Initiation

Welcome to New York

*Sang*

We pulled up in front of the enormous high rise and one of two door men opened the door. "Welcome to Trump Towers", he said, holding out his hand. Silas waved him off politely, instead hopping out the door and instructing him to the trunk where some of the luggage was. I crawled out of the back seat holding onto Luke's belt loops. He hopped out the truck first then lifted me to the ground.

I felt like a little girl twirling in every direction to make sure my eyes didn't miss a single detail of my gorgeous surroundings. Kota spun me so I was facing him, "You're making me dizzy, sweetie. Just relax, there will be plenty of time to see everything. We're going to drop our bags and then head out to explore a bit," he said, grinning. Leave it to Kota to plan even our first night in the city. I put my right arm around his waist, well as far as it could go, and walked beside him into the grand building.

The floor was so shiny I could see my reflection. The janitorial staff had to clean every hour with all the feet scuffing it up all day. There were two men in suits with key cards clipped to their pockets that smiled warmly at us from behind a desk.

"Are you checking in?" One asked, noticing our luggage.

Kota released my waist to speak to the security guard. I saw Xavier standing on the side while the guys talked amongst themselves about who was bunking in what room. He seemed the least intimidating out of the trio what could a simple conversation hurt? I know my assignment is to be friends with the girls, but I'll be around the guys just as much, probably a wise idea to stay on their good side.

"Hey," I said, softly. No clamming up Sang. He looked up wide eyed. I guess he was shocked I actually spoke to him."Ummm...how are you?"

"Tired as fuck and the day is nowhere near over. Sorry that came out a lil asshole-ish," he replied, then smacked his forehead.

I giggled. He's kind of funny. "Not really. Do you get to go home first?"

He snorted, "Ha! I might get some sleep tomorrow morning. Unless Faith wants to go over the details for this party. I don't really care about whether the martini glasses are blue or pink glass. I just want to know how much cash she needs."

"Well pink and blue complement each other so she can always do a little bit of both. Meanie - Gabriel I mean, is really great at this kind of stuff," I offered. It would be an opportunity to spend time with the girls and possibly could be fun.

He scrunched up his nose, "That's the guy with all the earrings right?" I nodded, taking a deep breath. Oh please don't say what I think you're going say. "Thought so, y'all roll deep wasn't sure who was who yet. I thought he was Luke and the blond was Gabriel."

I shook my head slowly trying to stifle the fit of giggles threatening to burst from my mouth, "No. They are together a lot so I guess that's understandable."

Xavier shrugged, and rubbed his chin, "I'll ask her. She probably will say no, fair warning. I can hear it now, why am I going to let them help me plan a party to welcome them to New York duh," he mimicked in a high pitched voice. Yeah, if I was going to make friends with any of them he was the most approachable.

"Trouble, c'mon we got the room keys!" Gabriel yelled, as if I was 5 feet away from him.

"Trouble? Do I have to worry about you being a bad influence on my girl?" Xavier chuckled, and then picked up one of numerous suitcases, "She already is a handful." I went to take one of my roller bags, but he snatched it before I could.

"Uh uh, your tiny self doesn't need to carry any of this stuff, just head up with your boyfriends. We can take care of this."

My focus traveled to Gabriel who was standing with a hand on his hip waiting on me expectantly. "Thanks," I replied, touching my mouth. I knew he was just being nice, but it was rare I found guys who held the same values as my boys in regards to how to treat a girl. Is he really as bad as we think he is? His earlier comment about one of his employees replayed in my head sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. I jogged over to Gabriel and threaded my fingers through his, "Sorry Meanie."