Ava Bonetti

Part 10 Ava

Ava dressed in a black spaghetti strapped La Perla shaped allure dress, she wore some black red bottoms, and a gold Versace watch. Brandon did her makeup, flawlessly, her Ruby Woo lipstick, he did her hair in a pulled back, tight ponytail to essentiate her exotic features. She looked stunning. "I'm scared for the man's knees when he sees you girl," Brandon warned. "He's on his way," Raven announced. They were gathered all gathered in her home. "What does he do?" Ava asked. "Ask him," Raven grinned. "You always up to something Raven," she said rolling her eyes. She loved her best friends, she knew whatever it is was a good kind of sneaky. Ava took a selfie with her friends to spare time. They were giggling, talking and joking when the doorbell rang. All of them gasped and touched up Ava. "Okay- go Raven, since he knows you, and Ava make an entrance, just walk in later," Brandon warned. They obeyed. Ava heard Raven saying she was coming, so she waited another minute. She didn't want to seem pressed. She walked out fiddling with her watch. "Ray- who was at the door-," she started until she looked up to see Raven stand by a fine tall, caramel specimen. His tallness gave away athlete. "Oh Hi, my name is-," she started. "Ava, I know," he spoke in his deep baritone voice, extending his hand. She walked over and shook it. "And what's your name cutie?" She asked nicely opening her front door. She glanced back and seen him blush. "I haven't heard that in a while, but my name is Amari Travis," he said following her out. "Amari Travis, that name is so familiar," Ava murmured to herself. "I play for the Lakers, star forward" he admitted. "Oh okay, that's probably it, my brother played for yall then came back home," she explained. "Last name?" He asked curiously. "Bonnetti," she said. He eyed her wide eyed. "Zane your brother? That was my nigga, we still hang out when I come over here," he admitted. "So you know how over protective he is right?" She asked, testing his answer. She wasn't about to waste her time with a nigga scared of her brother. "I would be too, look at you, niggas probably jumping out moving cars of you walked across the street. But I'm a gentleman, might be a street nigga turnt legit but I'm good to women," he promised as they got on the elevator. She smirked eying him, liking his answer but loving his appearance even more. He was a 6"6 foot semi buff built caramel King. His hair looked curly and soft though, it looked like he was mixed with something. He was a tall version of Odell Beckham Jr. He had pretty light brown eyes, a trimmed goatee, and perfect teeth. He wore a red and white Versace shirt, all white jeans and all white Balenciaga shoes. He wore a gold Rolex watch and a gold chain. He even smelt like money. "How are you good to women?" She asked eying him with a smirk. He chewed on his bottom lip, and shrugged. "I treat them like I would want somebody to treat my mother- to treat my little sister, like Queens. Them and God are the reasons we even enter this world, yeah the man got a part to play but women rule this shit, excuse my language," he admitted. She eyed him. Why did she automatically meet that one with guys? She didn't have to go through a lot of men to get a boyfriend, she always met the one of bat. He had a way with words, she could tell his smooth words could get any woman out their draws. She was single though, she was only trying to have fun. Not settle down, not by a long shot. "Where were we going? To a restaurant?" She asked. "Yeah, why?" He asked chewing on his bottom lip, he wouldn't stop staring, she realized it was a nervous thing. "I want to go out," she admitted. "Let's go to the beach or somewhere fun," she said. "You want to go to Club U? It just opened," he admitted. She looked over at him and smiled. Alcohol. "Perfect," she said just before the elevator rung. He greeted the Valet and they came with his car. An all red Bugatti. He opened the door for her then got inside herself. They made small talk before they got to Club U. When they arrived, his bodyguards exit from the car behind them and guided them inside blocking them from paparazzi. "Is this your new girlfriend Amari?" One of the paparazzi asked. "She's beautiful," another said. "What do you think of Kobe calling you the most challenging player he's had to play against?" Another asked. They made it inside and Amari led her to his VIP section. Amari invited a few of his friends, and she invited Raven and her friends. They end up having a blast. Ava danced, talked, drank and laughed with Amari all through the night.

Get locked Ima write ya,
You on the road Ima Skype ya,
Ion wanna hype ya but you a lucky nigga if my mean ass like ya.

You ain't ever had a bitch understand you,
Most of them wanna use you and they ran thru,
I just wanna be somebody you can add to, be ya wife, be ya friend, be ya teacher and a fan too,

She rapped with Nicki to Amari, off the lean. She was drunk. He was blushing and smiling that million dollar smile. "Boo, them shots got you turnt," he warned in her ear. "Let's get outta here Daddy," she whispered in his ear before she kissed it softly. She felt his monster come alive against her leg. He saw the lust in her eyes and got up to go.