Ava Bonetti

Part 11 Amari

They said their goodbyes to their friends and each other friends. "Bye-," Tony, one of his best friends sang over to her. He then pointed to her as she turned to leave and mouth to Amari. "Tear that ass up," he said. Amari shook his head and chuckled at his childhood friend. "I'm serious nigga- she killing these bitches, and all the LA hoes," he promised. Amari nodded agreeing, eying Ava himself. She had the type of beauty an angel would claim to possess, the type of beauty that had a nigga falling to his knees and waiting on her beck and call. Her eyes alone caught you in a spell, and made you feel as though she could see right through you. Another plus was that she had a body that put Nicki Minaj to shame. He could only think of all the things he was about to do to her in the bedroom. She took his hand and led him out. He knew every nigga was hating as she gave him all her attention and every groupie was hating on her, just longing to get a look from this seasons MVP. His money was long and his looks were just a plus. He'd even modeled for GQ this year and was voted Ebony's sexiest man alive. It all was great compliments but he never had an overbearing ego, he was the laid back type until he got angry enough. He turned into a whole nother person. "Baby- you wanna come home with me- or do you want to go to your spot?" She asked with sugar dripping from her voice as the valet pulled up in his ride. He opened her door for her then got inside. "We'll go to my suite, I don't know if you're gonna kill me in my sleep and claim it as self defense," he joked in a serious tone. He glanced over at her as he drove. "What?" He asked referring to her smirking. "Your smarter than some guys I know," she chuckled. "You talking like you killed a nigga before," he smirked back. "You'll never know," she smiled innocently. Amari shook his head at her silliness.