Late Nights.

4.

Briana POV

I walked down the sidewalk angrily towards the restaurant. My mama called and said Samuel pushed up the time because he has to leave soon. I sighed and opened the door of the Italian restaurant.

"Good evening! Do you have a reservation?" She asked politely and I explained that I was meeting someone. I mentioned Samuel and she directed me to his table. I was in awe of the restaurants' beauty. Different smells filled my nose and my stomach growled. I totally forgot that I didn't eat. I reached the table and he stood to greet me.

"You look beautiful Briana." He said while pulling out my chair.

"Thank you." I said flatly.

The events of me rushing to get home and change without being late flooded my mind. I bitterly just threw some clothes on.

He reached over and grabbed my hand in his, caressing it with his thumb. I tried hard not to flinch and pull my hand back. Nun of this felt right and I just wanted to leave.

It wasn't until we got our food when he started to talk.

"You know... I've been really thinking lately." He started slowly.

"Good to know you can do that." I say sarcastically.

He cleared his throat and gave off an uneasy chuckle. "I mean.. About us." He said and looked me straight in the eyes, waiting for my reaction.

I just nodded my head and waited for him to continue.

"And you know I'm supposed to leave soon."

If this nigga don't get to the damn point...

"Well what I'm trying to say is... I want you to come with me."

When he see me twist my face up in disgust he tries to calm me down before I popped off. If this fool thinks Imma leave what I got in Toronto and go with him he got another thing coming.

"Before you blow up, just think about it" he paused. "You, me, peace and quite in the city of love. Paris." I pulled my hand back and glared at him.

"I'm not dumb Samuel. You can pull that stunt with my mama but not with me. I will not go any where with you! And you had the audacity to think I had feelings for you. And I'm damn sure you don't have any for me. So do us all a favor and fuck off." I said with a fake smile and stormed out of the restaurant. Heads turned but I didn't care at the moment.

nigga had me bent.

I hurried quickly onto the sidewalk, afraid the paparazzi would come any moment because of my sudden out burst. They will use anything to get money and I wasn't ready to shove niggas out of my way just yet.

I started to get frustrated when I couldn't get an uber and started to walk home. Which wasn't a good idea in 6 inch heels. I got pretty far until an all black Escalade pulled up on the curb beside me. I got scared and quickened my pace. I couldn't die tonight, empire was bout to come on. I just couldn't. But it was no use the truck just drove up some more. I got more nervous until the window was rolled down.

"Need a ride?" A smooth, deep voice called out. There, in the window was Mr. Anderson. I closed my eyes and placed my hand over my heart then walked to the other side and climbed into the passenger seat.

I turned and glared at him. "You scared the he-" I stopped mid sentence and my eyes got wide. I forgot who I was talking to.

He chuckled and pulled away from the curb. "Don't worry. I'm bout as hood as you. Probably more." He said laughing. I smiled. He didn't seem uptight like the employees said he was.

"It's all for show baby girl." He said while one hand rested on his chin and the other gripping the steering wheel. I raised my eyebrow questioning him.

"You know what I mean. Having to act all proper and professional." He said, throwing a glance my way.

"I guess you right." I said thinking about it. I always hated putting on a show. I'm glad I can be myself around him without being judged.

He chuckled while stroking his chin. "You guess? Well Imma make you know before you leave." He said with a mischievous smirk. I looked out the window and sure enough we was on the highway. This definitely isn't the way to my house. Aware of my alertness he reassured me.

"Don't worry. I'm not taking you to the middle of no where to kill you if that's what you thinking. Just to my house." He said chuckling a bit.
I crossed my arms over my chest. Trying to look like he wasn't affecting me when he had me wanting to fan myself.

"What makes you think I wanna go to yo house." I stated mater factly. He bit his lip and I suppressed a moan. Damn he looked good.

"Well after your little outburst at the restaurant I noticed you didn't eat so Imma feed you." He smirked and glanced my way. His deep brown eyes meeting mine.

"You were there?!" I asked shocked and embarrassed.

"Yup. And I enjoyed the show." He said pulling into an entrance.

I groaned and buried my face in my hands. This can not be happening right now. De'Andre passed words with a guard and the gates were opened.

We continued up the long drive way and my jaw dropped to the floor. His house was huge! Sure I have money, but I have a condo instead of a house. I wanted to pinch  myself cause this couldn't be real. I've never picture myself going to THE DE'ANDRE ANDERSON house.

He parked his truck beside 2 other cars in the garage. He got out and I was doing the same before my door was opened for me.

I blushed and looked down. "Thank you." I mumbled.

I felt him grab my chin and made me look up at him. "You're welcome my lady." He said in a terrible accent. I snickered until we were full blown laughing.

I thought this night couldn't get any better until he said "you're so damn beautiful."

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