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Gianna
“There’s nothing to worry about. You look absolutely stunning,” Nala says as she practically drags me to Chris’s house. She had cajoled me into going to his house party, surprising me with the fact that he invited me.
I don't know what that means. We just kissed a few hours ago, and now he's inviting me to his party. What does he have up his sleeve?
“That's not what I'm worried about.”
“What is it? It's just Chris.”
That's the problem. It's just Chris. I'm not prepared to see him at all. I'm still trying to recover from our intense make out session on my couch. I don't think I can handle seeing him.
As we enter his gates, the sound of music blaring from the speakers becomes unbearable. I'm not the party type. The only person who can successfully make me go to a party is Nala.
She tightens her hold on my hand. “Calm your tits, I'm here.”
I nod, acknowledging her support. Neither of the two guards standing at either side of the main entrance stop us from going in. I guess it's because of Nala. We enter what I assume to be the living room.
“Are you sure I'm welcome here?” I ask looking around. Everyone looks fancy. Dressed in what I assume is their best clubbing outfits. Even Nala is dressed in a black glittery midi dress.
I look so out of place in my simple short sleeve crocheted knit dress worn with studded strappy sandals. I should have put more thought into my outfit. Chris is going to see me like this.
“Is this what a house party is supposed to look like?” I blurt out, yelling over the music, earning a chuckle from Nala. “It's not funny. I didn't know it would be like this.”
She releases my hand, now smiling. “This is nothing. It has nothing to do with you.” I begin worrying about my dress and pulling at the fabric. She stalls my hands and says, “You are perfect the way you are.”
“You are only saying that because I'm your friend,” I groan.
“Nah.” She gives me a skeptical look. “You have never cared how you look for events like this. Why do you care now?”
“Nala,” I hear Chris call, and there goes my heart again, fluttering against my chest. She turns to look at him while I gulp, preparing myself to see the reason I'm paranoid.
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Where have you—” He stops mid-sentence as soon as I turn to face him. He closes his mouth, his eyes raking over my form.
It's not helping my flustered state that he's dressed like a sex god. Clad in a leather bomber jacket and a black t-shirt. And black leather pants with a belt cinched around his muscular waist. And his dark hair is styled in a messy way, like he has just fucked someone.
His eyes flicker up to mine, and the world stays still for a minute. He looks at me like I'm the only one in the room, and that thought alone sends that weird warmth tingling down my body.
Nala clears her throat, and he blinks. He smirks cockily.
“Hi, Gianna,” he says in that low voice of his.
“Hi.” I force my dry throat to get out the word.
Nala looks from Chris to me and then back to Chris, as if she can't believe her ears.
“I'm glad that you could make it here,” he adds, eyes still on me.
Nala scoffs, “I made it happen. So, you owe me one.”
Chris smiles at her. “Noted.”
She folds her arms. “So why are you looking for me?”
He sighs and brushes away a stray hair disturbing his vision. “The party is a mess. Everyone is taking it too far. I'm on the verge of kicking everyone out. The last straw would be anyone having sex in my living room.”
“No!” Nala walks forward and rubs his arm. “Remember why you threw this party.”
His eyes meet mine for a brief second before he looks at her and nods.
