Page 39 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
I narrowed my eyes when they locked on his.
“My family has for years. I personally donated when I found out you were in charge of the event.”
What the hell was I supposed to say to that?
Emir watched me carefully.
“I don’t like that you know so much about me and I don’t know a damn thing about you,” I admitted.
“Do you want to know about me?”
I did but I wasn’t sure what knowing him would mean.
“Yes.”
“What time will you be done with work today?” he asked.
“By six. I have to go back to the office after this to take care of a few more things.”
“I’ll come get you at eight.”
“For what?”
“If you want to get to know me then you have to be introduced to my world.”
His world.
I arched my brow in a silent challenge.
Emir chuckled. “Not that world.” His eyes dropped and scanned my face. “Not yet. For now, just the normal shit,” he said smoothly.
I gave him a skeptical look. “You do normal shit?”
“Even twisted people do normal shit, Baylyn.”
I grinned and shrugged because how the hell was I supposed to know what his life looked like?
“Eight,” he repeated. “Be ready.”
Before I could respond, his hand lifted and the back of his knuckles grazed over my cheek. He walked away and I stoodthere, pulse racing, knowing damn well my world had just shifted again, because of him…
I wasn’tsure what I was expecting when I got in Emir’s car that night, but it damn sure wasn’t this. We pulled through the gates of a private estate. This also wasn’t just anyone’s house because who the fuck lived with all this technology. The security system was so discreet that I barely noticed the surveillance cameras tucked along the perimeter of the property lined with neatly-trimmed hedges and landscape lighting that led up the house. I was seriously questioning where he had taken me.
It was nice but not excessive and I was praying this wasn’t his parents’ home because what the fuck? That would have been a little much.
Emir rested one arm on the steering wheel and glanced at me. “You good?”
I turned toward him with my brows pinched. “This is your house?”
“No.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Then whose?—”
Before I could finish, the front door opened and a figure stepped outside, pulling on a hoodie as he stepped onto the porch. He was tall, similar build to Emir and more relaxed. The similarities that existed between them registered. Same beard, same chocolate skin, and damn near the same cut. They had the same damn face. There were subtle differences but they looked pretty much identical.Shit, there are two of them?This had to be his brother and why they hell was God blessing his family with all these fine ass men.
At least I could relax some because I wasn’t meeting his parents, but this was still his family, and somehow, a brother seemed just as intimate. I glanced back at Emir, who was already stepping out of the car. The realization hit me a second later. I opened the door and got out before he made it to my side. Emir moved back letting his eyes scan my face before he glanced over his shoulder. “Go ahead, we’re coming.”
His brother grinned and his eyes bounced between us but he moved away from the door and Emir’s focus landed back on me.
