Page 57 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
Me: Yes. What are you doing?
Emir: Thinking about your pussy and wishing I was in it.
My stomach flipped.
Rachelle caught the expression on my face immediately.
“Oh my God,” she whined. “He texted you, didn’t he?”
I tried to fight my smile, but it was too late.
She groaned dramatically. “You’re officially a goner. It’s disgustingly cute.”
I laughed. “Shut up.”
But she was right.
And I didn’t even care. I texted Emir back that he had an open invitation then locked my phone so I didn’t bail on my girl and go wherever he was.
"Let’s go out," Rachelle said suddenly, spinning in her seat.
"Out where?"
"A lounge. Somewhere fun where we can get cute, drink, and dance."
I hesitated for a second. Going out wasn’t exactly on my agenda, but I missed my girl and it had been a while. Plus I didn’t want to get too comfortable spending all my time with Emir.
“Fine,” I sighed, feigning reluctance.
Rachelle grinned. “Don’t act like you don’t want to be in these streets with me!”
She immediately pulled out her phone and started looking up spots. After some quick searching, we settled on Black Diamonds. The vibe was always chill, I loved the glass bars, live DJ, and the drinks they blended with Black Ops were unparalleled.
It was perfect.
We stopped by my place so I could grab my stuff then headed to Rachelle’s to get ready for later. We chilled until about nine before changing into full glam mode.
I kept my outfit cute and sexy, a fitted, all-black mini dress with a deep neckline, paired with gold strappy heels. My hair was still in soft waves from earlier and I added a bold lip to finish the look.
Rachelle, of course, went for drama, a tight, silver satin dress that clung to her body with perfection and barely covered her ass, paired with her signature gold jewelry.
By the time we were both dressed, I checked my phone and there was no text from Emir so I shifted into girl mode and focused on my night with Rachelle.
I snapped a quick mirror selfie of Rachelle and me and posted it to my story with the caption...
We’re outside…
Black Diamonds was packedbut not overwhelming. Most of the tables down here were tall but there were a few exclusives near one of the bars with plush, black, leather, tall booths for privacy. We lucked up and grabbed one, ordered drinks, and let the night settle around us. As expected, men noticed.
“Damn,” Rachelle smiled over the rim of her glass. “We’ve been here five minutes and these dudes are already plotting.”
I laughed, stirring my drink. “You act like you don’t love it.”
“I do,” she admitted, flipping her braids over one shoulder. “And you should too.”
Before I could respond, the waitress reappeared at our table, holding two fresh glasses of champagne.
She smiled, setting them down. “These are from a gentleman across the room.”
