What it's Like Being Ours

"How do I look?" I spin around and give her a free show of my outfit. The beads sown to the dress make clacking sounds as the hit each other, and I adjust the top which had no sleeves. Janelle Brown, my best friend since second year at college, sits on my bed, her legs crossed and an half empty glass of wine in her hands as she accesses my outfit.

I'm wearing a short blue dress, extended at the front and back with beads made into the form of a rope, little round silver beads that shimmers with the room's light. I usually never wore dresses like this, but in Janelle's words, I had to dress to kill. Literally kill my date with hotness. The dress made me slightly uncomfortable because it had no sleeves and it felt like it would just drop any second, but Janelle says as long as the rope behind is tied tightly, there's no way the dress would fall down.

"Gorgas babe!" She grins at me, no, at my outfit. "He's going to be drooling when he sees you, babe, I swear. I like what you did to your hair too, it's pretty."

I run my hand over my braided hair and smile. Being black comes with many beautiful advantages. One of them is our natural, rich, thick hair. I went to the saloon and styled them into four big braids, two small ones in between the big ones at the front so it falls on my face, right on top of the two bridges of nose. I use some of my hair accessories to decorate the hair and stare at myself in the mirror once more.

"Do you think it's too much?" My anxiety creeps in. My smile turns into a frown, my lips puckering as I stared at myself again. Janelle scoffs behind me.

"What are you talking about? Girl, you look perfect. You're going to some fancy restaurant anyway, and you know them rich people like to dress to Impress. You outfit is spot on!"

"Okay," I sigh, picking up my phone to check if I have any new messages.

From Mr Handsome >>>

I'm outside.

-2 minutes ago

I gasp, " He's outside!" I exclaim, suddenly freaking out again. Janelle jumps up, drops her glass on the table nearby and helps me pick up my purse. She rubs my back to calm me down.

"Relax babe, Relax. It's going to be a good night."

"It's going to be a good night." I repeat, nodding to myself and exhaling. After a couple more seconds of me trying to fucking breath properly again, I make my way towards the door with Janelle following behind me. We meet him standing outside, his body leaning on his white Ferrari. He looks almost good to eat with the suit, the chain, the hair and everything. I can smell his cologne from here.

Jeezus.

"Hey beautiful," He smiles at me the moment I get to him. I smile back because I'm not sure if i can trust my voice.

"Hi Kaivan," Janelle chirps, waving at him. Kai turns his head towards her direction and smiles charmingly at her.

"Hello there, Janelle." Kaivan Arnand is one of the most talked about business men in the city. He's been the front cover of Eleo Zaleo Magazine's hottest bachelor business men. He makes right about millions every day, let not talk about in a year. He's dated multiple high class girls, models and actresses throughout the years and formed alliances with fellow powerful and prestigious empires around the world.

How the hell did I score a date with a man like him you'd ask? Especially when I'm just boring ol' me, who doesn't own a business yet, have millions in my account or dated anyone in forever. I guess you could just say I was lucky? This isn't something that happens everyday and I just was lucky enough to be in the same cafe he was in that day. We bumped into each other, we apologized, he asked to buy me coffee, we went to get coffee, and three weeks later we're going on a date to some fancy shmancy restaurant uptown.

Lucky is an understatement.

I finally met someone who I share similar interests with and is interested in me. I haven't had a boyfriend since seventh grade because guys my age never really found me attractive. Being a lone wolf didn't really help either. The last time I had sex was five years ago and it was a drunken, hasty and painful experience. I just wanted to get it over with and get my virginity taken so I could prove to some jackass I wasn't a prude. We ended up having drunk sex and I woke up with no memory of the night, a stained bedsheet and an awful pain in between my thighs. The asshole couldn't even wait for me to wake up, he left before I woke up and ignored me til we graduated.

"Keep my girl happy, she's been a jittery mess throughout this evening." I glare at her.

He did NOT need to know that, Janelle. What the fuck?

"Thanks a lot." I murmur sarcastically, eyeing her in annoyance. The little backstabber has the audacity to smirk at me. Just you wait, you little bitch. I narrow my eyes at her.

"You don't have to worry about that." Kai chuckles, wrapping his large arms around me and filling me with warmth. Butterflies erupt in my stomach as he plants a feather like kiss on my temple. I feel his warm breath on my cheek , then my ear as he whispers something to me.

"Let's get going, shall we?" I nod dumbly, shivers running down my spine as he plants a kiss behind my ear too. Suddenly I feel hot.

"Have fun!" Janelle says as we walk towards his car. I'm able to catch a glimpse of her once more before I get inside and I blush when she mouths to me,

'get that D, babe'

I'm hoping on it.