ALARIC
It had been a few days since I told Kimani that I was actually falling for her. The words had slipped out more easily than I expected, and ever since then, she’d been in my head nonstop. Every little thing she did — the way she laughed, the way she frowned when concentrating, even how she rolled her eyes at me — kept replaying in my mind like some kind of addictive loop.
And that’s when it hit me.
I wanted to make it official. Not just some vague, undefined “thing.” I wanted to take her out — a real date, just her and me. Something special. Something that told her she wasn’t just a passing thought or temporary comfort.
There was just one problem.
I had no idea how to plan a date.
I could negotiate billion-dollar deals, read the market before it even shifted, and run an empire
