Nara
Inside, the party was chaos.
Rich people everywhere, drunk off thousand-dollar champagne, fake-laughing at jokes that weren’t funny, showing off wristwatches worth more than my old apartment. But when I stepped through those doors…
Baby, the room shifted.
I mean it. Conversations paused. Heads turned. A whole group of men stopped mid-toast. A lady literally walked into a waiter carrying a tray of cocktails because she was too busy staring at me. The tray crashed to the floor — glass everywhere.
Beautiful.
I smiled.
Then we met Hakim.
Tall. Handsome. Same height as Nick — which I noticed immediately because I’m petty like that. Young, sharp, and every bit Nick’s type of company. Birds of a feather indeed.
And baby… the way Hakim's eyes locked on my chest like it was the eighth
