This nigga.
“Have a good day, Banks.” I turned and walked out of the room.
“Think about it, Em!” he yelled after me. There was no way I was tying my life to a woman I didn’t love, and I meant that. He and my father could keep talking that shit until they were blue in the face; it wasn’t happening.
Mill and Mook stood by the door, waiting for me, and we all walked out of the Banks’ home. As I was getting in my car, I saw Normani getting out of hers, and we locked eyes.
“Hello, Emery.”
“Normani.”
“We still haven’t had the chance to have that conversation.”
“No need. Have a good day.” I got inside the car, and Juno pulled off moments later. Nothing was going to get in the way of my pursuing Yumi. I had no desire to be with anyone else but the girl I reluctantly had to give up and had the honor and pleasure of having her in my world again. Normani wasn’t a factor and never would be.
Fucking desperate motherfuckas.
It had beenten days since Yumi’s breakup with Screech, but I had been at her house almost every other night since then.Currently, she was mad at me for making her miss her “ladies’ night”, but I had a plan to make it up to her.
I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. The phone rang twice before she picked up.
“Hey, Emmy.”
“What’s up, mama. You still mad at me?”
“Mmm, partially.”
I chuckled. “What are you doing right now?”
“Trying to get out of this dinner my mother is trying to coerce me to come to.”
“Nah, meet me. I’m about to send you the address.”
“Oh, really? Where?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“I love surprises.” I could hear the smile in her voice.
“I know you do.”
“What time?”
“One hour. And don’t make me come looking for you.”
“You don’t have to threaten me, Mr. Aldana. I have learned that you mean business when it comes to me.”
I smiled. “Glad you learn quickly. I’ll see you soon, my love.”
“Mmhm. See you.”
I hung up and instructed Juno to take me home so I could get ready for my date tonight. After showering and getting dressed, I arrived at the destination and went inside. Several of my trusted soldiers surrounded the building as I took the stairs up to the main floor. The security on duty greeted me, letting me know everything was set up on the top floor. I nodded as I took out my phone to track Yumi’s ETA. It showed her pulling up to the building while I stood in the center of the floor, holding a single white rose.
It took her five minutes to walk inside, and the look on her face was filled with confusion and curiosity.
“Umm, why are we standing in this big, empty building? Is this some school or something?” she asked, eyes skirting around the building.
“Or something,” I replied with a smile. “Welcome to the Aldana Institute of Creative Arts. A.I.C.A. to shorten it.”
