For the first time since waking up in that hospital, I wasn’t thinking about surviving.
I was going hunting.
I dropped Booda off at my house to change, then headed across town to Giani’s.
By the time I pulled into her complex, the city lights had started blurring together around me. I cut the engine and sat there for a second, staring up at the balcony lights before finally climbing out.
Giani opened the door before I could knock.
“That’s my bitch,” she grinned, halfway dressed with her hair pinned up on one side. “Come on. You gon’ have me running late.”
“That means I’m right on time. Who gets to the club early anyway?” I asked jokingly.
Giani stepped aside so I could come in, and my eyes immediately landed on the living room.
Cream-colored furniture, accentuated by gold accents, rested beneath soft, dim lighting. Flickering candles danced atop mirrored trays scattered across the tables. An oversized painting, gracefully stretched across the wall behind the couch, served as a vibrant focal point for the elegant decor.
My eyes kept drifting from one thing to the next. The colors, the furniture, the candles, all of it matched my taste so perfectly it almost caught me off guard. Giani really had style.
“Everything good?” she asked, watching me while I continued standing in the middle of her living room.
A soft laugh slipped out of me. “Yeah. I was just admiring your home.”
And I was.
The apartment was beautiful.
Giani grinned and kicked the door shut behind me. “Thank you. I've been putting money into this place for a minute now.”
“It shows,” I admitted, my attention still drifting.
A glass bar cart sat near the dining area, stocked with expensive liquor bottles, crystal glasses, and fresh flowers arranged inside a tall vase. My gaze moved past it toward the kitchen, where cream-colored stools lined the marble island beneath hanging pendant lights.
“You still standing there?” Giani laughed.
I blinked and looked over at her. “Your place is nice as hell.”
“It better be for what I’m paying,” she joked before grabbing my wrist. “Come on. Let me see what still fits you.”
She led me down the hallway toward her bedroom, and the second she pushed the door open, I stopped again. Clothes covered the bed in different shades of black, cream, and nude, while heels lined the wall beside her dresser, and jewelry sparkled beneath the vanity lights.
Giani walked farther into the room while I looked around.
The bedroom matched the rest of the apartment perfectly. Soft colors. Gold accents. Expensive-looking pieces that all somehow fit together. It just kept getting better and better.
“You still wear a small, right?” she asked, digging through the clothes spread across the bed.
“I think so,” I answered with a laugh. “Hell if I know anymore.”
“Please. Your body still tea,” she replied dismissively before tossing a black dress in my direction. “Try that on.”
I caught it against my chest and glanced down at the material.
The dress was simple, fitted, and classy. Exactly the kind of thing I would’ve gravitated toward myself.
“You gotreallygood taste,” I admitted, admiring the piece.
“Obviously,” she grinned. “You think I’m about to let my best friend walk in my section looking basic?”
