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Diya's pov:

I stare into my phone for the one hundredth time. Where was Khloe and why wasn't she replying back to my message? I'd be damned if I got all pretty just to stay here by myself.

I was wearing a beige strapped dress that hugged onto my body and showed off all my curves. My hair was in a tight bun and I had my edges ever so perfectly.

My makeup was nothing short of perfect. The smokey look complimented my already big brownish-greenish eyes and plump lips.

Not to brag but..

What can I say? I know I look good and so did everyone else around me. I've had eyes on me from men all over the dance floor and even from some women.

I dont pay much mind either, as of now I wasn't ready for a relationship and probably wouldn't be for a while after the little stunt my ex pulled on me.

Why do some men think they can do whatever they please with the love a women gives them instead of cherishing it?

My phone begins vibrating and I instantly click on the message hoping it's from Khloe.

Ben: Diyah, we're having a family dinner tomorrow night at an old friend of mines place. I want you to meet him and dress appropriately because his son will be there as well.

Nadiyah: Ugh, dad do I really have to come? You know how much I hate coming over and meeting new people. Why not get Talia?

Ben: Yes princess, I know you hate it but come over for your old man's sake and plus, your sister is married with a kid, I can't drag her around.

Nadiyah: Fine, just because you asked and because you're the best father in the world.

Ben: I'm your only father. That's more like it, see you tomorrow night at 7:30. Love you.

Nadiyah: Love you too and see you then.

I look over at the door to see if Khloe walked in yet and my eyes caught something else, there before me stood the most handsome man I've ever laid my eyes on.

He was about 6'6 and looked well built under the white button up he had on. The shirt was hugging his body so well that you could see his outline through it and boy did he have one!

His eyes were the most beautiful color of hazel I've ever seen and his lips were perfect looking. Why wouldn't they be? They were the most pink I've ever seen on anyone without makeup.

His jawline was so perfect, the definition of what a jawline should look like.

His hair was laid back and I wanted to run my fingers through it so badly. It was jet black & looked real soft.

He looked like he could've been something exotic. Defiantly too handsome.

I guess he must've felt my staring because he turned to look at me and smiled as if he knew what I was thinking.

I look down and can't help but blush. As much as I usually hated men hitting on me, I wanted him to hit on me.

He starts walking towards me and I instantly start a girl check on how I smell, my armpits, my breath, and adjust my dress a little bit to reveal a bit more cleavage.

Where's Khloe when I need her?

I looked up as he was getting closer and just when I was about to open my mouth to say something he walks right past me and into the arms of a girl right behind me.

Oh.

My.

God.

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Gio's pov:

I walked in the club and instantly regretted it, I only came because I was asked to come by my little sister, Tonya saying she wanted to introduce me to someone.

I had far more important thing to worry about rather than coming to a club but everything and anything in my life came to a halt when it was about my family.

All 124 members...

I look over and see my sister waving crazily over some curly haired with her head hurried in her purse. I walk over and am immediately attacked into a big bear hug.

We looked nothing alike and that might be because Tonya was the love child of my father and another women. We shared the same thick black hair and tall height that she often complained about.

Her mother had died while in labor and my mother took her in because she had no one else to call family.

I pick her up and swirl her around as she hangs on to me giggling. I've missed her so much and it's only been a month since I'd last seen her. Her modeling career has taken a off and we've begun to see less and less of her.

Tonya was my whole world put into one person. The only girl I loved at this point in my life and the only one my father would love ever since my mother passed away four years ago.

I finally put her down and couldn't help but hug her again.

"Okay Gio if you keep hugging us like that, you're gonna make us sick again," she said still giggling.

"Sickkkk?!" I yelled for dramatic effect.

"Have you not been eating well? Is it a boy? Which one boy is is, I swear I'll kill him with my bare hands! Which one is it? Was it Tony? Of course it's Tony, I swear I'll kill Tony, just le-"

"G, it wasn't a boy. Goshhhhhh, can you not threaten to always kill my ex. I think putting him into a coma and then dad putting him into a coma a few days right after he came out of the first was enough," she says holding back a laugh.

If he didn't put a restraining order against me, I'd probably put him in another coma, this time hopefully a permanent to the afterlife.

"Then what is it? You know what, never mind lets go. I'll call in the doctor and we can get you checked out and fixed by tonight. Why didn't you tell me you were sick T? You know I worry like when it comes to you," I say shaking my head.

"Okay slow down there, we don't need to see a doctor, we are perfectly fine."

"We? Why do you keep saying 'we'?"

I was cut off by Tonya grabbing my hand and placing it on her stomach. She looked up at me and said "We" and instantly I felt what might've been movement in her stomach.

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Gio's pov:

I stumbled back and bumped into someone.

"Excuse you, watch where you're going idiot," comes a voice behind me.

My jaws tightened. Who was this and how dare she speak to me in that tone of voice?

She turned around and I was breath taken. She looked like some sort of angel sent down .

Her skin was one of the lightest shades of brown I've ever seen and looked as soft. She had big beautiful eyes that looked green from one side and brown from the other side.

I trailed down to her small button nose and then down to her nice plump pink lips. The things I would do to have those lips on mine or have them moaning my name.

I snapped out of my thoughts by a pair of small hands waving in my face, I looked down and saw that she had gotten up and was attempting to get in my face.

Cute.

Looking down I saw just how great of a body she had. Her hour glass figure was perfect and she had just enough junk in her trunk for me to be wanting to rip the dress she had on off and explore her body with my hands right here and now.

Her *** was large for someone so small and that dress she had on was doing her justice. It made it pop out and those long luscious legs. God, I wanted to be in between them so badly.

At 6'6 I looked like a giant compared to her. She seemed around 5'5 or maybe shorter.

"Are you even listening to me, Helloooooooo?" Are you deaf or something?" She says once again ruining my thoughts.

Then I felt a pounding on my chest and quickly grabbed her wrist and put it behind her back and then pushed her onto the counter.

"Now, listen if I was you, I would stop being so loud and I would definitely stop hitting me unless you want to lose those pretty hands of yours. Yes?" I ask with a smirk.

I saw a look of fear come over her and instantly I felt bad.

Why was I so harsh to something so angelic? I let her wrist go slowly. As I was about to turn around. I felt a sting on my check.

"Next time, don't ever put your hands on me unless you wanna lose your pretty hands. Didn't your mother teach you any manners?" she says to me coldly and with that she grabbed her purse and walked off.

Her hips kept swaying left to right and I couldn't keep my eyes off of them as I rubbed my cheek.

Then the stinging feeling came back and I remember she just slapped me. No one has ever slapped besides my father. I'd get her back for that, just wait and see I plotted.

As beautiful as she was, no one has the right to put their hands on Giovani Bernardo without either loosing a limb, their life, or both. She wouldn't be an exception, no matter how happy she made my pants.

I pulled out my phone and dialed up Leo.

"Yes boss?" He says seriously.

"There's a girl coming outside soon with a beige colored dress on. Put her in the car and drive her to my place. No matter what happens, she better be at my house by the time I get home or else it's all on you Leo. " I say with an edge so he understands how serious I am.

"Yes boss." He says.

I hang up the phone and bring my attention back to Tonya. Everything hit me again. My baby sister is pregnant. I'm gonna be an uncle.

"I'm really happy for you T. You'll be a great mother. I know how much you love kids and how great you are with them. Not as good as mom but still a good mom." I say shrugging before laughing about.

She hits my shoulder and begins to blush once she realizes I've complemented her.

"Aww, thanks Gio. It feels great to have someone finally agree with me that I can actually be a mother at twenty two. Everyone else keeps telling me I can't do it and that I should abort it to focus on my modeling career," she says sighing.

My jaws tightened.

"Who told you to abort my niece or nephew," I grow.

"Well everyone. Linda suggested as my agent that that would be the best thing to do for my career and the rest went along with it. You're the only one who agreed with me," she says with tears beginning to form in her eyes.

Gosh I hated seeing her cry, I pulled her close and hugged her while rubbing her back.

"Screw what Linda thinks, you'll be an amazing mother and will have your job back right after you have the baby." I say softly.

She smiled into my chest.

"Gio?"

"Hmm?"

"Thanks for being the best brother ever."

I smiled at that.

"Anything for my baby sis."

I mentally remained myself to make a phone call and shut down Linda's modeling agency and personally pay her a visit myself.

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