Imani's P.O.V
Walking into the packed club, I can't help but admire the decor and designs. There's two floors, the main one and what looks to be the VIP one, which has fewer people mingling around.
Bringing my gaze back to the main floor, I watch people stumble through doors that are located at the back of clubs. Curious to what lays behind them, I start making my way towards them, but I'm stopped when I feel a hand on my lower back.
Turning my head to see who in the world had the audacity to touch me, I can't help but roll my eyes, once I see that it's Izaiah, the whole car ride here, he had decided to ignore me, but now he wanted to be touchy-feely. *cue another eye-roll*
"Go to the bar, order a few drinks, and I'll go find your future bosses" Izaiah whispers, right before giving me a kiss on the cheek and heading towards the direction of the stairs.
He's been acting weirder and more affectionate lately....he better cut it out.
As I make my way to the bar, I'm met with hands and random cat calls, I just ignore them and continue on with my task, As I'm ordering some non-alcoholic beverages, I can't help but feel like I'm being stared at.
"Out of all places to conduct an interview, they had to choose here" I think to myself, while putting the glasses on a tray that was handed to me.
"Their ready, come on" I almost drop the tray, when I hear Izaiahs voice pop out of nowhere, shouldering him as I pass, I head up the stairs and wait at the top for further directions.
I'm surprised when I feel Izaiah's arm wrap around my waist, he pulls me in the the direction of a booth that is placed at the back corner of the club.
I begin to grow nervous the closer we get to the table, my eyes are on the tray in my hands, praying it won't mysteriously tip over.
We finally reach the table, I bend over and gently place the tray down in the middle of the table.
I proceed to slide into the booth across from the men and finally look up.
I can't help the soft gasp that leaves my mouth, as I stare at two of the most gorgeous men I had ever laid eyes on.
The one to my left, had black shoulder length hair, hazel-green eyes, a straight strong nose, with light freckles sprinkled around it, pink suckable lips. A blue short-sleeved button down shirt adorned his toned and muscular looking shoulders and arms, you could see a few tattoos peeking out from underneath, and running down both arms to his hands, lastly a silver locket was worn around his neck.
The man sitting next to him, short, dark brown curly hair, dark blue eyes, roman shaped nose, pink plump lips, he had a dark blue button down, which had the firsts two buttons undone, showing off the tattoos that laid there, his build was similar to the man sitting beside him, if not slightly larger and I couldn't help but notice that on each ear, he had on a pair of tiny diamond studs and a silver bracelet sat on his right wrist.
These men looked like God had hand delivered them to the earth, they were stunning and together if it was any indication to the matching gold bands that they both wore proudly on their left hands.
I turned my attention back to their faces and noticed their eyes, which showed no emotions, were already on me, watching my every move, it seemed like they were drinking in my profile.
I had to talk myself down, which was really hard, when all I wanted to do was hop up onto the table and spread my legs wide open, not for one but both of the men across from me.
"Nazaire, Sebastiano meet Ms.Laurent"
"Ms.Laurent meet Mr. De Luca and his fiancé Mr.Durant" I turn my head towards Izaiah, as he gestures between the three of us.
I was right, they were together and I suddenly felt guilty about lusting over two soon to be married GAY men.
It seemed like they had snapped out of whatever trance they were in when their names were mentioned, hazel eyes aka Nazaire held out his hand for me to shake, then Sebastiano, when our hands connected, I couldn't help the shiver that ran down my spine, I quickly pull away, wanting to leave right way, the tension was too much for me.
Reading through my file, Sebastiano starts with a question, I answer, then Nazaire takes over, I answer and it continues like that for 45 minutes.
By the end of the interview, my underwear is soaked, from the intense stares I received throughout the whole thing.
Letting out a soft sigh, Izaiah, who has been sitting in the booth quietly this whole time, wraps his arm around my waist again and I can't help but lean into him, feeling mentally and physically tired.
"So..how'd she do?" Zai questions, giving my waist a squeez.
I glance up, and notice how both their jaws were clenched, their postures were tenser than before the meeting, and both their eyes had darkened.
They looked pissed.
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