I was in a coffee shop with Jasmine, who was apologizing on behalf of the man who had tried to force me into dancing with him. "I'm really sorry, K, for what happened yesterday. If I knew he was like that, I wouldn't have invited him, I promise," she said, giving me puppy dog eyes and holding my hand on the table near my coffee.
"I understand, Jasmine. No need to apologize, and I've already forgotten about him," I smiled. To be honest, I never knew Jasmine was this nice. She bought me cake to say sorry for something she didn't do and paid for the coffee. She was being too nice, and she didn't even know me well, which was suspicious.
"K, since I saw your first jewelry piece, I've been your biggest fan. I always wondered who the boss was and how he or she looked. I was amazed when you came to my party—it was the talk of the whole country just because of your presence, even with your mask on. I'm still wondering, why do you wear a mask? It's not necessary. You're not a criminal, are you?" She looked at me with a cute frown, and I was taken aback.
"What? No, I'm not a criminal. I'm just... I'm just too nervous to show my face," I said, looking down at my skirt.
"I'm sure you aren't ugly, so there is nothing to worry about," she smiled warmly, and I returned it. "Uh, K, can I ask you a question?"
"Yeah, sure," I said, wondering what she was about to ask.
"Can you please, please, please come to my next party? I'm hosting it in two weeks, and I really need you to appear again," she pleaded.
I sighed and nodded yes. She had been really nice to me, and I wanted to meet him again. We said our goodbyes, and I drove off in my Lamborghini.
"She asked you to come again, and you said yes?" Ariel asked, shocked. She knew I wasn't the type to go to parties and thought I wouldn't attend any more after what happened at the last one.
"I can't believe this. Is it really Kiyara talking, or is she possessed?" Bella added, pushing her glasses down. I rolled my eyes and told them, "Everything is going to be alright. It's just one more party, and I liked the last one, even if it had a little crack. It was nice, we all have to agree on that."
They both nodded and said, "True, true," like cartoon judges agreeing after a fact is stated and everyone has to agree to it.
Ezekiel's POV:
"You did what?" I asked, a bit impressed by my sister.
"I asked if she would come again, and she said yes," Jasmine said proudly.
"How?" Kiyara didn't seem like the type to agree easily to a request like that. I had studied her enough to know.
"You know, when women talk, anything is possible," she said.
"Just get to the point," I said harshly. Jasmine explained everything as I listened quietly.
"But I think part of the reason she wanted to come was because of you. When you left, she came back, probably looking for you. When she didn't see you, she went home. I was offended, but I had to understand," she said confidently.
I wasn't shocked. I knew that Kiyara had been wanting to thank me for making her who she is today, but I didn't need her gratitude. What I needed was her, and only her. I waited for her to become great before she met me because I hated it when people said things like, "Our worlds are different," "You do not belong here," or "You will never understand how it feels to be poor." I wanted our relationship to be perfect, and this is my perfect chance to approach her, thanks to my sister.
"Thank you," I said, and Jasmine looked shocked again.
"Di-Di-Did the famous Ezekiel King say thank you? Noooo, I must be dreaming. A lot has been happening, and I guess it's true that love changes people," she said, wiping an imaginary tear from the corner of her eye.
I scoffed. "Okay, I don't really need your thank you. I wan—"
"Three Lamborghinis, a penthouse, and a trip to Paris?" I cut her off, knowing my sister well.
"Exactly. I'm so glad that my brother has started caring about me," she said, forcefully giving me a bear hug and walking away like a spoiled princess. Of course, how could I not know what she likes when she always tells me every morning and night? Not that her husband is poor—she just wants me to give her something for reasons I do not know.
I clicked on my keyboard while looking at Kiyara from my computer. She was in her bedroom, stretching her body. She always does that when she is thinking about something, probably me. Maybe she thinks of me the way I think of her, always.