The people who were in Giovani's home was something he wasn't used to. He loved his space. He was a man who loved isolation but for the time being he didn't mind if family and friends were here. The group were all currently in his condo, passing time after they had been out and explored Houston.
Giovani walked through his condo that could pass for a penthouse. It was the epitome of luxury. Three bedrooms and three and half bathrooms. There was a terrace that overlooked the pool in the building. The condo was perfect for him. Giovani wasn't into big house and mansions like his brother. He liked simple shit.
As he was walking pass his kitchen, he see Iman with her face in her phone as she held the biggest smile on her face. She began typing as she did a little dance which caused Giovani to chuckle. Iman looked up from her phone and Giovanni up and down.
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He couldn't help but take in the beauty she possessed. Giovani had been peeping Iman out since yesterday. She was a beauty and from her mannerisms he noticed how well kept and put together she was.
"I understand this your house and all but I don't steal. You don't have to watch me." She said, as she looked over at him. He chuckled as he shook his head. He found her accent cute. It fit her. He could tell she wasn't from Baton Rouge.
"I ain't trippin' I got cameras all throughout this bitch. If I don't catch you they will." He said, as he glided his tongue across the bottom row of golds he had placed into his mouth. "What got you so happy anyway? A nigga must got yo' attention." He said, causing Iman to smirk as she glanced at him. He just had too he couldn't resist throwing that last line in. He wanted to know if she was single or not.
"Real cute but I'm single if that was your way of asking." She said, as she looked him and down she couldn't even like Giovani was fine as hell. She loved how that tattoos sat well on his skin. He was tatted bad but it wasn't tacky looking. His swag was right too but Iman ain't never fucked with a nigga of his caliber.
She always dated men who were more on the safer side of things; lawyers, doctors, engineers, and athletes. Any man with a legit job she had her share. She ain't never dealt with no street nigga. She stayed away from those type of men but what she had to understand all niggas were the same.
