Chapter 10

                                    

                                          
Onika's POV
Tonight, I have plans to take Beyonce out on a date to a fancy restaurant called De Luca's. I'm thinking of asking her to be my girlfriend, as she has been dropping hints about it recently. I brought her a promise ring that Mama Tina and Kelly helped me pick out.
I was excited more than anything.
Yara will be staying with my parents for the first time tonight. She's feeling nervous because it's her first night without me, but my family has reassured her that she'll be okay. I told her to call me if she wants to come home, and I'll pick her up without any trouble.
Yara has spent a lot of time with my family, so she knows them well enough to trust staying with them. However, I'm still concerned about her night terrors.
"Are you going to behave, sweetheart?" I asked as we arrived.
"Nika, I'm fourteen, not two," she replied as she gathered her things to leave the car.
"Right, I keep forgetting," I chuckled. "It's alright, though. It shows me you care, and I really appreciate that," she said as she stepped out of the car.
She's been more talkative lately, not as timid as before, which makes me so happy. It shows me that she feels safe and comfortable.
I walked her to the front door, helping her with some of her things. I knocked, and my mother immediately responded, "Hi, honey bun!" as she opened the door with a big smile. "Hey," Yara returned and smiled.
Surprisingly, Yara and my mother have grown very close. I assumed it would be her, Ming, or Dee, but nope, Yara likes knitting, doing puzzles, and gardening. All the things my mom likes. "Alright Nika I'll see you later." Yara gives me a hug. I place a quick peck on her forehead. "See you guys later." I head from my parents home, driving to Beyonce's house.
I pull up, letting her know I was there knocking on her door, but to my surprise it was already unlocked; she probably already heard me coming. I trace to her bedroom, not even thinking to knock; I just walked right in; luckily, she was already dressed and looking so good.
She had on this black latex dress with Christian Louboutin black red bottoms and a sparkly cardigan to cover her arms. "You look so gorgeous." I blurt out.
"Hey baby, thank you!" She was blushing ear to ear. "You look really good. I love how we matched today on accident," she smiled. I thanked her before we exchanged a long kiss, which eventually turned nasty. I could tell she wanted more by the groan that left her mouth when we stopped kissing.
"Come on, babe, we gotta go. The reservations are for eight o'clock, and it's seven thirty." I rush.
We leave out of her place, locking everything up. I carried Beyonce's duffel bag to the car, though she'll be staying at my place tonight.
I pull up to the restaurant, giving valet the keys, going to Beyonce's side of the car to open up her car door. I held her hand, helping her out of the vehicle. "Thank you, babe," she blows a kissy face at me.
I check us in, and immediately we get seated.
We reviewed over the menu picking our food before the server came just to be prepared. I decided on the Fettuccine Alfredo just to be on the safe side, and Bey got the Chicken Piccata. "Thank you so much for taking me here, baby; it's so beautiful," she said as she looked around the restaurant. "Your welcome, beautiful," I reply.
The server approached our table with a friendly smile. "Hi there! My name is Mila. I will be your server today. Can I get you started on some drinks?"
I glanced at Bey, then back at the server. "I'll have a Dirty Martini, please."