***continuation of Breakfast, Breakfast, Breakfast!***

Bennett nearly knocked me over, running past me and charging straight at his brother. He pinned Bentley to the hood of his own car, capturing him in a headlock.

"You will not—will not—mention this to either of the guys, you understand?" he growled, his voice menacing.

Bentley spluttered and tried fruitlessly to escape his brother's grasp. He tried several times to speak, but Bennett wouldn't let go of his neck.

"Bennett, let go of him," I advised, as Bentley was starting to turn a nasty shade of purple. "Please? For me?"

Bennett gave his brother a last glare and let go of him. "Only for you," he muttered to me as he stepped back.

Bentley fell onto his knees from the hood of his car, gasping for air.

"Not so brave now, are you?" Bennett spat.

"You're one to talk, lover boy," choked Bentley, slowly regaining his composure. "Jordan and Declan called me over here because they wanted my help to prove you had a thing for Naomi, but I think my work here is done."

Bennett's fists clenched and for a second I was worried he was going over there to end his brother himself, but he just stayed out. "Bentley, I will physically pay you to shut up about this."

Bentley scoffed and stalked over to his brother. I was reminded again just how eerily similar they looked. But Bentley was a little different. His black hair wasn't like his brother's: it was more of a crew cut, even and straight, while Bennett's was longer and fell into his face. And Bentley's eyes were darker and moodier, while Bennett's were piercing and bright.

"Money means nothing to me anymore. I have more money than you do, because, unlike you, I stayed loyal to our father and Frazico."

Bennett ignored the snide comment. "Please. Bentley. The guys will kill me if they find out about this."

Bentley was saved from having to decide when the door to the base popped open and the other guys popped their head out of the doorway.

"What's going on out here?" Jordan asked. He then noticed Bentley. "I see our visitor has arrived. How's life?"

"Life is great," Bentley responded with a smirk and a half glance at Bennett and I.

Jordan raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? What's going on out here?"

Bentley and Bennett exchanged a long, painful glance. Bentley's smirk only grew, and Bennett's eyes only narrowed.

Bentley finally wrenched his gaze away from his brother.

"Bennett and Naomi were just welcoming me in," he said finally.

Declan and Jordan looked between the two dark-haired brothers with a look of puzzlement before speaking.

"Let's go back inside, then," Declan suggested, still looking a little confused.

"Yeah! Pancakes! Breakfast, breakfast, bre—"

"Jordan, don't you dare start that again," said Declan as they went inside, leaving me and the Frazier brothers alone again.

"You owe me," Bentley said immediately to his brother. "You owe me big."

Bennett raised an eyebrow. "Well, what do you want me to do? You refused to accept money."

"I want you to admit to the guys that you people totally love each other," Bentley replied.

Bennett's fingers twitched towards his younger brother's throat, but he kept them by his side. His diamond studs glinted in the early morning sunlight.

"Bentley, I swear—"

But Bentley wasn't having it anymore. "Tell them or I will."

"Is that a threat?"

"You bet," responded Bentley with a smile worthy of the Cheshire Cat. As he pushed past his brother and into the base, he whispered something in Bennett's ear that sounded ominously profane before heading in.

Bennett's face was flushed red. "One day, I am going to kill that son of a bi—"

"That's enough out of you," I interrupted. "Time to go and eat."

Bennett couldn't help but smile at my innocence, and he planted a kiss on my forehead before heading in after his brother.

I still need to get used to that, I thought, feeling my skin burn where his lips had touched it. And someday, we really are going to have to tell the guys.

But not yet, I decided, and headed in as well.

I arrived to a scene that looked as if it had come from a horror movie.

Of course.

The kitchen was a mess. And I mean it. The first thing I saw were Declan and Jordan, who were snickering madly at the kitchen table, eating pancakes.

And then I saw what they were snickering at.

Poor, poor Bentley was backed up against the kitchen counter. His black hair was plastered to his scalp and his dark blue eyes glittered with anger. His face and clothes were covered with oozing, sugary brown maple syrup.

And Bennett?

He was standing across from his brother, holding an empty maple syrup canister.

"What was that for?" Bentley spat. "All I said was—"

"What you said doesn't need repeating," Bennett hissed after stealing a glance at me. Did Bentley tell everyone?

No. Jordan and Declan would be a lot more mad if he had.

"It was true," Bentley moaned. "And this is not a good way to treat your guests, Bennett."

Bennett flipped his brother the bird and stalked off, still clutching the canister of maple syrup.

"I don't understand. I was being helpful," complained Bentley. "He didn't have to drench me in maple syrup."

I raised an eyebrow. "What did you do?"

"I just told Bennett that he had some cherry chapstick on his lower lip and then he had to go and fling maple syrup all over me."

Jordan snorted. "I think he might have heavily misunderstood what you meant, Bentley, because 'cherry chapstick' can have more than one meaning."

"Okay, first of all, that's not what I meant, and second of all, he really did have chapstick on his lower lip."

"How'd it get there?" asked Declan, stuffing an entire pancake in his mouth. "Bennett doesn't wear chapstick."

"I know he doesn't. He doesn't need chapstick because his lips are naturally soft and luscious and—" he trailed off, shooting me a glance that I returned dangerously. "So, how did it get there?"

"I don't know," I cried defensively. "I'm not the Keeper of the Chapstick."

I licked my lips nervously. Yeah, I could still taste the chapstick I had applied when I was talking to Jordan and Declan earlier.

And by the look on Bentley's face, he could see right through my lie.

At that moment, Bennett stormed back in from wherever he had gone to cool off. Bentley proceeded to peel himself off of the counter and shiver with apparent disgust.

"Why don't you sit down to breakfast, Bennett? It's pancakes!" Jordan exclaimed, as if Bennett didn't already know this.

"Pancakes," repeated Bentley. "With a side of cherry chapstick."

Bennett glared at him and moodily stabbed at a pancake with his fork. He sat down beside me stiffly, his icy eyes narrowed in anger.

Bentley coughed. "I'd better go... before this syrup crystallizes all over me," he added. "Have fun, you guys."

"But... wait! What about the whole reason you came here in the first place!" Jordan shouted. "You can't leave!"

"I think my work here is done," he said ominously, and just like that, he'd gone.

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Well THAT was fun.

Fun fact:

I spent like eighty-nine thousand hundred million trillion years looking through the entire back half of TGGBB to find where it first described Bentley's hair, only to find that it didn't describe Bentley's hair at all.

Anyway...