"Hey, what are you doing here, let's go" Troy came in the kitchen and looked at us, he grabbed my hand and dragged me, but is eyes never leaving his brother's, eyeing him with the most hateful glare possible. I shook my head, unable to look at any of them.

The table was setup; white table cloth was decorated with delicate china ware, and the aroma of the food rising from the food on the table. We all sat down, I sat beside Troy. A while later, Zavier came in with a bottle of wine in his hand and sat across me, beside his mother. Our blue iris met, his intense ones met my shy ones. I quickly shifted my gaze, which I had been holding, before Troy notices.

The conversation flowed, mostly it was Silas and Veronica bickering, which was very comical and I had my attention trained to them. Zaivier, added to the conversation, but Troy's attention was on his phone, never once did he lift his eyes it. I squeezed his hand, hoping he would participate in the conversation, but he just gave me an empty look, before getting up and leaving the room, to attend a call.

All the eyes on the table followed Troy, but he seemed oblivious to all of them. It seemed as if he purposely tried to escape the room. I did not let my thoughts wander towards him but instead I focused them ,on the eyes that were on me throughout the dinner. I focused my thoughts on Zavier.

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Once the dinner was over, I excused myself and walked towards the bathroom, but soon was yanked by a strong grip. Placing me in between the wall and him, Zavier looked at me with the utmost passion, without any words exchanged; he placed his lips on mine. Savoring every moment of it, my hands meshed with his hair, as he pulled me closer to him, I let my hand wander, from his hair to the contour of his torso, and then to the back, I could feel his flexed muscles.

We broke apart for a while; his eyes locked themselves on mine. Grabbing my hands he put them behind my back and smirked a mischievous smirk, he placed his lips on my neck, his scruff leaving slight tingles as he relished me.

"No hickeys" I somehow managed to say in between my trance which he had me in, I sucked in a breath and pursed my lips, trying not to moan at his attack.

His mouth left my neck, but his hands were still at my hips, looking at me intently. I started walking towards the bathroom, and he followed. Looking at my reflection in the huge mirror in front of, I examined myself in it, when my eye caught a bluish spot at the base of my neck. His hands snaked themselves around my waist, with his chin on my shoulder. I gave him a pointed look, but he just kissed my cheek, "I wouldn't have given you one, if you weren't wearing my favorite dress", he said simply and again pecked my cheek.

"Seriously Zavier" I said smacking him lightly on his arm, to which he laughed. Cleaning myself up and making myself presentable, I headed out of the bathroom, biting my lip, trying to hide the smile which was about to form on my face.

Sighing, I sat down with veronica, who was staring out at the star gazed sky. With glasses of wine in our hands, sipping away the night. " I always thought that you would end up with Zavier". She said looking at me, and I almost choked on my wine. I looked at her, but she just shrugged and continued sipping her wine, "but here you are, with Troy." I don't know why did she sound so disappointed, but she soon masked it with a smile, which I knew was fake, but I did not say anything.

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Hello readers, 

late update and a short chapter, unfortunately i am having a writers block. so that means, updates would be fewer or shorter chapters.

i hope you do like this chapter, please vote for it and do comment. 

- Harley James Stark