I combed my hair one last time in front of the mirror and smoothed my dress. I was staring at my reflection thoughtfully, when a sudden thought jerked me out of my reverie.

"It's just Felix Keighlah, calm down," I murmured to myself and reached for the blush, retouching my make up. I was feeling oddly nervous about going to Felix's house.

I grinned at myself in the mirror. "Perfect," I said and turned away.

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" I said to Andrew as I walked down the stairs, putting on a wrist watch.

"I'm sure," he replied and raised his eyes at me.

"How do I look?" I asked and stood in front of him, smiling.

His eyes travelled down my body before travelling up and landing on my eyes. An involuntary shiver passed down my spine as he looked me up. He swallowed. "You look fine."

"It's not too much?" I asked, looking down at my dress.

"No," In one stride, he was standing in front of me, his hand raised as he touched my hair. "You look beautiful, as always."

I blushed. "Thanks, Andy."

He removed his hand and took a step a away. "How-how long will you be gone for?"

"I don't know, it depends. Like, two to three hours maybe?"

He nodded.

"Um all right, see you in a few," I waved and walked towards the door.

His reply was short. "Yeah, bye."

I put on a pair of sneakers and walked out of the house, closing the door softly behind me. I sat down in my car and started the engine. Soon, I was on the road.

I turned on the heater to a low level. To my surprise, as I drove, the sky had started to darken. I tsked and glanced at it through the glass.

"Oh no, I didn't bring an umbrella," I murmured, frowning.

Finally, I reached Felix's huge mansion, and I thanked the lords that it hadn't started raining yet.

Hey, I'm here. I sent out a text to him.

Cool, I'm coming outside. His reply was instantaneous.

The large automated gates opened up and I drove up the cobbled road to his house. I noticed Felix standing outside his door. As I drove closer, he smiled at me.

"Hey," he greeted and opened my car door.

"Oh! Um, should I just leave it here?" I asked, gesturing at my car.

"Yeah, anywhere's fine, doesn't really matter."

I turned off the engine and stepped out of my car. Looking up at the huge, white beauty in front of me, I couldn't help but compare it to the Silva bungalow. Even though this was more aesthetically pleasing, the Silva bungalow was more homey to me.

Felix and I shared a small hug before we walked up the stairs to his house. The inside was as marvellous as the outside, even more so, if possible. White pillars were situated at every corner, the floor was squeaky clean and made of marble.

It made me wonder, how rich was Felix really?

"You like?" He gave me a crooked grin as he watched me look around his house in awe.

I laughed. "I love."

"Well, guess what?" He turned towards me and the afternoon sun hit his face from the window, making his blonde hair glow.

"What?" I asked, amused.

"There's food. Like, a whole meal, for you. I made it."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? You made it?"

"Well . . ." He scratched his neck. "Ninety percent is chinese takeout-"

"Hah! I knew it."

"-but I did bring out the champagne bottles."

"You charm me," I placed a hand on my chest. "I am charmed."

"Sarcasm noted," said Felix. "Do you want to have food first or . . .?"

I straightened my back and clapped my hands together once. "I'm always up for food."

Felix grabbed my hand suddenly and dragged me to the largest dining room I had ever seen in my entire life.

I blew my cheeks out. "Woah, I-I'd never be able to sit in this huge room to have my food everyday." And it was true. Even the spoons and forks looked expensive.

"That's why I have it in my room," he winked.

One corner of the table was stuffed with Americanised chinese food. I quickly walked over and sat down, already nibbling on the chicken starters. Felix joined, settling down beside me.

We chatted normally as we enjoyed the food together. He poured each of us a glass of champagne. It looked costly, I felt strange drinking it. It was sparkling, the bubbles sweetly bursting in my mouth.

"Ah, I love this champagne." I said.

"Me too," Felix mused. "Hey, if you're done, I want to show you around."

"Yes, I'm done. Just going to carry this glass around . . ." I patted my stomach once and stood up, picking up the champagne flute. "Lead the way."

He picked up his own glass and took me to the living room first. A massive globe sat in the middle of the room.

"What is it made of-bronze?" I asked as I inspected it.

"Yes, you're right. It's about a hundred years old, I think more."

"Wow," I smiled at the globe. "Your house is like a museum."

"Not quite but-yeah, kinda," he laughed.

I looked around the room, staring at the intricate design of the false ceiling. "I want to decorate my house one day. I've always loved interior designing, you know? Andrew and I, we both do. We have so many interests in common-"

Would you stop talking about Andrew when you're with Felix.

I took a sip of the champagne and turned towards him, an awkward giggle escaped my throat. "Anyways. Where to next?"

Felix was observing me with a serious expression. "You and Andrew are pretty close."

I was a little shocked by the sudden remark. The way he said it made it feel more like a statement than a question, but he was looking at me as if I had to answer it. I scratched my elbow. "I mean, isn't it supposed to be that way? We are in a band, after all."

Felix shook his head, smiling. He took a sip of his own and said, "many people are in a band together, doesn't mean they are really that close." He took a few steps towards me, fixing his blue eyes on me. "You guys just seem really close."

"I've known him since I was fourteen. I learned to play my harp from his father, so . . . yeah, I guess we're pretty close."

Also, we fucked, but you don't need to know that.

"Hmm." He stepped even closer, and I stepped back, suddenly feeling uncomfortable by our proximity.

"S-so where to, next?" I asked, averting my gaze from him.

"Let's go upstairs," he said and walked away without waiting for an answer. I followed him up the stairs. We walked through a rich-looking hallway before haulting in front of the last door.

"This is my room," Felix said proudly, his eyes lighting up like a twelve year old on Christmas, and pushed open the door.

His room was a complete contrast to the rest of the house. It wasn't white, it was actually a light shade of orange. It wasn't even sickly clean like the rest of the house.

This was the only room that didn't call me poor in forty seven languages. I was grateful.

"Well," I put my hands on my waist. "You're a slob."

"I really can't be bothered about fancy living," he replied, carelessly. We walked into the room. I looked up to find the same intricate false ceiling decorating the room. I heard him place the flute glass on the table beside the door.

I giggled. "At least your ceiling's still fancy."

The room remained silent.

"Felix?" I said and was about to turn, when his hands gripped my waist and pulled me roughly against him.

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Next chapter - next Saturday at 10pm IST.