RAYAN

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As I pulled my car into the driveway of the lake house, I saw Steve sitting at the veranda with others. I flashed a smiled at them as they waved.

I parked the car at the car park and pulled my keys out and jumped out of the car with my traveller back pack after slamming the car shut down. "Hello there, little rascals!" I exclaimed.

"Hey bro!" I and Bruce did a bro hug as I stepped into the veranda, his boyfriend Jude standing beside him who I soon engulfed in a hug.

"You gave me a bro hug but hugging my boyfriend like it's your last day. And, mind you, I am your close friend and he's my boyfriend." Bruce shoved me away from Jude as others laughed in amusement.

"That's because his body is soft compared to your rock one." I let out, teasing him obviously. It's quite funny when he gets all jealous over Jude.

But, it is quite true. Bruce is a gym rat so his body is filled with toned abs and muscles while Jude looks like a soft kitten with his baby face and slender body.

Bruce glared at me as he wrapped a hand protectively over Jude's shoulder, pulling his boyfriend towards him. "I think for the meantime you should stay away from my boyfriend, Rayan."

I stuck out my tongue at him. "In your dreams." I heard Bruce grunts, muttering some curses.

"Well guys, can you stop being childish for a moment?" Liam has a done expression on his face. "Rayan go and put your luggage in your usual room."

"Yes sir!" I saluted as Liam shook his head like he's clearly done. Then, I gave an acknowledging nod at Helin, my other close friend, before marching inside.

I dragged myself through the stairs into the usual room I always use whenever we hung out here to spend our summer vacation.

Once I reached inside, I put my tourist backpack inside the closet, then fell on the bed like a star fish.

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Once I washed my face and changed into comfortable clothes, I left the room, walking towards downstairs.

When I was striding through stairs, I heard some yelling which made me frown, but I couldn't make out the words clearly because there were several people yelling at the same time, seems like Helin, eh Bruce, and uhm yes Liam, before I heard Steve yelling at them something like 'can y'all shut up, before Rayan come down and see him, hearing all the noises, we should talk to him without much commotion and make him leave'. Then, the voices unusually quiet down suddenly. What was Steve talking about? Make who leave before I see? I am really confused.

As I got closer, I could now able to hear some murmers, seems like from my friends. Then, I heard a familiar voice spoke up, which made my heart picked up it's pace. It was faint, but I still recognised it.

I bite my lips as my pace quickens as I heard the faint voices of my friends and him talking.

That smooth and elegant voice, I couldn't mistaken it for anything else in this world.

I felt sweat gathers on my palms as I rubbed them together. I considered going back to the room because I just couldn't bear to see him, but yet a part of me yearns to see him. Oh God, it's messed up.

But, what the fuck is he doing here? Who invited him?

"Rayan." I stiffened as I halted in my steps by hearing my name rolled off his sinful tongue. It's been a while. It really has been a while.

I saw Steve and Bruce looks at me with a nervous expression. I didn't realise that I had already stepped into veranda because my mind was occupied.

Even though my gaze and posture was straight, I could see a little bit of him from my peripheral vision, on the left, which was enough to ruin me in ways I couldn't explain.

I shifted my gaze towards left, meeting his gaze as I felt the world stops, my insides churning. He stands few steps away from me. "H-hi?" The fuck I stuttered for?!

He smiled at me sweetly, his eyes boring into mine like he found something very precious to him that he lost long time ago. And, oh his sweet dimples, they tempted me to rush towards him and run my tongue all over them like in the past. What-

Fuck. Fuck no. I can't be fucking serious?!

"How are you doing?" He titled his head, still gazing into my eyes with his seductive hunter ones, which has jet black orbs.

"Well I am good, I guess." I let out a nervous smile. The eye contact was killing me. He didn't blink since I accidentally looked into his eyes, and I know for a fact that he wouldn't look away at all even if we stand here for all day. So, I looked away, gulping down. 

"Seems like you lost weight." He muttered, his voice was calm and melody, soothing my ears, like they have always been unless- I shook my head, refuse to think about the past, which I already left behind.

"Well, it seems so." I let out a faint smile as my eyes starts running over his body,
without my consent. I couldn't stop my eyes, I just couldn't. They were not cooperating. As usual, my body was never in my control the moment I am in his presence. It frustrates me to the core.

He looks stunning, of course always the charming and unbelievably attractive. High chiseled cheek bones, jawline which could even cut a diamond, clean shaved, full pink lips, hunter black eyes with long eyelashes, jet black wavy hair parted from the middle. Wearing a sky blue button up shirt, rolled over sleeves, showing off his fucking 'turn on' of a bicep filled with green veins, grey pants, black sports shoes, adorning his left wrist with a rollex silver watch. On the top of the delicious honey cake like a red little cherry, expensive perfume smells like sex, which is constantly invading into my nose ever since I stepped here.

"You look good." Moment of silence. Well, I wonder who said that. I shifted my gaze to my friends who looked at me like I suddenly grew two satanic horns on either side of my head.

I felt nervousness washes over my body. W-who said that? Who?

Steve let out a disappointment sigh as he shook his head and I felt like crying. It can't be. It can't be. It can't be. Please say that was not me. Please say that was not me. I might just collapse right now from utter embrassment.

My heart beats like crazy when I notice him coming closer to me and I blinked like there's no tomorrow. I refuse to look at his fucking face, especially his eyes, looking straight.

He halted his steps once he reached beside me, only two or three inches from me. "I dressed up, just for you."

What next happened was a very fucking dumb move, because I looked straight into his fucking seductive eyes, and I felt my knees weakening and my body was on fire, eyes and face burning with passion.

I should have known. I had one fucking job. I should have never fucking look at his fucking manipulative eyes no matter what. One glance into those sinful eyes were enough for me to feel like all those efforts I put into every fibre of my body and mind constantly over a year, back and forth from hell and deep hell, were slowly slipping away. And the most fucked up thing is, I couldn't wait to get ruined by him again.

Oh Haze, you manipulative bastard.