On our way out of the atelier. Rory's cell phone, which Nicholas made me use, started to ring. It was as if he knew I was now done fitting his sister's wedding gown. I glance at Kairos, who is two steps ahead of me—biting my lower lip as I contemplate whether I'll answer Nicholas's call immediately. He didn't realize that he had left me behind. Rory's phone soon stopped ringing, but a new message popped on the screen. [Aren't you done with your fittings? Your appointment should have ended ten minutes ago. Please answer the phone, Isla.] Right after I read his messages, that is filled with correctly spelled words and punctuation. Nicholas' number popped on the screen, and I had no choice but to slide up the answer button this time. "Wait for me there. I am just a few blocks away from the Atelier," he said. I was about to open my mouth and say something when a massive hand and long fingers took Rory's phone out of my hand. Kairos stole the phone from me, bringing it straight to his
Kairos stopped in front of Spencer's driveway, but I remained nailed on my spot, not wanting to move even an inch. I badly want to bite on my fingernail as my anxiety starts getting the best of me.What would I say if they asked me why Kairos would want to move in with him after they left us together for less than two hours when Rory had been following him around like his golden retriever, and yet he didn't even pat her on her head once as a form of showing his affection? What should I say? That Kairos probably fell for my charms? We all know that I don't have charms and best believe that they know entirely about my background, though they won't say it straight to my face. I think they would eventually find out that I fucked with their daughter's husband. "Rory, we're home," Kairos said, which snapped me back to reality. I glance at him. He is already waiting for me outside of his car. I subtly swallow a lump in my throat before I unbuckle my seatbelt. Two steps away from the front do
Kairos's eyebrows finally arched, and his forehead knotted. For a moment, I thought he had decided and would come near me and confirm something just when I was about to ignore his presence and his pair of lustful eyes. The temperamental beast ignored me, too. He turned his back on me, then adjusted his body to make himself more comfortable at the sun lounger. He places both hands at the back of his head to make it his pillow, and he closes his eyes afterward. It looks like he's currently marinating himself under the sun that is not there because it's already seven in the evening. We're all just waiting for our personal chefs to be done with the outdoor buffet that Dianna suggested and asked for. "Yes, Rory?" He asked that question like he was humming it. I sat up straight and looked away from him with annoyance all over my face that I couldn't hide. I force my lid to shut as I breathe in and out in an attempt to control my emotions. This is the time when I hate how I can't help it bu
The phone rang for the third time after I declined the first two calls from a caller ID registered as Andra. I am left with no choice but to sneak my way into Nicholas's room on the second floor. The Spencer's mansion is massive and the halls lead to different parts of the house. They didn't give me a proper tour around their humble abode. The only part of this place that I know as if it's the back of my hand is the second floor, Nicholas's room which is on the farthest side of the hall next to an arched window where natural lights come in each day and moonlight illuminates each night. I glance around the hall just to make sure that I am all alone before I knock once at the closed door of Nicholas's room. I waited for a few seconds before I raised my hand about to bang the door for the second time around when it opened. Nicholas revealed himself with a black tower dripping waiting for her that he is drying with a hand towel at the moment. I scanned him with my eyes once before I push
"Does it have to be him? I can drive you to Soho and wait for you too You should stop depending on him so much. I don't want to be in a marriage where it feels like you are a package deal and Nicholas comes with you," he said. Kairos stared at Nicholas like a reaper who was dying to bring him his demise while I stood in between the two of them puzzled. I don't know about the real Rory but one thing is for sure, her brother does care for her. I on the other hand am dependent on Nicholas because there are a lot of things about Rory and her relationship with people that I am not aware like her friend Andra and all those other friend that she has. To pull this Rory Spencer for a week challenge effortlessly. I need someone by my side who knows Rory like the back of their hand and that's not Kairos. "What the hell is wrong with him? He acts like a jealous boyfriend," I muttered under my breath once I was sure that Kairos wouldn't be able to hear those after he walked out on me and Nicholas
Andra smiled at me, on second thought she was smirking at me more than she was smiling. Itália's eyebrow arched up at her as if she already knew that Andra's idea was stupid. "It's a bridal shower. This one should be about the bride and her friends which is," she said trying to change Andra's mind into making me invite Kairos to the party that she is hosting. Andra is like the luxurious version of Veronica. They are nothing but a two-faced bitch. The only difference is that Andra wears designer clothes while Veronica on the other hand wears class A and imitation but they are both cut from the same fabric if I am being honest. "This is the fun part, Tali. If he comes here then we'd be relieved to know that our dearest friend won't be stuck in a loveless marriage because her future husband does care about her especially if she says that she needs him in a particular place." Andra darted her eyes at me. She roamed it from my body and it stayed longer on the flowy silk dress that I was
I can't lose this cool facade of mine. I am good at reading people through their body language and Kairos has his way of scanning through people's faces and he ends up reading them like his favorite book though he hasn't read it for years. He only needs a few hints and refresher to know every single detail about someone. "You needed my help dealing with Andra. What happened?" He asked. I sat on the stool and waited for my on the rocks. Kairos remained standing a few inches away from me like an Alpha that was marking his territory together with his glass of scotch."Here is your on the rocks, Rory," said the bartender. He flashes a ghostly smile though it's not clear to me yet. I wasn't born yesterday and I know that that meaningful smile is his way of communicating to me. Is he flirting with me? The audacity of that man to send such a message when Kairos is all over my body. I mentally shook my head and bit my lower lip to stop myself from smiling. These men...Sipping on my drinks o
I closed my eyes with the hope that once I open them again. All this unsavory jealousy that is crawling all over my nerves will be gone, but I was wrong. Kairos is staring straight into my eyes like he is challenging me on what I'll do next. I glared at Andra even more when I saw her look up at Kairos. The woman whispered something and then she pulled an inch away from him chuckling. When she realized that his eyes were pasted in the same direction for a moment now. She trailed it off and then she found me staring at her like a prey wanting to chop off her predator's head though it is impossible because things don't work like that. "You go get your man," Italia urged me. I breathe deeply. If Kairos can easily be taken away from me like that then there is no point in trying to fight just so I can keep him. He can be hers to keep! And it's not like he is going to be my actual husband. I am just role-playing here and after one week I am done with this fucked up world of the socialite t