Kamari's Point of View Nolan was leaving us earlier than we had all anticipated. After about five vodka shots each and a few scotches, the man was rolling around on his feet. Blurred his words. Blushed whenever I smiled at him for too long. Giggled, like a schoolgirl, whenever someone would give him a compliment. It was a side of him I had never seen before. I was pleasantly surprised. Elated, to be honest, not to see him in his constantly buzzing self. For the first time since I had known Nolan, he had settled into his skin. Became brighter than I had ever seen him before. I couldn't deny the warmth it brought to my stomach. The absolute menace of butterflies flew around in my stomach. Or how my eyes would trail to him, even now. But Zayan still lingered in the back of my mind. Which made me liking Nolan feel like a crime. "You know... You are the prettiest girl I have ever seen before." Nolan was rolling his Rs a bit too much. Stumbled aimlessly toward me. Malakai watched him
Malakai's Point of View I nearly gave myself away. Fuck. It would have put everything in jeopardy. If Kamari had told Rachel about the plan... "Nolan isn't a topic I like discussing," Kamari replied, eyelashes fluttering across her cheeks. Pink stained her face, moving all the way across to the tips of her ears. It was utterly adorable. "Oh, and why not? Unrequited love?" I jabbed. There was obviously something between them. Something she wanted to keep hidden. For what reason, I couldn't say. But there was a tension. A draw. He looked at her as if she was the last lifeline left on earth. Spoke about her in very much the same way. It almost made me jealous. If I only didn't believe in non-monogamy. Kamari gave me a flat stare then. Shuffled her arms across her chest. I cocked up an eyebrow. This was clearly a subject of contention. One I had hit the button on and wanted to know more about. Here he was, Nolan Grey. From what I heard, the only son of a wealthy and powerful fa
Zayan's Point of View The conversation with Nolan made me feel hollow on the inside. Left me wondering what I was doing. The decisions I was making. Until I got home and saw her. Eris was cooking at the stove in tight booty shorts. Swung her hips from side to side as her black hair swayed over the top of her ass. The shirt she was wearing was mine but I didn't expect anything else. Her clothes from yesterday were torn badly. Splattered with blood. We should go shopping for her soon. Or I could go and beat Arik until he gave back all of her stuff. The second thought was the one I wanted to do most. Feel his throat crush beneath my hand. Eris' hips swayed more and her hair fell over one shoulder with one swoop of her arm. This gave me the perfect view of her frame. How delicate her spine ran beneath the bagginess of my shirt. The waning sunlight caught the white shirt perfectly. Made it almost see-through. Suddenly, all the bad things from before vanished in the blink of an eye
Kamari's Point of View There he was, hinging so close to my face. Clasping my hands in his. Desperation clung to his eyes. He was furious about what I had done to myself. The opened cuticles I had torn off. Blood dotting the outside of my nails. A perfect stranger in my book wanted to know why I was always hurting myself. The explanation felt frail in my mouth. I remained silent. Watched him as he retreated out of my space. He seemed genuine when he asked me to open up but it felt like a wave would crash too hard on my shore. Recoiling, I pulled my hands out of his grasp and faced away from him. Peered at him only from the corners of my eyes. "I think I need to go to bed," I whispered and pushed the martini glass away from me. What had started as a normal conversation between two people ended with my heart about to burst. "You can't carry on running from this," Malakai replied and took his glass in his hand again. Whilst he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down relentle
Kamari's Point of View By the time we woke up to leave, the sun barely cracked across the mountain range behind the house. Nolan had a headache the size of the sun, thanks to last night's endeavors. Whilst I was still reeling from what Malakai had told me. It was odd to consider his proposal. Thus I promised to think more about it once I got home. Neither Nolan nor Zayan might find it substantial but apparently, I owed it to everyone involved to be honest with them. Something had also shifted last night with Malakai. But it wasn't something my mind could focus on right now. "You look like death," I commented as Nolan finally stood up and moved to the bathroom. The second I spoke, he froze. Looked back at me with wide eyes. He blinked. Blinked again and decided to rub his eyes with his fists. "Did you sleep in my bed?" He groaned, voice almost completely gone from the cotton mouth. At least I had my memory intact. Thanks to a whole lot of water and four aspirins before I craw
Zayan's Point of ViewThe first thing I thought of when I saw the lake house was Kamari. Her hair blew behind her through the bottom of the helmet. Her stunned face when I fell.Our conversation that followed.Back then, I thought we had made progress. Took a step deeper into our relationship. But she had chosen Nolan and I had chosen Eris and now she was just another memory to me.One that lingered a bit too close to home.Sometimes I wondered what it would be like if we didn't have to choose. We could have more than one person. More than one right fit for you. Then I snapped out of it and carried on.Eris was smiling at me as she walked to the house. This time around, we weren't going into the garage or even close to it. Some staff would drop by tomorrow and clean the place up a bit.For now, it had to do."This place is magnificent." Eris cooed as I trotted closer with most of my clothing bags. We had stopped by the shopping center in the human town to get her some clothes. Got he
Kamari's Point of ViewMy dad went to the shower the moment we got home. Whilst Nolan said his timid goodbye and fled the scene of my house.He barely made eye contact. Stripped down and left his clothes when he shifted. I had hurt him and we barely even had a chance to explore what this was. But I explained my needs. Or the needs I thought I had. It was strange to think that this could have ended up in any other way. The two of us, together. But then I would have to shove away my feelings for Zayan. The growing feelings I had for Malakai. Who seemed to be the sanest of the three.If I told any of these thoughts to my dad, he would call me crazy on the spot. Or just plain selfish. None of which I wanted to hear.If none of them were comfortable with the idea, I would back down. Not that I could count on Zayan to join the party on this one.He was somewhere off with Eris.And until that point, I had never faced my feelings for him. But now that I was home and I was somewhat alone, th
Zayan's Point of View The call came in just after midnight. I was expecting it. Knew that she had found the box the moment she got home. But I also knew that she would be diligent in speaking to me. I answered on the second ring. Sat back in my mother's beautiful armchair. Watched the fire crackle in the fireplace. This high up in the mountains, people would think it was simply clouded. Never smoke. "You broke into my house." Her voice came out flat. Unhappy. As I thought she would sound. But I couldn't contain my happiness at hearing it. At speaking to her again. Fucking hell. "Hello to you too," I whispered back, amused already by her outburst. Or the Kamari version of an outburst. The girl always hid herself away so well under lock and key. "On what fucking planet do you think it is okay to break into someone's house?" She uttered again. I could hear the rustling of leaves through the phone. Her footsteps crunched on fallen branches. She was outside, walking alone. But I k