Xander breathed heavily, he was feeling feverish, mainly because he wanted to be home right now, Nicole. It's been a week, and he hasn't even stepped foot into the manor. She hasn't called, nor text, nor even...His expression was still gruff when Lucas stepped into the office. In just a few days, he was back in New York, when Lucas had told him what happened, they flew together to New York to meet Kane in his office."This is not funny." Xander grinded his teeth, his demeanor changing, stiff as a rock, just the way they nicknamed him, "She's completely burnt half of my were-houses here in New York, and that note. She's playing with me." His hands fisted, his eyes growing red. Damn, he could literally hurt someone right now.His breath grew ragged.Kane stared at him from under his lashes, Xander had got to admit: His friend was looking quite like any normal guy, there wasn't any bottle of whiskey lying on his table, and his papers seemed arranged. His office even smelt of women's per

"I must say, darling. You look absolutely splendid today. What's the occasion?" Camilla said as she spread jam over her toast.Xander studied his wife from under his lashes, a faint blush appeared in the base of her neck, she was dressed in a white turtle neck top with jeans, her hair was braided, he could almost see the brown curls tucked neatly behind her ears.He wanted to devour her, to undress her, to run his fingers through her soft silk skin, memories of last night torment him, he wanted to do it again, and again, and gosh, those lips. He just wanted to-"Xander." His mother looked at him worriedly as if to tell him to get his shit together, apparently she had just said something, and he wasn't listening. Breakfast with his mother never tended well.Lucas was minding his own food, something about his demeanor was different. He was quiet, unusually quiet. His dark hair styled behind his ears. His dark eyes fixated on the food. Azura ate her food quietly. Zane, Xavier and his fat

Nicole's hand flicked towards the pages, she stared at the type-written words on the paper, it didn't seem to fascinate her one bit.She was on the swing in the garden, inhaling the fresh smell of flowers. Her mind darted around.Xander. She almost scoffed at the perspective, he didn't trust her, yet after everything they had shared. He didn't fucking trust her.She snapped the crisp book shut before bobbing out of the swing, she was thirsty, so she headed towards the kitchen.After taking out a bottle of water, she walked towards the dining room. Xander's father was there. His hands skimming through a book, she thought of going, but when he eyes met her. He said simply."Come and sit."She took a seat as instructed, and peeled open the bottle of water.He chuckled lightly, staring at her. "You look so much like your father. Those gray eyes are always watching me, like he was trying to read me." He snapped the book shut. "That's what you are doing too.""Oh." She hadn't even realized,