PIERRE POVIt’s amazing how other people’s aura could turn darkness into light. Their energy exudes this kind of warmth that makes you feel enough, welcomed, needed, and very much wanted.I'd never spent much time around Sebastian before; even when I was still serving in their lounge, we had these little disturbed moments where I would just stand with him for a few seconds before Poseidon came and wreaked havoc around us. But after spending a whole day with him, his undivided attention on me and me only, I knew for a fact that he wasn't like any other people I have met before. He wasn't like Z4. He was the odd one, the quiet one, the steady and trusted one. He made me so comfortable that I even forgot about the pain and everything that had transpired. So unlike Poseidon. By the time we decided to leave his other secret hideout, night had long fallen pulling darkness on its tail. It was after 8 when we arrived outside the frathouse and right in the driveway was Poseidon’s black Audi

PIERRE POV“Call me if you need anything okay?” Sebastian mused as he placed a soft kiss on my head before massaging my cheek, the rough pads of his thumbs grazing my skin and rekindling the current inside of me. “I’ll just be outside.” He completed, then straightened up. I chanced a look at my mom who had a straw in her mouth, with her eyes snapped wide as she watched the exchange between me and Sebastian. “Ade.” Sebastian referred to mom, and she grinned, “Yes, son?” She placed the cold tea on the table in front of her.“Please take care of him.” Sebastian padded her shoulder, and redness crept onto my face as he padded her shoulder before walking off, my mom’s eyes following him. “Is there something you want to tell me?” She tilted her head to the side, regarding me wholly with a sheepish grin on her face. Could she be a little reserved? “Actually…” I cleared my throat, inching to the edge of my seat. “There is.” I intoned, and she almost jumped out of her seat. “When did y

PIERRE POV “Care for a little ride?” Sebastian’s voice was just a whisper above a purr as he took my hand in his, looping his fingers with mine and holding me in a tight grip before navigating through the throng of students, me trailing behind him like a toddler.We had fallen into our little routine of him picking me up after every class and flaunting me around like some sort of prize. I didn’t know how to feel about it at first, but the idea of being acknowledged and not regarded as a dirty little secret was far more revivifying than anything I have ever known. It was so freeing to finally be that little piece of something that fits in the puzzle of society, instead of being a triangle and trying to fit into a square. And all it took was some serious acknowledgment instead of being shunned and called names.With time, I found myself relaxing more around him, because his energy was just too impossible to resist. He was the calm kind, the one you would run to whenever you had problems

PIERRE POV Okay, Pierre and a black tuxedo in one sentence is the best combination to ever exist.Those exact words were the first thing that came to my mind when the hostess placed me in front of the giant mirror inside of some ridiculously fancy shop Sebastian deemed necessary to bring me to just hours before the prom. My thoughts began wandering to the place- or to be exact- to somebody I didn’t want to think of, and I quickly swatted him away from my mind. Tonight wasn’t about him, tonight was me and Sebastian. I had been a dick, not reciprocating everything he has done for me, but tonight, I was going to be his in all the ways he has proven to be mine. “You look amazing.” Sebastian stepped forward from my behind, his reflection in the mirror towering over mine. My eyes flew to his, and for someone as angelic as him to actually say I was handsome had to be the compliment cooked straight in heaven.“You look great too.” The black tax made his porcelain skin stand out, and the br

PIERRE POV I didn’t even know what went through my mind when I declined the offer of getting the fuck out of here when the chance presented itself. The bravery and courage that had blanketed over me when I spoke with my head held up that we’d stay bedraggled into the ear-shattering bass of the music, fading with the notes and baseline. To say the atmosphere was uncomfortable would be an understatement of the air. Maybe I was the only one sitting on hot coal wishing the ground would split open and swallow me whole, totally rattled out of my wits, because Luna had been part of the exclusive clique even long before I stepped foot in the US. And they were all used to having... Holy smokes. In front of me was Luna who was perched on Poseidon’s lap, who seemed to be more than delighted to cradle her in his arms. My eyes trailed every little movement his hands did on her body, and I could tell that the big guy was having blast flaunting his Delilah in front of me. I mean who wouldn’t, Lun