Arya kept her hand plastered on the plates, trying her best to whish it apart, her hands held the whisk, before she gently whisked the eggs. Layers of sweat trickled down her gentle hair down unto her jaw. Like a pro chef- in which she wasn't. She wiped away the strand of the sweat, letting the tiny droplet of sweat trickle along the counter.Gently, she placed the bowl on the table, before she grabbed the bottle of milk, emptying it into the whole bowl. Yep. Brownies, since when had she last cooked? This was absurd, she had lost the manner of the ingredients."Arya. Really?" Colin stood afar from the kitchen, his hands placed around his hips, his voice was hoarse. "Why are you making brownies?"She turned to look towards her brother, casting him a dark look, for the last few days, she had been doubting herself, trying to find her true purpose in life, and here she was. At her parents house, making brownies, without an apron."Where's Mother?" She found herself asking, "She's out," C

In the next minute, he was closer, his finger coursing through her cheek gently, his eyes moved over to the figure that sprawled on the floor and he let out a brief scoff, before focusing back on her."Arya." The way he pronounced her name, something fluttery jumped out of her stomach, she stared back at him, her eyes moistening with tears. Somehow, she still reeked of alcohol, but he didn't even seem to care one bit.To her surprise, he didn't ask her what she was doing here like other guys or even how he got here, he didn't even bother to ask any questions, his hands just simply held the back of her neck, before he lifted her up, he walked her out of the bar, the man who sprawled on the floor, still cursing under his breath."Just you wait! You dare to disgrace me! Your life is over!" If only he knew, he was messing with the demi-god of business himself.***"What in the hell?" Barbara frowned deeply before muttering something under her breath, she gazed back at the figure who bowed

When it was night. Arya snuck into the manor. She knew she shouldn't be acting like a teenager who missed curfew, but damn. It was ten in the night, and she was going into his house.He would probably be asleep, right?She clutched her hand bag around her, just breath, when you reach the living room, take a deep breath and run. It sounded like the perfect idea, but...."Arya?" She froze sneakily, before slowly turning to face him. Shit. He was still seated there, with his brows raised, legs crossed together, his perfect suit lingering of his perfect body."Hmm?" She whispers, before silently muttering something in her head, she shouldn't have agreed with Emma to have drink, at least, she had only a shot, but now, her head hurts like crazy.And, what better way was crazy than when you seem to be late?He pushes his shoes off his legs, letting it fall to the floor. "Where were you?" That raised brow looking absolutely gorgeous.You are not my mother for goodness sake! And, I am not goi

"Are you nervous?" As soon as Devon pushed the door of the car opening, his tall legs coming into view, he whispered to her.Arya didn't know whether her heart was supposed to squeeze so badly, or still, she stared at the huge bar that read 'Beers n bears.' Weird, because she would rather be anywhere but here."They are your friends. Why would I feel nervous." Nope, complete lie, she had every reason to feel nervous, she couldn't detain the time he asked her whether she would like to accompany him to his friend's birthday.And, here she was. Standing beside Devon Brookes, about to enter the restaurant and probably meet his other cool stinky rich friends."Do you need some encouragement?" He asked.She bit her lips, before nodding.His hands encircled the small of her back, before pulling her closer, she could smell his familiar scent. Must. Resist. Scent."It's going to be okay." He leaned in, parting his lips together, when a frown surfaced around those lips, "My friends are normal."

"Do you want to meet my father?" Arya wasn't sure she heard that, because she blinked slowly, and pressed further."Excuse me?" Her gaze was focused on the TV, but today the telenovela was none of her business because they were damn kissing in the play, why now universe? She heard perfectly, but she wanted to confirm, or more like she wanted him to say it again.She placed her hand on her lap, taking in another steady breath, his living room was tense, neither said a word for a whooping ten seconds, until he repeated what he was saying."Will you like to meet my father?" He was asking now, "Arya, look at me."Someone help her right now.She craned her neck to gaze at his face, please don't look at me in the eye, please don't look at me in the eye, her prayer didn't seem to work, because he was paying all attention to her."Will you like to meet my father?" He reverted the word. "He's back in New York, and will like to meet my wife, Barbara will also be there, consider it a family dinn