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I only knew the man who was afraid of the dark. I heard footsteps outside. They were slow and calm. The lock turned, and the door creaked open. Tobi walked in. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket anymore. His white shirt was crisp, and he looked like he hadn't just spent the night kidnapping people. He was carrying a metal tray with some bottles and bandages. He set the tray down on a small table and looked at me. He didn't look angry. He looked like he was winning. "You look terrible, Andreas," Tobi said. He pulled a chair over and sat down, crossing his legs.

Leo melted into her, his limbs loosening, hiccups fading into soft coos. She smiled without realizing it. “Hey, little man,” she whispered. “You’re supposed to be napping.” She kissed his head. He responded by kicking his feet, tears forgotten, fingers curling into her shirt. That was when she felt it. The weight of another presence. Toby. He sat in the corner, his small body folded inward, arms wrapped tight around a teddy bear. His shoulders sadly hunched for a four year old, chin pressed down. He hadn’t moved around much since she arrived.

She stirred her drink with a silver spoon, releasing fragrant herbs that filled the room with an intoxicating aroma, before she took a sip. Tobin and Ataz looked far more relaxed than I had ever seen them. Tobin, with his dark inky hair, was wearing nothing but some black shorts, his sculpted bare chest glistening in the sun for all to see. I saw a mix of tattoos around his skin. Similar to Cal’s, but they didn’t move the ways his did. These drew you in like a fire, seductive and deadly. He ran a hand casually through his hair, leaning against the marble counter as he eyed Odette.

He does not look as well built as Dayo, but will still pass for a good looking guy any day. While Ike on the other hand, is suffering severe obesity and he is on punk hair cut . He is just as tall as he is fat. As they are duscussing, the lady who has been in the room with Derick and Tobi, barges out of the room, practically running.

" You are the lucky one my friend. Sienna Morena is as sweet as Ellie. I met her at a party with Hugo and she was the most chilled person in the room ... Is your brother Pollo or something? " " Yes Apollo . " " Oh off the record . " " What do you have some sort of dirt on my brother ? " "Only if you tell me what I need to know it's only fair ." " Fine . " Toby had brown eyes and brown hair he looked like a model. " Your brother slept with Sienna. I walked in on them thinking Hugo was with them . " We stopped for a while to stretch and he looked at me shocked . " Those two tolerate each other , they'd never. No way ."

All that mattered was— “I am serious, guys. We have more pressing issues than you devouring each other.” I hated that voice. I hated that person. Whoever was interrupting my way to heaven, I hated them. “If you guys do not stop, I will call the paparazzi.” Lily immediately pulled back, and I almost cried. I turned to glare at Toby, who was sitting on my chair, swinging from side to side. People usually thought Toby was nice and quiet, but only I knew who he really was. He was a bloodsucking demon who had no respect for me.

It’s not as if I can stick my hand down my pants and rearrange myself. Fuck when did my Tatey-Baby become such a goddess? And, when did I start having sexual fantasies about her? Wrong. So damn wrong! “I might drop in and see her during lunch.” Tobias says, his face blushing which is kinda cute, it clashes with his copper hair. I wish Tammy would give him a chance because Tobias is one of life’s really nice guys. He’s polite, considerate, has a heart of gold, a wicked sense of humor and is just an all-round great guy. She could do worse.

He peered at his camera view finder, taking countless shots at once in full concentration while she did the shoot for STAR ENTERTAINER fashion week cover magazine. Something about the photography guy oddly reminded her of Toby. And no. It was not because of his curly hair and his looks. Infact, compared to toby, he was fairer, chubby, had longer curls, glassy pupils and a shorter in height compared to Toby's iconic tall frame.

After a moment, a black dot appeared, and quickly grew bigger as the winged man descended, until he landed with a hollow thud and a whip of air beside her. “You summoned me, Emissary?” He scanned around them, looking for danger. Beads of moisture clung to his hair and clothing and sparkled in the sun, before sinking into the fabric as it heated, and his lips were faintly blue. It had been cold and wet so high up. “Is there an issue?” “Inside,” Aislen explained. “Toby is complaining of feeling different. His sight and scent of smell is sharper, and he’s physically stronger, though he’s still recovering from a pretty serious injury, so…”

I could feel the heat radiating off him. "He's drunk," I said. "He won't be up until noon." I turned to Toby. The dim light caught the sheen of sweat on his neck. He looked debauched. His lips were swollen, his eyes were heavy-lidded, and he moved with a slight waddle that betrayed the thorough fucking he’d just taken in the truck. "Take the shirt off," I said. Toby didn't question me. He unbuttoned the sheer black shirt and let it slide down his arms. He dropped it on the floor. He stood there in the living room, half-naked, wearing only the tight leather pants and boots.