“You've got to be kidding me, man. How in hell is that even
possible?” Aiden gushed, surprise ghosting across his features as he burn Michael with his gaze. A tinge of
smile appeared on his lips as he watch Michael lift his glass to down a good
amount of his tequila.
He looked at Aiden’s
surprised feature over the rim of
his glass. Michael had planned to surprise the twins with this news until he comes
back. He wanted to see the look of shock etched on their features and it worked.
Aiden couldn't believe his ears now. No, c'mon Michael’s got
to be pulling his legs. He doesn’t mean
this. Aiden convinced himself
especially when Michael’s cheek spreads in a grin.
He wanted to blurt something
but his thrumming phone made him halt, holding Michael’s gaze, Aiden lowered his hand into his pocket to brought out the phone. Alex’s name hovered
over the screen.
Sliding his finger over the receiver tab, Aiden shoved the phone to his ear. His
movements are regal. There’s a way he carries
himself you'd agree that Aiden is truly a god. His ebony hair highlights his sharp jaw and his olive skin is
glistening under the fluorescent lights
in the restaurant.
The sex gods are identical
in so many ways. Same height, same hulky chest and biceps. Muscled
pectorals and olive skin. Same light brown eyes, sculpted lips and tapered
waist. The only difference is their hair
color.
Alex has a blond hair whereas Aiden boasts of ebony hair.
Thankfully that happen to be the only
thing people can differentiate them with. Aiden takes after their mother
whereas Alex takes after their unknown
father.
“What’s up, bro? Got to your destination yet?” Aiden husky voice chirpped into the
phone.
He grinned when Alex responds rather exhausted. “Damn, never
knew she’d wear you out already.” He quipped
earning a snarl from Alex.
Seriously, you can’t
tell Aiden that Alex will traveled across the country to meet a woman without having to taste her. Even if she doesn’t hold his interest, the lady sure as hell would
want the popular sex god to fuck her.
“I get it. I get it.” Aiden gushed to stop Alex from fuming.
He might even be getting a good head now
and is trying to pretend. If there’s
someone who knows his brother well, it’s
him. Alex is getting a head as he spoke. “Just get as much
information from her as you can.” Aiden told
his brother who rewarded him with a low hum and ended the call.
“That dude is never gonna change.” He muttered under his
breath and Michael gave a short laugh.
“And you too, bro. What’s
the difference between you and
Alex?” Michael teased.
Laughing, Aiden blurted. “My hair maybe.” He shrugged and
circle his fingers around his own glass of alcohol which he downs with elegance.
Of course, he knows there’s
no difference between him and his twin. They both have high libido
and the same taste for women.
“C'mon dude. Just tell me you’re kidding.” Aiden continued from where they
left out in their conversation and Michael gave him the look.
“Told you already. I’m getting married in a few months. My fiancee’s name is Alina and she’s from Eastern Europe. We did the same masters
program together.” Michael spilled the
words he had said for about five times again but it never seems to sink
into Aiden’s head.
Reclining back in the
leather seat, Aiden weighed Michael. They
literally wanted to go to a club but
Michael offered to head to a restaurant
because he's hungry.
When they arrived about fifty five minutes ago, they ate their first course and just a
few minutes ago they finished another order, chicken wings, grilled cheese and
French fries paired with a chilled apple juice.
In other to keep the conversation going,
Aiden offered they down some drinks before leaving. It’s during this period that Michael broke the
shocking news to Aiden.
The sex gods don’t
believe in love for starters and
so was Michael which was why hearing the word love from his mouth is making
Aiden confused.
To think the wedding is just in two months.
“Do you actually love her?” Aiden probed and Michael nodded.
“Of course, I do.” He
responded.
Curling his upper lip up, Aiden shook his head as if the
words are sinking in. “Wow, man. I never pegged you as such type.
Congratulations anyways.” Aiden finally said, stretching his arm across the
table he shook hands with Michael.
“And also, I’ve opened a consulting firm. Just at the outskirts
of the city. Alina and I would run the business. So she'll moving in with me
when she returns from Ireland next
week.” Michael announced.
“That’s…uh…impressive…you've already planned yourself.”
Aiden cocked his head.
“Hi, please do you have hamburgers?” A distant voice washed over
the quiet dining hall as Aiden and
Michael swarm in a moment of silence.
“How much, please?”
The soft female voice spread across again. Though the girl in question
is trying to lower her voice, it still managed to filter across the room.
“Thirty bucks.” Came the waiters voice. The girl sighed,
saddened.
Aiden mindlessly pulled out his phone to go through a
message that just vibrated in his pocket.
The message is from
Lisa and she requested to spend the night in Aiden’s place because
her friend’s launch party she had
attended will be dismissed late and considering
she’s around Aiden’s house, she'd prefer to spend the night over than
risk walking alone in the street.
Sin city is a bad as it’s
good. Robbers litter the streets looking for who to steal from and often
times molestation cases spread in the news. Aiden was still reading the message when Lisa’s
call came in just as he sprang up from his seat to walk to the
restroom and ease his full blabber.
Aiden gestured toward
the direction of the restroom for Michael to know where he's heading and
with the distraction of the phone call
and the force with which he rose from the seat, he crashed into someone.
The girl, Kate, who was just leaving the restaurant after learning that hamburgers costs thirty bucks, whereas she’s
with ten, flies down across the floor with a loud thud, the contents in
her bag scattered on the floor. She even crashed into a waiter with a tray of
food in his hand.
Kate cussed under her breath, dabbing her hand over her bicep where the
tray hit and her aching ass that landed on the floor with force.
“Hell, sorry miss.” Aiden, still on call, blurted without looking, and walks away. He’s damn pressed he can't waste another minute
here and as a result he pranced away, leaving Kate to handle the mess.
Kate’s eyes began to
water when she saw her the broken screen of her
phone. She wasn’t able to see the
man’s face before he ran off.
“Oh, no. No.” She hummed under her breath, picking up her
phone and peering at the cluster of cracks over the blank screen.
“Are you okay, miss?” She heard a man’s voice and when she looked up she met with a
pair of dark eyes. Michael stood up and made his way toward her and help her up.
“Were you hurt?” He asked but Kate shook her head. “Sorry, bud. How much is that?” Michael said
to the waiter who crouched to pick the pieces of food that fell from his tray.
Michael knew Aiden isn’t
aware of what he did which was why he hasn’t returned yet, so he took responsibility.
“It’s a hundred, sir.” The waiter said. Meanwhile, Kate’s
eyes are lowered over her phone, misting.
She ducked away from Michael in sorrow, aiming to leave the
restaurant. Michael instructed the
waiter to add the hundred to their bill and as he turned to face the girl, she
was already leaving.
“Miss, wait a sec.” He saw the broken phone. So he wanted to
do something about it.
Kate doesn’t stop
though, she just moves with her head lowered.
Catching up to her, he grabbed her wrist. “Hey, I’m sorry
about what my friend did.”
Chuckling bitterly, Kate blurted in anger. “Your friend is an ass. Tell him I said that.”
She began to walk away despite Michael trying to stop her.
“Wait, please. I can apologize!!” Michael roared but Kate already crossed the other
side of the road.
Walking back into the restaurant, Michael saw that Aiden already sat back down on the
table, holding something which he examined
with little care.
Looking at that Michael found out, it’s an identity
card.
“Looks like someone dropped this here?” Aiden said
mindlessly, twirling the card in the air.
Assuming it belonged to Kate, Michael
snatched it away from Aiden. Maybe it fell off when she landed on the
floor.
“What’s with the look,
man?” Aiden asked.
“This belongs to the girl you just crashed into. And you
must return it to her.” Michael stated firmly.