met-a-noia

Chapter 29

Tarian's POV:

I hopped onto my motorbike that I hid by a bush, around the corner of her apartment complex and groaned a bit at the knots that formed in my lower abdomen, my member uncomfortably pressing against the fabric of my jeans. Damn you Ronaldo, but I have a feeling that I also owe him. I have to admit.. I was nervous.. and its odd because im never nervous to have sex with woman. Maybe its just because its Amira... God.. she really is killing me.

I kicked the kickstand off the ground after putting the keys in the ignition, letting the engine roar and started towards the Palace. I hope they havent been waiting to long. Perhaps I can have them meet Amira and give me their opinions. Cyrus would LOVE her, so would Alya but her and Cyrus would be all over each other. I heard my phone ringing and huffed, turning a sharp right as I switched lanes, the incessant ringing of my phone driving me mad each growing second.

I felt the tension from my crotch subside as the minutes flew by, sighing gratefully. Last thing I need is my baby brother and sister seeing me all hot and bothered for a woman.. that frankly has got me wrapped around her damn finger.. as much as I hate to say it. I turned into the backroads that led to the private garage that I had bought behind my Uncle's back.

I stopped in front of the garage door, leaning over and pressed my thumb to the key pad, hearing a small beep before the garage opened revealing my cars and motorcycles: a gorgeous 1975 Corvette Stingray in cherry red, 1965 Dodge Challenger in matte black, 2020 McClaren 720, 1997 Harley Davidson Sportster, and my 2019 Honda Valkyrie Rune, settled inside the dark garage.

I slowly waddle inside, kicking the kickstand to the ground and hopped off the bike, going over to the lock and placed my thumb on it again, pressing twice watching as the door closed behind me. With a sigh, I looked down at the time on my watch: 9:46pm. I sighed in relief and quickly headed off towards the palace when I saw a figure walking towards me. I narrowed my eyes at the figure before seeing ginger-red hair neatly combed back, making me gasp and exclaim, "Cy?!".

The figure stopped walking before running towards me, soon enough I knew my eyes weren't deceiving me and before I knew it, my baby brother was in my arms, giggling like a little boy. I chuckled, feeling inexplicable happiness coursing through my veins as we hugged tightly. Its been what? Four years from when I last saw him, four years ago at my coronation before he left to study abroad.

I pulled back from him and my eyes widened realizing he was almost taller than me, "My God! How you've grown Cy". Cyrus smiles and says, "I should be telling you that, you're bloody glowing you cheeky cheeky bastard". I rolled my eyes, laughing a bit and wrapped my arm around my baby brother and said, "So, fill me in Cyrus"

"Oh I will, but first fill me in on the article Tari Tari", Cyrus teased poking my sides making me scowl and flick his nose. I smirked at him and said, "Oh my dear beloved baby brother, that.. is a topic for another conversation. Plus, I would rather not talk about that right now especially if Uncle's here". Cyrus looked at me sadly before saying, "You wont have to worry, Uncle's away on one of his "royal" tours. But in reality hes in Ireland getting pissed off his ass". I chuckled and elbowed him in the side, "Oi! Language kid!"

"Im 15 jackass!"

"Righhht righht"

"Whatever, I hate you", Cyrus pouted pulling away from me. I chuckled and stepped over to him, ruffling his hair up as I grinded my knuckled against his scalp.

"Ow! Ow! That hurts fuckwad", Cyrus cried out as he tried to get out of my grasp. I cackled evilly and started running from him yelling, "Last one there is a bloody rotten egg!". I smiled to myself when I heard him shout behind me, "Oh you better leg it, you swarmy bastard!".