𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙

7: 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝗽𝘀

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vince

She has a boyfriend?

No she fucking doesn't.

The three of us share a look that could only be given because we've known each other all of twenty years; it conveying what we're all thinking:

We'll just wait a little longer to get her. Work twice as hard.

Because we get what we want eventually, no matter the circumstance. We make it happen.

I don't have to ask Soren or Slade to know that they want her.

Moving back to the stove, I plate up the noodles and vegetables made for Clara, needing to distract myself for a second from her cute face and perfect body before I do something she might regret. I've seen the way she looks at us. The little Kitten isn't as subtle as she thinks, but fuck it if it isn't the biggest confidence boost.

I glance back at my best friends, only to see them admiring Clara whilst she presses some buttons on her phone, no doubt updating someone else on her arrival. She quickly presses the lock button after a few moments, most likely thinking she's being rude. Clara has nothing to worry about, if it were any normal night, Slade and Soren would be on their laptops whilst I cook, reading out pieces of code to depict.

"Oh, that's great, Princess," Soren speaks, almost sounding genuine apart from the agitated tap of his foot against the floor. A habit for when his emotions are heightened.

My hands place the meal in front of Clara where she was originally before the phone panic. As I stand behind her small body, feeling the little heat she provides wash over me as our clothes barely skim each other, I want to bring her to my chest. Hold her. But not only is it too soon, but now she has a boyfriend? As much as we want the little kitten, the guys and I aren't complete dicks.

"Thank you, Vince," She chirps and takes the cutlery from my hands. I had already cut the food up a little, which doesn't seem to pass Clara's notice. She hums a sound of delight and acceptance with that beautiful, blinding smile gracing her face.

Her eyes then return back up to Soren whilst we wait in anticipation of her next words. Clara doesn't let up easy, unintentionally torturing us with her wait. The only girl in the penthouse then speaks up - suddenly sounding exasperated. "Well, I did have a boyfriend." She takes a bite of broccoli. "Up until a month ago. I keep on forgetting that I don't anymore."

The tension in the room dissipates.

Thank fuck for that.

"You had us worried for a second there, pretty girl." Slade speaks up and I want to throttle him over the head. Though he's not wrong. Not wrong at all.

"Why?"

Something about you is just special.

Slade leans over the narrow marble island, inches away from Clara's innocent face. "We don't want to have to fight off any jealous little boys who come knocking on our doorstep, hm?" I smirk, watching Kitten's tanned face heat up with a rosy red that travels all the way down to her slim neck.

I could kiss Slade on the dick just for getting that reaction out of her.

"Forrest wouldn't do that." She whispers after shyly looking down from Slade's intense stare.