𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | [𝟏𝟖+]

𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛.

"Where's dad? He never misses Sunday breakfast," Greyson asks with his mouth full. We're all sitting at the table, eating breakfast and catching up on the night before.

"In Italy with Leonardo's dad, Giovanni, planning the wedding," Stephen says.

Lie.

He's dead.

Like probably 6ft under right now.

"Why Italy?" Markus asks.

"They're Italian and we're half Italian. It just makes sense," I blankly say and they nod.

"Are you getting married soon?" Greyson asks.

Fuck, how many more questions are they gonna ask.

"Not sure."

"A month or so."

Stephen and I say at the same time. I turn my head to look at him with widened eyes.

No way in hell am I getting married within the next month.

"No, I'm not getting married that soon," I look towards my full plate, then turning towards Markus and asking him if he wants my food. He gladly takes it, of course, and I stand up out of my chair and walk towards the stairs. Before I can even make it to the stairs, I bump into someone, making me stumble backwards and damn near falling on my ass.

"Watch where you're going asshole," I coldly say, immediately regretting my words and sighing. I look up to apologize but guess who the fuck it is.

Leo.

Now I suddenly don't feel so bad.

"How did you get into my fucking house?" I ask.

"The guard let me in, James I think."

"Of fucking course," I mumble and roll my eyes.

I fucking hate James. After we hooked up, he automatically assumed I was going to be his girlfriend, which was pretty idiotic of him to assume. Ever since he's been a complete dick. Of course he's not putting my life in danger or anything, but he definitely is stubborn as fuck.

I take a good look at him. He's wearing a suit, like always, but his hair is a little messier today than usual.

He either just fucked somebody or didn't feel like putting gel in his hair.