My Fiction Fix #01

Writing Idea #52: Supernatural

CHAPTER 1

In the early hours of a cold morning, I felt the movement of Owen Williams slide out of my bed, naked as he grabs his suit, or rather the parts of it haphazardly thrown around the room, we were particularly aggressive last night after he made it clear frustrated sex was needed in the mere seconds it took us both to realise this could happen. And it started two years ago. I watch the sunrise, my head still on my pillow as he moves back to the bed, probably thinking I'm still asleep and sighs behind me, one finger trails down the midline of my back. He presses a kiss to my hairline before leaving without a single word or look back.

I took a long, luxurious bath before even making it down to breakfast at the prestigious University of London, students around the world thought this kind of society was part of the one-precent of the one-percent. Hidden and bathing in money, "Evangeline, I was wondering when you'd join us." Lillian, Owen's twin sister smiles at me gracefully. She was a sunshine to my thunderstorms, or so Xavier Coulson says, sitting at the head of our table, his silver eyes holding my deep green ones. People thought he was icy, then they met me. Mason Sinclair sits in his suit, smirking at his admirers.

Xavier studies me, "I need you to do something for me, as my fiancée after all." He says to me.

I stare at him blankly, "Name it."

"Help my mother with my birthday party." He orders me, I watch Owen side glare him as I glimpse at Lillian who rests a hand against his his in support, as if that could calm her brother down. I trail my eyes back to Xavier, I nod once at his commands. He nods once, thanking me.

"When is Cassius returning?" Owen interrupts, his voice stiff while his closest friend and the only male in this group who will challenge Xavier had been travelling for business, speak of the devil and he appears. His brooding form moves into the room with guards that straighten, midnight hair and sharp blue eyes that makes Xavier straighten next to me.

Owen stands, grinning as he greets Cassius, who side glances me before whispering something in Owen's ear. I frown, watching Owen stare at him, eyes intensely asking a question of confirmation of some kind. I watch Cassius nod strictly. Mason leans back and stares at Cassius, "You better have brought back souvenirs." He smirks and steps up, embracing Cassius while I watch Xavier considering his eyes were on me.

He places something in my hand, a note. I hated his notes.

Meet me downstairs. Now.

I greeted Cassius while Xavier feigns a business call and leaves in a strutting manner. I was about to move down the steps, taking a different route when Cassius steps in my way, "Where's my hug?" He asks me. I smile and embrace him, feeling my limbs just relax.

"I'm happy you've returned, old friend." I whisper sincerely.

He rubs my back gently, "How have you been?" He asks me, pulling back to search my eyes.

I cup his cheek, a genuine smile on my lips, "Working, this time would you stay home for longer. It strains the group every time you're required on the other side of the world expanding your company the way you do. Some things can be done on our devices, Cassius." I tell him, moving back into him and embracing him again. Closing my eyes. He stills but presses a hand against the back of my neck.

"I won't be going for as long any time soon. I promise." The sincerity in his voice is strong.

I nod against him, pulling away, "I'll be back soon." I tell him, stepping away and moving stiffly towards the exit. When I find Xavier standing with a lean next to his famous art collection, a pool table in front of him, the elite's personal lounge with no windows, no one to see.