It's almost a week since Aerith went MIA on Seven. The billionaire is like a walking time bomb and his employees are suffering because of his sour mood.
"Hey, Sev~" his friend Tristan came into his office with Marko.
"What's that?" he asked seeing the envelope that Tristan is waving.
"Your ticket to see your baby boy," Tristan answered.
He frowned and took the envelope. It's an invitation for Mr. V's birthday.
"They said that Mr. V is with Aerith, right? So, I firmly believe that he will be there," Tristan wiggled his eyebrows.
"Another three fuckind days," he mumbled.
"You've been waiting for 2 weeks now, 3 days are nothing to you now," Marko said earning a glare from him.
"And if he's not there?" Seven asked raising his left brow.
"Then, you better find someone else," Marko said.
"Not gonna happen," he answered.
Marko and Tristan scoffed at him.
"Knew you'd say that. Anyway, we already RSVP'd you. So, all you need to do is buy a new suit, and look dashing that day," Tristan said.
Seven rolled his eyes and told them to leave his office.
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The day arrived and Aerith is in his room looking out the window. He's observing the people that are arriving at their mansion. Mr. V only invited chosen guests. Aside from his late wife's family, he only invited his business associates. The only outsider is Seven Bane. Well, he invited him for his sole heir's sake.
"Hey, are you okay?"
Aerith shifted and faced the owner of the voice. It was Kylo.
He nodded, "Yeah. Where are the others?" he asked.
"Well, assisting the guests. Your father is with your grandpa and uncle in his study room," Kylo answered.
"I see. What about Sandro?" he asked for his cousin.
"Here, baby cous!" Sandro entered his room.
"We are just months apart, Sands," Aerith replied.
"Oho, now we can like this in public because you're going public," Sandro said.
Aerith smiled at him, "I can smack you now, then?" he teased.
"Hahaha! Does your lover boy know this side of yours?" he teased back.
Aerith's face heated, "He's not my lover," he mumbled.
"Not yet," Sandro and Kylo said in unison.
He pouted making him look cuter. After a moment, they heard a knock. It was Mr. Joe.
"Young master, it's time," Mr. Joe said.
Aerith grimaced, "Mr. Joe~ I told you to just call me like before,"
Mr. Joe chuckled, "Forgive me, but I've been waiting for this moment to call you rightfully,"
"You speak like you were talking to royalty," Sandro commented.
But Mr. Joe only gave him a "Really?" look.
"Oh, right, our families are like one," Sandro shrugged.
"But we're not though," Aerith said.
"Alright, alright, royalty or not, you belong to a very very wealthy family. But now, you two need to go down because it's party time!" Kylo said.
