𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 - 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐊𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐙

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

Ivy POV:

While everyone was getting to know my sister, Tom took me aside in the kitchen.

"I think your sister's making an impression on Bill..." he finally said.

I smiled and caressed the cheek of the handsome man in front of me. He seemed excited that his brother had finally found a girl with whom he could have a healthy relationship. Honestly, I admired Tom and Bill's relationship.

"I think so too... I didn't know my sister was Bill's type tho..." I replied.

He laughed and looked me in the eye, taking my hand which was already on his cheek.

"You make me nervous every time you touch me, you know that?" he said, blushing.

I hit him gently and we laughed.

I think I'm finally ready to tell him about my family, we've reached a point in our relationship where I trust him and need to share what I've been through with Tom.

But not now, I'll tell him a little later, I have to try and get Bill and my sister together first.

I kissed him quickly on the mouth before taking his hand to guide him to the living room so we could share the attention everyone was paying to my sister.

Everyone was around her and absolutely absorbed by her words. This was one of her assets: when she spoke, everyone listened.

"I'm having trouble seeing the resemblance between the two of you." said Georg looking at both me and Chloe.

"They're kind of like Tom and Bill, actually." Christina replied.

The twins looked at each other before turning to us with a confused face.

"Am I supposed to be Bill?" I asked.

Bill moved closer to me and put his arm around my shoulders.

"I always knew we had more in common." Bill said with a malicious smile that made Chloe frown a little.

was my sister jealous?

Tom clenched his jaw and glared at Bill's arm. How childish he could be.

"Take your hand off her or I'll bite you." Tom said, still by my side.

"Try me, bitch." Bill replied.

Everyone laughed except the two involved.

We chatted like this for another hour before Bill finally announced that they had to leave.

"Well, we stopped by to see if everything was okay, and obviously it is, so we're going to go because we have an interview this afternoon." Bill said.

"But they can come, right?" Tom said, begging his brother.

"Only if they want to..." Bill replied.

"Can I come too?" Chloe said, moving closer to Bill and putting a hand on his shoulder.

Bill turned red and began to stammer something incomprehensible, which earned me a look of confusion from my sister.

"I believe that means yes." Georg said, trying to save his mate.

time skip

We finally arrived at the place where the interview was to take place. I could feel that Tom was slightly nervous, so I tightened the grip I already had on his hand. He looked at me with a small smile and kissed me on the cheek as we made our way to the dressing rooms.

They all prepared in their own way, and we helped them as best we could with the girls.

I had finished my work with Tom, so I sat on his lap waiting for the others to finish.

While Tom chatted with Gustav, I turned my gaze to Bill and my sister. She was helping him with his makeup, which I found very cute. My sister knew how to do makeup very well, so I trusted her to do it.

Someone knocked on the door to tell us that the boys had to go outside to join the set. As for us, a woman took us into a room where we could watch the interview via cameras, which suited us quite well as we saw the big sofa and the snacks laid out for us.

Tom POV:

We settled down quietly on the set and the interview began. I wondered where they'd taken the girls.

The questions were banal at first and Bill was happy to answer. Then the interviewer turned to me.

"Tom, who's your favorite band?" she asked.

I smiled at the question. I looked straight into the camera and looked confident.

"I'd say the band Ecstasy, they're not very well known at the moment but I hope people will realize how talented they are."

The interviewer was satisfied with my answer, as if it was the one she'd been waiting for.

"Wouldn't that be your girlfriend's band?" she continued with a satisfied smile.

"Indeed it is." I say, less and less sure of myself. I could feel that something was going on and that it must be bad.

"I need your opinion on a specific photo." the interviewer continued.

I felt it was a trap.

Suddenly, on a large screen, the production team displayed a photo of Ivy in her bra, changing her shirt.

I glared at the interviewer, to which she replied with an evil smile.

That bitch had it all figured out.

Bill put a hand on my shoulder, as if he sensed I was about to lose my temper. I huffed and tried to regain my composure.

"What do you think of this beautiful photo of your girlfriend?" the interviewer continued.

I clenched my fists and my jaw. I was clearly going to hit her.

"I think she's incredibly beautiful, too bad everyone else gets to see what I see every night." I replied with a smirk.