The Enchanted Ones

Hideous

Winslow

"No Winslow, you're going to get hit if you block like that." He says while trying to punch me. I grab his clenched fist and push it to his chest, using my other hand to hit him. Well honey, I've known self-defense my whole life.

"Wow, that's impressive." He blocks my punch but still claps at me, "Go shower it's dinner time. Dad told me we have guests so wear something formal." We exit the practice room and walk to the elevator.

It's been like a week since he's been teaching me how to use a gun and today he showed me how to get it back if someone manages to grab it from me. I'm getting better and better. I wonder why dad never taught me.

"What guests?" The elevator dings and we get out.

"Some people he met at the event. It'd be great if he made friends he says. So childish, I know."

"What about Jasper?"

"They fucked up, I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't have anybody right now." He shrugs and quietly mumbles something but I catch it, "I wonder how mom will react when she finds out."

***

After I shower, air dry my hair and do my make up, I sit on my bed deciding what to do with my hair. I don't want to wear it down because it's kind of windy so I part it and gel it back in a ponytail.

I put on a silk sage green dress that stresses out my waist and chest (which I know drives him insane) and smile at myself in the mirror.

Hell I look hot.

I put on my silver heels and moonstone necklace when I hear banging on my door.

"What the hell is taking you so long?" His voice yells from outside and I roll my eyes, putting on my silver earrings tand reapplying my lip gloss.

"Winslow come on, the guests are he-" he doesn't get to finish his sentence when I open the door in his face. He takes a step back and drinks me in. His eyes lock with mine and I grin when he glances down to my chest.

"I'm here, jeez." I tease.

He clears his throat and looks away, licking his lips and turns back to me, "What is that?"

"A dress?" I close my door after applying some perfume and head for the elevator.

"Have you worn it before?" He follows me.

"No. Do you like it?" I look at him innocently. His eyebrows lift up and he chuckles.

"No, you look hideous."

I chuckle and check him out. God, he looks so good in all black. Why the heck can I still see his abs from under his shirt? Why is he so damn attractive? I'm fucked. He's hot. But I don't want him.

No no no, no way.

That'd be a nightmare.

And something I'm not allowed to feel.

We head outside for dinner. As I'm walking to the table, I slip, almost falling in the pool but I feel a strong hand around my waist, holding me back. I pull back and smile, expecting Everett but my smile drops when it's another man. And he's good looking. Oh God he's awfully handsome. We lock eyes and he smiles at me, "If I knew such a pretty lady would be here, I wouldn't have fought with my parents about me not wanting to come." He doesn't move his hand from my waist and I just smile at him. I don't know what to say so I just try to escape his grip. Turning around, I lock gazes with Everett on the corner of the table. He's leaning on it with hands crossed, jaw clenched, looking at me with a look I can't tell. Is he jealous?