Kidnapped

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN PART I

-ARES SEIDON >

"The last thing I want to do is party right now. I'd rather stay in here." Alex says on his bed, laying on his back, limbs spread out as he keeps his gaze on the ceiling. "You sure? You might meet someone who could keep you company tonight."

A part of me couldn't care less if he stayed with me or came to the party. But another small part of me doesn't want him to rot up here while I'm having a good time. "I don't want anyone." He groans. "I've had enough of women,"

My eyebrow shoots up. "You're gay? Are you coming out to me right now?"

"God, you're a pain." He covers his face with both hands. I lean against the doorframe, head tilted. "Listen, I'll support you no matter what. I don't have anything against-"

He grunts and chucks a pillow at my face, which I catch with unease, smirking as he stands. "I'll come with you. Just shut the fuck up." He stretches, sighs, and heads for the bathroom.

"I'll wait for you out here, bro," I say, throwing the pillow back on the bed.

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We made it down to the party, where an enormous ballroom was filled with colorful fabrics, swaying about on the dancefloor or conversing in little groups spread out throughout the place. When a server passes by with a tray of champagne, my brother doesn't waste time snatching two glasses and handing me one.

"I can't believe I'm down here, partying. I want to go back to my room." He says, eyes scanning the crowd in a disinterested way. Something sparks in my chest when I feel recognition of his stance. "I never realized how much you look like me."

His eyes lazily find mine. "What are you talking about?" He asks as we both walk towards the bar. "Everything about you right now is reminding me of myself when I was your age." I give him a quick hug, patting his back.

He lets me. "Stop acting like my dad. You're just four years older than me."

"I love you, man,"

He sucks his teeth and shoves me away, leaving me grinning. "You sure you're not the one that wants to come out?"

I squeeze his shoulder. "If anything, it's my love for you that's coming out."

Alex cringes. "Ares, we've barely been here for 10 minutes, and you're already drunk out of you're mind." I give him a pointed look, tempted to smack him behind his head. "I'm not a lightweight, dumbass. I just maybe realized how much of a disappointing big brother I was."

The crease between his eyebrows relaxes. "This is not the time for this. We'll talk. . ." His eyes drift past my shoulders, his jaw slightly going slack, and the dullness in his eyes lighting up for the first time since he arrived. "Later."

"Russian vodka," I order, without following the source of his speechlessness. "What do you want? Juice?" I ask, getting irritated with his unchanging expression. It's like he's a crush-having schoolboy all over again.

With an eye roll, I bring my glass to my lips simultaneously turning around towards the fuss that people are whispering and glancing about at the entrance of the ballroom. Two figures entered. One in a short white dress and the other in a midnight blue dress with glitter all over it. I'm about to glance away and order a fruit drink for this schoolboy when I make eye contact with one of the two women.

As soon as I do, I almost drop my glass. My eyes slightly widened.

One eye bright green and the other a brown hazel. Our distance is considerably far, but the black eyeliner around her eyes resembles a cat, making her eyes more noticeable from a distance.