Wanted: Husband (ManxMan)

Chapter Three

"Levy, come here for a moment." Mum called from the downstairs. Even though my door was closed, I could still hear her voice. I put on my tee shirt and fix my hair before exiting my room and walking slowly to the stairs. Taking a slow steps down the stairs, I can hear my mum talking to another woman. "He'll be right here. Oh, as I was telling you, Lucas can stay here. We have spare rooms upstairs..."

Who's Lucas? I stop for a moment and just listen to their conversation until a figure walk passed by down the stairs. He looks up on me and my face heat up as I laid my eyes on the most hypnotising blue eyes I've ever seen in my life. His lips formed a curve that made my body froze and made my knees go weak.

Before I fall down on the stairs, my mum called me again making me almost slip. "Levy! You're taking too long."

"I-I'm c-coming." I stuttered still looking down to the boy but I frowned when I saw nothing. He's gone. I composed myself before stepping down the stairs slowly as I hear my mum's voice again with another feminine voice echoing the living room. I stop my pace when I reach the bottom of the stairs when I locked my eyes again with the blue eyed stranger.

"Oh you're here Lev. It took you so long to get down here?" I blink and pull away my gaze from him to mum who's smiling to me. I trailed my gaze from her to another woman sitting next to her, smiling, too. I want to stop from scanning the room but my eyes remotely darted to him. "Come here, Lev." I obeyed my mother when she patted the spot next to her. I bowed my head making my way to her then took a sit after. "Remember your Aunt Lizzie?"

"Yes." I whispered.

"Hello Levy. I'm glad you still remember me. You were such a small boy and the cutest one before. And look at you now, you're so gorgeous." Aunt Lizzie praised. I felt my cheeks heated up.

"T-thanks... Aunt Lizzie."

"Oh by the way, this is my son, Lucas." Lucas. What an attractive name. My head said. I look up at him and he already has his beautiful smile. Oh God, help me!

"Hi, I'm Lucas." His young masculine voice sounds perfect to my ear. I just stare at him without even blinking. My knees are like weakening, like I'm loosing my bones. They're like jellies. "Alright?" He snaps his fingers in front of my face making me blush instantly.

This is so embarrassing. I invisibly slap my face. And in front of our mothers, too. I'm such a coward! I cried desperately inside my head. "Alright..." I said flatly, looking away from him. "I'm Levy." I added.

My mum clasped her both hands. "So, Levy, the reason why they're here is because your Aunt Lizzie and her bastard of husband got divorced last week."

"Yes, Levy," Aunt Lizzie nodded without any expressions to be read on her face. "And I asked your mother if Lucas can stay here for a short time while I'm sorting out a new house for the both of us." She added smiling at me.

"I'm okay with it since Lucas is one of my godsons out of million godsons I have." Mum rolled her eyes before she chuckled. "I just want you to know and asked for your permission, too, Lev, since this is your house, your one of a coward father gave you. Rest in peace you bastard." She said the last sentence with bitterness on her voice.

My father was really a bastard, I agree on that, but not on me. He's a good father to me though. But mum and him were always fighting or arguing over small things making them bigger and that lead them to divorced, too. Unfortunately, as my mum prayed almost everyday that my dad get some disease or crashed his car over the railings of the road, bump into tree and just died, he got hit one night by a mad truck driver as he was crossing the road from a pub, probably drunk, and died on the spot.

I never thought my mum's prayers been heard even if she's praying bad things to happen. Scary.

My dad's will read to us after his funeral, cheap funeral since my mum organised it, and this house was named after me, his savings on his three bank accounts, and a restaurant not giving any to my mum making her despised him over his dead body. The half of his money were divided to my older siblings.

At the moment, my older siblings are out of the country. The twins, Lassie and Leslie, are in Italy studying culinary arts while Lauret, my older brother, is still supervising his own company he established in California, a clothing company. My brother is gay, too, because he and his boyfriend got engaged last summer in Hawaii when we had our holidays there.

"It's alright... If he wants to." I trailed off, not knowing how tensed I am in front of the three of them.

"You are so kind and clever, Levy." Aunt Lizzie approached me with a warm hug and responded her, too, with a small pat on her back still looking to Lucas.

There's something inside of me that wanting to know him better, I can't point it out but it is there. I just need some time to figure it out. I hope this something inside of me wouldn't cause me into something I don't want to feel or think of.

After the woman pulled away, they continued to fuss about Lucas's staying and what so not really interesting topic that made me excused myself and went to the kitchen to help Mrs. Gibbs on cooking and preparing the table for the guests.

"Can I start boiling the potatoes, Mrs. Gibbs?" I ask while washing my hands on the sink.

"Of course, Lev. I washed them all and set the fire on."

"Okay." I open the lid before putting slowly the potatoes on the boiling water when I felt a warm breathe on the back of my head.

And there is it, the something I want to know. Shivers. I want to turn around but I, somehow, was stunned and can't move.

"Can't wait to taste you." He whispered.

Believe me, the choice of words he used didn't get along with my nerves.

I pushed him, purposely, backwards with a slight of force and faced him with a hard gaze. "What do you mean about that?"

"Mean what?" He shrug making me huff in annoyance.

"Really? You just said 'Can't wait to taste you', pervert!"

"Whoa!" He raised his both hands in mid air before adding, "You've got a dirty mind, have you? I was talking about the potatoes."

I felt a sudden burst of anger within me. I haven't met in my entire whole life a bastard like this boy in front me. Sure my dad was but he wasn't counted, he was counted to my mum. "Well if you just said it clearly and made your words properly then I shouldn't thought of it the other way and made myself a fool."

His facial expression changes into a guilty one but hid it quickly with his annoying aura. Yes, I swear he is annoying, a gorgeous bastard in that way, too. I locked my eyes with him and raised my brow, challenging him.

I may be look like an angel and act like one but crack my shell and the devil sleeping inside of me will be awaken.

He crossed his arms to his chest and smirked at me without breaking our eye contact. "Levy... Levy... I'm impressed." Now my turn to get curious.

What is he talking about? Impressed on what?

He seemed he read my mind because he didn't let me blurt any words from my mouth but he continues on talking. "You really are smart, well, even before, though, until now. Always the cutest one," I blushed. "But I've never expected you to be this now."

"Could you just say it then leave me alone? I shouldn't be asking you to do it but you're annoying and so... bold that I can't stand it."

"Alright." He stepped closer to me and I was rooted on my spot, inhaling his scent while he leaned closer to my ear then added, "I always adored you even before, secretly." He said the last word in a whisper. I shivered.

Before I can say a word, Lucas' back was on me and exiting the room leaving me confused at all.

Like at all...

Who are you Lucas?