The Elite

Breakfast

-Nathaniel's POV-

My alarm went off at 7:30 and I stretched luxuriously in my large bed. I smiled up at the ceiling, looking forward to my day. First was breakfast with Jericka, then lunch with Tiffany, and finally dinner with Faith. It was going to be a great day.

My phone buzzed with a text and I opened it just as my sister walked in with a box. I sat up in bed.

"Aw," I said. "Jericka has realized I was cheating on her."

Polly rolled her eyes and dropped a box on the foot of my bed.

"This came for you in the mail," she snapped.

"She broke up with me, Polly," I pouted.

"As she should have. Now get dressed. We're having breakfast with Mom and Dad this morning."

I groaned but got out of bed. I stretched and cracked my neck a few times. I glanced at the box but got dressed before opening it. My house was three stories high and my bedroom took up the complete upper floor. After shaving and checking myself out in the mirror, I went into my closet and grabbed a pair of dark blue jeans and a white button up shirt.

Whistling, I walked over to the box. It didn't have a return address on it but that didn't surprise me. Fan mail and all that. I smirked as I opened it but it disappeared at once.

"What the fuck!? Polly!" I yelled, stomping down the stairs and to the lower floor. She smirked at me, standing by the table. I threw the box on the table. "Take it back!"

"It's too late," she said.

I glared. "I'm taking Tiffany to the dinner!"

"No you're not. You're taking Willow."

I pointed inside the box. "She's made it pretty clear she doesn't want to go!"

Polly leaned in and laughed loudly. Inside was a hot pink vibrator. On top of the invitation was a Post-It note with: Go fuck yourself. Xoxo Willow

"Classic Willow," she scoffed. "Come on. We'll be late for breakfast with her."

"You said we were eating with Mom and Dad," I grumbled, following her to my black and white Mercedes.

"If I told you we were meeting Willow you would have stayed in bed," she said, tossing her brown hair over her shoulder. "Now drive to Vink's."

"I hate that restaurant," I said.

As usual, she ignored me. I glared one more time before peeling out into the streets. I ignored her protests about my driving and looked at the clock. Four more hours and I'd be eating lunch with Tiffany. I just had to make it through this damn breakfast.

When we pulled up to the restaurant, Polly didn't even bother to wait for me. I snarled and slammed my door shut behind me. Vink's was an incredibly posh and obnoxious restaurant in the richer part of town. When we walked in, Polly looked around then beamed, waving her hand.

Over by a window sat the one woman I couldn't stand.

Willow Turner was good looking. She had long brown hair that was streaked with gold from being outside so often. Her skin was tan and her eyes the color of honey. Her upper body was toned since she did so much work at the ranch she ran with her father, Aaron.

"Did you like my gift?" Willow asked with a smirk as I sat down across from her.

"Only if you used it first," I said with a wink.

"Nah, I let my neighbor use it; she's got the biggest crush on you," she said casually, flipping through the menu.

"You're disgusting," I snapped.

"Like you have any room to talk," she snapped back.

"All right, you two," Polly said. "Relax."

"I think I'll have the pancakes," Willow said.

"Gone off your diet?" I asked and Polly kicked me under the table.

"So, are you excited about the dinner tonight, Willow?" Polly asked.

"Nope," she said, drinking some water, "because I'm not going."

I looked at my sister in satisfaction. She glared back.

"Come on," she begged. "It'll be fun!"

"Being seen with Nathaniel Banker by every single news crew in the state is fun?" she snorted.

"You get free food," Polly continued.

Our food arrived and I glared at my omelet.

"Do I not get a say in this?" I snapped.

"Besides, I'll pay you," Polly said, ignoring me.

That got Willow's attention.

"Hey!" I shouted and people stared. I lowered my voice. "I'm not just some whore you can sell off."

"Yes you are," Polly said then looked back to Willow.

"How much?" she asked slowly.

Polly thought it over. "$3,000."

"Deal," Willow said immediately.

I dropped my fork. "You're accepting it!?" I cried. "I'm worth way more than $3,000!"

"Actually, no you're not," Willow said huffily. "You're lucky I need the money."

Polly rolled her eyes. "Oh, please, Willow. This is good for you both."

"Oh yeah?" I demanded. "How?"

She pointed angrily at me. "You need to get your shit together, that includes showing up at this dinner with someone respectable. And you, Willow, need to prove to your father that you're not a lesbian or he'll never retire."

I tossed my head back and laughed, gripping my sides. Willow gripped her knife and fork angrily as people looked around and stared again. I wiped tears of mirth from my face.

"Oh shit," I snorted. "He thinks you are a lesbian!?"

"Please, announce it to the whole world," she snarled.

"That's ridiculous," I shook my head. "What girl would want to be with you?"

"I ask myself that about you every day," she retorted and we both glared at each other.

"Come on," Polly sighed.

"Just one dinner?" I demanded.

"Just one," she said happily. "Who knows? You may realize you actually enjoy being around each other."

"Yeah right," we scoffed in unison.

I took a mouthful of scrambled eggs. I glared between the two women. Polly looked a little anxious while Willow ate her breakfast, a smug look on her face.

God damn it.

"Fine," I snapped and stood up. I leaned forward, putting my hands on the table. "I'll be at your house at 6," I hissed at Willow who stared blandly. "You had better look nice."

I kissed Polly on the cheek and stormed out.