Living With The Emerson Girls

Chapter 18

Merry Christmas to all of you guys who celebrate it! :))) This is my present to my readers.

~Zachary's Point of View~

Cameron's already waiting for me when we pull up to my house around 5 in the afternoon. He's my closest friend from back home, and, naturally, he can pretty much walk into my house unannounced. Sean and Derek emerge from the house as well, as I take the keys out of the ignition.

Ariel looks strangely nervous next to me.

I get out of the car and unload my suitcase. Ariel slithers out from the passenger seat and I see Cameron's eyes widen from my peripheral. Sean and Derek are muttering quietly to Cameron as Ariel approaches them. I turn around to see my friends' eyes trailing up and down Ariel's body, as they introduce themselves.

I focus my vision on all three of them, disintegrating them with the lasers I am sure are coming out of my eyes. They sheepishly back away, but then I remember that to them, I'm still with Brooklyn.

"What?" Ariel says, swiveling around in my direction as I come up to the door.

"Nothing," I smile and press my arm around her waist. We enter my house, a three-story waterfront mansion, clad in expensive platinum and white furniture.

Red cups and plenty of bottles of alcohol are set up along the marble counter, and I can see that Sean has taken the music into his own hands, inviting his cousin, who happens to be a DJ. He's set up along the main wall of my house.

"I ordered pizza like ten minutes ago. And Sean's cousin is setting up some lights and shit," Derek says. Sean's cousin is buried in his equipment, so I leave him alone. 

"Thanks for taking care of everything," I say to my friends, as I plop down on the couch. Ariel leans against the wall, her arms crossed, a very uncomfortable look on her face. Derek slides up next to her and smiles, placing his arm around her shoulder.

At this, I immediately tense up. Derek is used to getting what he wants and he undoubtedly wants Ariel. I can tell by the lazy grin that appears on his face when she doesn't put any distance between them.

"Hey Derek, can you fucking quit that?" I say suddenly, hostility laced in my voice.

"What are you talking about man?" Derek drawls, pressing Ariel closer to him. She purses her lips, but doesn't move away, probably sensing my hesitation at explaining that I'm not actually with Brooklyn anymore.

"She has a boyfriend, and he'd kick your ass if he was here right now," I say, and Ariel gives me a sneaky smile when Derek releases her and moves away.

"Oh," Derek says.

"Let's go upstairs, Ariel," I suggest, and Ariel nods. I grip her hand and lead her to my room, where she immediately shuts the door and turns the lock, a wicked smile on her red lips.

I'm taken aback, because she slides up close to me and laughs menacingly.

"I hate being interrupted."

*****

~Ariel's Point of View~

"I hate being interrupted," I whisper into his ear, and I watch in satisfaction as his whole face turns crimson.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Ariel?" He says, a smirk on his face.

"Is it working?" I ask, twisting my mouth into a lazy grin, leaning towards him. 

"Very much so," he replies, just as I kiss him. 

"I love you," I breathe, then collapse into his arms and let him place warm kisses all over my face.