The Deception Game

17: Love at first sight & Bastard from Game of Thrones

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I'm so fucking sorry about the late update but it's here now so...yay?

Enjoy!

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ALORA'S POV

"Welcome to Arizonian Palazzo."

Carson's gruff voice announced, opening the main doors to my father's house in Phoenix and walking all the stairs down to where our car stood. How he said that without raising his volume even a notch is beyond me. Must've taken some lessons for it.

I couldn't say this mansion was mine or Travon's even, for that matter. It might had been transferred into our names after their death but it was all mum and dads. We had no ownership in it. And that's how it'll stay.

"Don't tell me you're one of those idiots who name the houses they serve in." Heath snorted, rolling his eyes, taking his luggage from the agent's hand.

Carson blinked in his direction in utter bewilderment, his hands clasped behind his back, his posture stiff as cardboard even in his late fifties.

"No, Sir. A place like this, such exquisitely designed palace, is called Palazzo, in my native tongue, Italian."

Silence. Awkward silence that is, what followed after Carson burned Heath.

Heath looked up at Carson, scratching the back of his neck, his arrogant attitude gone with shame replacing it.

You know what, Carson is for life. He's awesome!

And then you guys ask where I get my shit from. Ladies and gentlemen, I present you the person who has equal right to be called my parent as my sperm donors. After all, it was Carson who took us Travon and me for ice-cream everyday with our parents busy.

I stifled a laugh, taking my luggage from the agent as well, thanking him. He nodded in return, sitting back in the car and driving away.

Carson glared at Heath for a good twenty seconds, his stare visually burning holes in Heath's head, whose eyes were casted down, now very much interested in his sneakers.

"I had no idea. Forgive me." Heath mumbled so low that even I had to strain to hear him. But Carson heard him loud and clear.

"Apology accepted but I am sure your mother would be highly disappointed if she heard about this." Carson shook his head at Heath.

"Only if someone tells her."

The asshole was thinking cheekiness was going to get him out of this. He really didn't know Carson. He'll burn his cheekiness to ground in seconds without being an ounce disrespectful.

"You don't need to worry about that, young boy." Carson looked Heath dead in his eyes.

This is the point where I say, told you so.

"Well, since I have clarified that misconception, Miss Alora would you like me to take your luggage inside?"

I smiled at Carson's stoic face.

Apparently, any expression other than grimness was also taught as bad shit in those lessons of his.

"Nah. I'll be fine, thanks anyway."

"Very well then. Please follow me." Carson nodded, turning around and heading back inside the house without even offering Heath even a second glance.

"He- He didn't even ask for my bags." Heath said, still standing at the foot of the stairs, dumbstruck.

"That's 'cause he loves you and you know, wants you to workout with those pounds."