Twist Me | Ghorror

Dinner | Chapter 29

Ricky and I followed Angelo into the living room that fitted the same style that the rest of the house held, well based on what I have seen so far anyways. 

The room is painted black with a red accent wall that had a large window with a bench built in to it. There was a black leather couch in the center of the room with two chairs on either side of it as well as a love seat that faced the couch and the doorway we came in through with a red wood table in the middle of all of them. Also on either side of the couch there are tables that matched the same wood that the coffee table was made from. 

The room was quite larger and on the other side of the room there was a few bookshelf with a desk next to it and another chair pushed into the corner with a lamp placed behind it. There was also some more art pieces that are done in the same style that the ones in the foyer area were in. I'm assuming it was all done by the same artiest. 

Ricky moved to sit on the black love seat and I quickly followed behind him, sitting as close to him as I possible could. Something was starting to feel off about all of this. The house was far too quiet for my liking. It felt so eerie. I guess that's what happens when you own such a large house for just two people to live in.

Angelo sat down on the black couch that is across from us and the moment he did that the door that was on the other side of the room, the one by the bookshelves, was opened before Chris walked into the room with a sly smirk on his lips well he looked over me.

Ricky stood up, making his way over to him and gave him a quick hug. "I haven't seen you for a while. How have you been?" Chris asked him as he pulled away from him.

"I've been good." Ricky turned and gestured his hands in my direction. "This is Devin, we've been together for a little while now but I don't think I need to really introduce you." He said to him, letting his voice drop at bit at the end and I could tell from his demeanor it was out of anger. Maybe I shouldn't of told him about what happened when he came into my work? I knew it wouldn't of ended well and I still did it. Oh well I guess I can't change it now.

All Chris did was laugh at Ricky reaction. Not a shocker with how cocky he comes off. "I mean you know me well enough at this point. I have to see things to know if I'm interested enough to put the effort in it. Plus you and I both know you don't always have the best track record." I knew his last comment was supposed to stir the pot a bit but I wasn't going to let it. Instead I stayed silent, pretending I knew what he was talking about. Hopefully he'll get bored of whatever persona he is trying to put ff right now, this can't be how he always is. 

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Things were a small bit tense at first but the tension seemed to drop the longer we were all together. Chris seemed to have more dimension to his personality other then just the cocky asshole which is refreshing to see. I think that was one of the things that made me relax.

We were all sitting around a large table that had a black, lace type table cloth running over it. There room was in a similar color pallet that I have sen beofre  in red and black and there was more of the art piece along the walls.

I slowly started to poke around at the food on my plate as everyone else ate. I have never been a fan of eating around people I didn't know but I didn't want to insult either of them by not touching any of it.

"Who did those art piece? They really are amazing." I said, breaking the comfortable silence that filled the room.

Angelo smiled as I said that. "I did them. I used to work as a tattoo artist before I met Chris. That's actually how we met." He told me, smiling over at Chris. Regardless if I still think he's an ass I know he has redeeming qualities if he could get someone to fall for him. Maybe this nice guy act isn't that much of an act but really apart of who he is.

"Do you miss working as a tattoo artist? Why did you stop doing it?" I asked him out of curiosity and I saw Chris stance stiffen a small bit, not enough that anyone but me notice though. It was strange to think he gave up something he sound passionate about and with how amazing his work looked there was no way it was for money purpose he had stopped doing it. 

Angelo looking down at his plate, pretending to push food around so he didn't need to met anyone's gaze. 

"After he moved in here the two of us decided that he didn't need to work anymore. I had enough money to support the two of us." Chris told me, answering for him. Of course it wasn't his choice and I have a funny feeling that this was more Chris decision that Angelo's. As much as I wanted to point this out I decided it would just be best for me to bite my tongue. 

"And what is it you do for a living? I mean you have a very nice house here, you have to be something that makes quite a lot of money. And if I remember correctly you got arrested not to long ago." I knew my comment was going to anger him a bit but I couldn't help, it just slipped out. Ricky tense next to me so I knew I shouldn't of said that but what is he really going to do about? I was fully aware of what he does but Chris doesn't know that.

I watch Chris tense his jaw, looking at me with anger laced in his eyes and if Ricky wasn't next to me I was sure he would of done something.