The Deception Game

Seduction Powers (ARSEN'S POV)

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Some of you might be confused but I just broke the previous chapter and made it into two since it was getting too long. 

ARSEN'S POV WAS REMOVED FROM PREVIOUS CHAOTER AND PUT HERE. THAT'S ALL THAT HAPPENED.

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Arsen's POV

"We'll discuss it later, go home Arsen and rest. You had a long flight." Travon snapped.

I chuckled at the mere statement, shaking my head as I turned to walk to one of the cars.

If he really thought a petty flight could exhausted me then he really needed to take a vacation to my world. 

But then again, it won't be a vacation anymore.

I hadn't seen or heard from Travon since I left for England with my family all those years ago until 2 weeks ago when the situation rose.

He was a good man despite our age difference. Only flaw I knew of his was that he had a bitch for a sister.

I thought he'd been kidding when he warned that his sister was a handful one. He was absolutely, fucking wrong.

She was more than a handful. She was a fucking Goddamn ticking bomb looking for a constant opportunity to be even more childish than she already was.

I hated her.

It was a strong word but she'd proved she was just irrational and plain stupid by this flight and her ridiculous dramatics. 

Like, who the fuck in their rightly screwed mind throws cans on a person's head?!

I'd be taking the next flight out from seeing her ever again gladly 'cause people like her and me don't mix well. But that's not how it works either.

"Hey. Leaving so soon?"

Ooh, speak of the devil.

I took my time, settling my backpack in the car and turning the grimace on my face into a smile. Spinning around to face her with a smirk that I know will even have their Miss America bowing at my feet.

Been there, done that. Sorry, fucked that.

I wasn't cocky or anything. 

Ok, who the fuck am I kidding? I'm as cocky as a person can get on the scale of cockiness but I wasn't anywhere modest. I knew I was gifted in the department of looks and I felt no shame in using it in full swing when needed. For Fuck's sake, my job ran on it.

"Yes, Sassy. Why? You gonna to miss me?" I inquired, folding my arms and cocking my head to the side.

"Miss you? That's like asking me to miss my bully of elementary school who used to make fun of my missing teeth." She scoffed out.

She was good at bickering, I'll give her that. There weren't many people who understood the language of sarcasm in this continent.

"Was it a girl? And was she hot?"

I really just wanted to see her reaction to this, to see where she stood.

She lost her equanimity, her eyes bulged out and her mouth fell open. It was an adequate one. The reaction, I mean.

"Wait a minute. Time out. Lemme get this straight. Retract back to 10 seconds before. Did you just ask me if a ten year old girl was hot?"