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wesley's pov

i have yet to tell my parents about ayana coming over and it's about 10 minutes before she should be arriving.

i quickly finish spraying some of my cologne on myself and placing my backpack in the loft where i plan on studying with ayana, and possibly letting her now how i feel about her.

as cheesy as it sounds, i have always had a crush on her along with every boy at school. she's special though because although she is aware that she is to die for, she has yet to give nearly any guy a chance. i hope that will change.

i raced downstairs and saw my mother preparing dinner while my father stared down at his work on the kitchen table.

"hey i invited ayana cruz over to help me study a little bit like you wanted mom, maybe she can have dinner with us as well?" i asked as my brother and sister walked into the living room to play games.

"of course honey! that's perfectly okay with us." my mom replied gesturing towards herself and my father who for some reason looked very uncomfortable.

"don't you think dinner is sacred time for family?" he asked both my mother and i.

"says the guy who can't take his eyes off of his work for even a second." my mom hissed.

before i could say anything, i heard a faint knock on the door and smiled to myself.

ayana's pov

i waited in front of the massive doors nervously, i don't know if it was because i had the chance to run into mr. bieber or because i get to see wes. my thoughts were then interrupted when one of the great doors opened in front of me.

"hey" wes smiled softly at me as he moved away from the door to let me in. he gave me a small hug as i responded with a hello before he closed the door behind me.

"woah" i gleamed as i looked around only the minimal amount of the house that was exposed to me.

"i know, thank my dad" wes laughed and i remembered that his mom didn't even have to work due to how hard mr. bieber works. he deserves more pleasure if he worked hard enough to afford this beautiful home and i plan on giving that to him.

wes and i made our way into the dining room and i began to recognize the deep, masculine voice coming from within the kitchen.

"mom, dad, our guest is here" wes interrupted their bickering and held my hand leading us into the kitchen.  i took a look at the man standing before me, now in jeans and a light blue button up right next to his, unfortunately, stunning wife who was wearing a tight black dress.

"ayana it's so great to see you" mrs. bieber smiled as she turned off the stove. "i hope you're hungry!"

"she makes the greatest chicken parmigiana, you're in for a delight." mr. bieber spoke huskily and gave his wife a small grin that made my insides turn.

"mm, i can't wait." i replied as i swiftly licked my lips and ran my finger along the hem of my skirt.

"carson! quinn! come on in here dinner is almost ready" mrs. bieber called for her two younger children.

i smiled as they entered the room and inwardly admired how beautiful all three of these siblings were, they definitely all look a lot like their dad.

wesley and carson are both heartbreakers. they are only two years apart and i can't believe how handsome they are. plus, they're gonna have their hands full trying to keep boys away from little quinn. she's so beautiful and she's only 6.

"hi ayana, you look beautiful." carson gave me a sweet hug. "you don't look too
bad yourself car" i smirked at him and hugged back.

he found his seat at the table as did wes and i. quinn sat on wesley's lap and i couldn't help but aw at how wonderful he was with her.

i noticed that one of the seats next to me, at the head of the table, was vacant and i crossed my fingers that it belonged to the beautiful man who's lips still linger on mine from not too long ago.

mrs. bieber brought out two plates and sat one in front of myself and quinn, i thanked her softly before insisting on going to get the rest.

"you're too kind, thank you." she said as she moved quinn off of wesley's lap.

i made my way into the kitchen where mr. bieber was pouring two glasses of wine.

"here jess." he turned around softly extending the wine out, but then realized i was not his wife.

"oh mr. bieber, don't you know i am too young to drink." i giggled as i inched closer to him.

"no funny business here ayana" he said sternly and looked me straight in the eye.

"of course not!" i said as i was nearly chest to chest with him. i reached around him slowly and grabbed the plates that were behind him on the counter. i grazed my lips against his ear and heard his breath hitch. i then made my way back to the dining room, grinning to myself.

this is going to be a long night.