Possessive Rich Boys (COMPLETED)

Chapter 5

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Ares

I turned into the parking lot, the night lit up with the headlights of my BMW i8 flashing on the ground. The Opera House was built in the 1800s and had a fabulous architecture, but was shut down in the mid 90s and now it was just a semi detached house, with an enormous stage, it's privacy still intact.

It was neither slotted for use nor torn down, so I confiscated it for parties. Or for occasion just like this. I looked at my watch, it read 11pm and I knew I was late for meeting little Miss Luna West whom I had invited to meet me.

I've kept my eyes on Luna far much closely than she thought I did. For starters who can escape sunshine-headed beautiful bombshell like her? She had always made sure to make herself visible not for the people around her, but to catch someone's attention. Too bad, she was paid dust.

I wouldn't know about her existence if it wasn't for her great blunder of sophomore year. The memory is still fresh in my head.

I stand outside my new BMW i8, leaning back against it with my arms folded over my chest. I have shit to do and places to be not stand in the school parking lot waiting for my friend who can't bunk a fucking period.

Exhausted, I head back inside the school. Our school foyer still had a few freshmen and Sophomore' chit-chatting. I can feel them looking at me as walk through the foyer like I fucking owned it.

Well, kind of. My great-grandfather invested in this school in the beginning of its setup. So, I did own it a little. People worshipped me. They all wanted a piece of me and I was happy to obligate the girls, the boys had to earn my respect.

All my friends were at the party and I was still waiting for that little shit to grace me with his presence. I climbed four flights of stairs only to get a message from my sister.

I forgot my t-shirt in the boys locker room. I know I wasn't suppose to be there, but please bring back my t-shirt. It's my favourite. Please.

I fume at her words and automatically know she'll be in deep shit when I meet her next. My naive little sister loves stepping out of the boundary line even though I've repeatedly told her not to.

I sighed, and decide to retrieve her shirt. I knew exactly why she was here and whom she was here to see. My chest heaved at the thought of them together, but I couldn't even trust any fucking guy around her. She was far too precious for any if them.

Charlotte Richards, was my only sister and my father's little secret which I've made public as soon as I got to know her. She trembled into our lives six years ago, leaving my mother in complete shock.

My father tried to deny her as his daughter, but when an eleven year old with high ponytail, who could be easily mistaken as a twin of his son can't easily being denied of her rightful claim.