[BoyxBoyxGirl. Polyamorous]
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Falling for the best friend of her crush wasn't on Martha's bingo card. She had more important things to worry about, like the disappearance of her mother which led to the loss of her voice.
But amidst investigations...
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There is something about my hand in Jonathan's that provide me with a sense of security.
Even as we follow Vincent into the magnificent house, even as the hair at the back of my neck rises, even as goosebumps fill my forearms, there is just something about the warmth from Jonathan's hands that feel so real.
"Her name is Martha and she is not a conquest. Moreover, I'm asexual and you know it!"
"Every man wants to have sex, my boy! It's in our nature," Vincent laughs that annoyingly pleasant laugh of his that makes me want to jump at him and pull his eyes out.
I feel Jonathan tense up beside me and I offer him a squeeze of the hand.
We walk past magnificent halls filled with exquisite paintings and extravagant sculptures and more paintings of Vincent than is considered normal.
There is hardly any sign of Jonathan's late mother or sister and it sickens me. It's their home too. How could he just abandon all memories of them.
"I'm not a man. I'm agender and you're being wilfully ignorant at this point!" Jonathan stands his ground and Vincent scoffs as he walks into the huge living room.
Neutral colours tell me he's incredibly boring. More paintings of himself that just scream narcissism. An unnecessarily intricate looking chandelier that makes me roll my eyes.
Vincent really spared no expenses and maybe if he wasn't an asshole who's possibly holding my mother in this building, I'd probably compliment him on the house.
Screw rich people!
"You kids make up silly words these days. Don't blame me for ignoring them." He walks past the living room and into the dining room.
Of course he has another room just for eating. Of course! Who even is this man?
The dining room is a lot simpler. There's a huge rectangular table with six chairs around it. I don't know much about wood, but the wood looks really impressive and recently polished.
On the table is enough food to feed a small village. Vincent sits at the end of the table and gestures to the chair to his right as he watches Jonathan.
I glance at Jonathan who has his stare fixed on his dad, his jaw clenched and his hate very visible. I expect him to decline, but he forces a smile and sits beside the man and I sit beside Jonathan.
"Are you allergic to anything? Can't have you dying in my house. That would be rather inconvenient." Vincent chuckles in that way that he does. It almost sounds like he's joking with me. His eyes are soft, his features are friendly, but there's something about his aura.
