Fairies are Pretty: Fairy Dust Series

Chapter 2: Grant Reunion

DIRAC DEWITT wondered what he was doing, stepping on the porch of Dalais Euless after years of making sure never to come across the man.

He had tried to put a distance to that life and if not for Elizabeth, he would have succeeded. That was (as he convinced himself) the only reason he was here, to adhere to the last dying wish of his sister.

Dirac took a long breath before pushing the doorbell. In a matter of seconds the door was swung open by the only person he hadn’t been able to keep his distance from, Jasmine Euless.

She whipped her fake blonde hair back and forth, giving Dirac her beautiful coy smile which Dirac would have fallen for if ever she was his type. In response, Dirac handed her a bottle of wine he had picked out of his cellar and handed it to his host as she stepped aside to let him in.

“I’m so glad you could make it, considering how busy you usually are.” She beamed.

“Thank you for inviting me into your home.”

“You are most welcome, love. This is not the time to be alone.” Jasmine said with her fake remorse that did not for one second get passed Dirac.

Dirac looked around the house he hasn’t set foot in for almost sixteen years now. Nothing much had changed. This house that was once a second home to Dirac, more so than his own ever was was still as he remembered it to be.

He remembered coming here every time Rogue would annoy him and zone out in the basement playing video games with Dalais and Elizabeth. Those days were gone, after everyone rejected him, Dirac had been his own man and did not rely on anyone.

“That smells delicious.” he complimented. At his hotel penthouse, Dirac only ate restaurant-like food prepared by his personal chefs. It had been some time since he had tasted homemade food without over the top presentation.

Every time he met his sister, they would meet for less than an hour so they never had time to sit down for a proper meal. Now he was here, in the house of the one man he was both dreading and anxious to meet.

Jasmine let him to the dining area where the table was already set and the food was already steaming. This was something ge hadn't seen for years. There was no sign of Dalais though, just his sister.

"Where is your brother?" He inquired politely.

"I don't think he would be joining us."

"I came here because of him. There are important things we have to discuss. Business." Dirac said as he sat down, totally ignoring Jasmine's poisonous glare.

"Is that why you're here? Business?"

"I believe I just said that."

"You're a heartless man Dirac Dewitt."

"I've been told." Jasmine gave him a wounded look which he was all so anticipating.

"Don't look at me like that, Jasmine. You called me here for your own benefit as well. We used each other perfect sweetheart. Thank you for the food, and after I'll wait up for Dalais."

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Dalais was completely thrown back by Dirac's majestic being. The man's confidence extended from his posture as he sat perfectly in his chair to the impatient tap of his fingers on the ancient wood of the dinner table.

He looked a tat bit uncomfortable although still very much a Dewitt for his own good, a whole lot like his father.

"Dewitt!" Dalais praised as he entered the room his whole being blocking the doorway as he made his way to the chair right across Dirac, but stopping to greet his sister's guest.

"Euless?" He stood slowly in surprise as he took a hand Dalais had extended to him with a restraint smile of which Dalais returned.

He couldn't mask his excitement in the least bit as he saw a man he once and probably still idolized. But this wasn't the Dirac Dalais knew.

This Dirac was much more formal, a bit bigger than the last time they've met and a lot more attractive. He had broader shoulders and muscular face.

Clothes hung on him like they were sworn on his skin and one wrong move they looked as though they would tear.

He wore a suit, to say the least. Dalais was always in the company of men in suits because he himself owned a closet full of them, but on Dirac they looked different.

He looked like the body that inspired tuxedos and suddenly it all made sense why Vogue nominated him the world's most eligible bachelor.

Not to think Dirac was totally ripped, because he was not. He looked like he took morning jogs and a few plunges, nothing as extreme as Dalais was into.

His body was just naturally built, and his height did him a whole lot of justice. Unlike Dalais, Dirac was tall, very much so.

The Dirac that stood before Dalais had only been seen on covers of magazines or front pages of newspapers and tabloids.

This was the Dirac that striked fear in most men and seduced the heck out of women just like his sister, who was less herself than Dalais would have imagined.

Jasmine was usually extremely flirty and all over in someone's face but with Dirac around, she kept to her sit and her hands on her lap.

"I was informed that you weren't joining us." Dirac informed.

After shooting a poisonous glare at his sister, Dalais smiled at the man but later regretted it.

Dirac stared at him with calculating eyes that intimidated him hugely but he forced himself to raise his head back. "It didn't feel right to miss the meal I had prepared."

"You made this?" Dirac sounded less surprised than he was impressed which made Dalais a bit more sure of himself.

"Why of course. If you had stuck around all these years, you would have know my culinary skills have become unmatched."

"I guess it's my fault then." He turned to the plate infront of him and started eating.

Dalais grabbed a plate for himself and earned a death glare from his sister. Jasmine mouthed "What the fuck?" to him and he chose to completely ignore her.

"I'm really sorry about Eli... I'm here if you need anything."

"Same here. Actually, I'm here because of her."

Jasmine shifted uncomfortably in her chair and turned to Dirac.

"What does that mean?"

"Her will has been read and it included you." Dirac whispered almost unheard.

Jasmine did hear him, and a smile cracked over her face as hope clouded her brown eyes.

There was nothing she loved more than free stuff and hearing she was included in Elizabeth's will was free expensive stuff.