Illicit Beauty

Cinq

    Greyson had been sat in an unfamiliar room all by himself while Alessandro and the two talked. His specific orders were to sit and not speak until he was told to do so, even if there was no one to speak to. It reminded him of all the times he had to sit in the principal's office while the principal and his aunt talked. He was never afraid, only proud of always finishing fights instead of starting them; the principal thought the opposite.
    The more he thought about it, the more he realized how much he was missing his everyday life and preferred it over this hell-hole. He enjoyed the constant attention at school that made up for the attention he never received as a child, but it was especially different now. Just when he was allowing himself to experience hidden emotions, the door opened and pulled Greyson from his thoughts. Three disappointed humans entered the room, but Alessandro looked just as furious as before.
    "First thing's first, you will apologize to my daughter for disrespecting her as I told you not to do." Folding his arms across his chest, Alessandro glared down at Greyson as he waited for the apology.
    Greyson only sighed before rolling his eyes and looking up Evangeline, "I'm sorry, Evangeline, for disrespecting you by kissing you." He had gone through this so many times in the past that it became far too easy to fake an apology.
    "Good, now you will apologize to me for doing the exact opposite of what I told you to do," Alessandro demanded.
    "I'm sorry, Alessandro, for doing the exact opposite of what you told me to do," Greyson faked once more, rolling his eyes. As Alessandro opened his mouth to speak, the squeak of the door interrupted him.
    In came a person Greyson had never seen before, yet she somehow looked familiar. She was about average height for a female and looked a little too mature to be Greyson's age, but she was still a sight to look at. She had a head of medium-length, vanilla blonde hair with jet black roots and fair skin. Her eyes were the same shade of blue as Alex and Evangeline's. She was dressed in a black, skin-tight dress that complimented her perfect figure, along with a black leather jacket and thigh-high boots. Greyson wanted to assume she was their mother, but she looked far too young to be a mother in general.
    "Can one of you help me with the twins, please? I have a nail and hair appointment and I don't want to be late," she explained, looking down at her phone to check the time.
    That accent of hers makes her so much hotter...
    "Will I be paid?" Alex smirked, leaning against one of the abandoned tables that stood in the room.
    "Excuse me?" She smiled, planting her hands on her hips. "I already pay for your six hundred dollar shopping sprees and those thousand dollar guitars you beg me for. You're pretty expensive, mon fils."
    Alex scoffed and crossed his arms, but a smile followed close behind. "Je viens Avec un Prix."
    "Yes, yes you do," she laughed before checking the time again. "But I really need someone to watch the twins."
    "For fuck's sake, I'll do it." Evangeline rolled her eyes as she walked over to the door and past her mother.
    "Watch your mouth, little girl." The woman sighed, shaking her head. "I'll be back in a few hours, behave yourselves." It seemed that everyone had watched her leave, the room remaining quiet for a few seconds after she left.
    It was Greyson who finally broke the silence with his wide eyes, "That's your wife?" He asked, looking up at Alessandro. "You are one lucky man. If she were mine, I'd be smashing her every night!"
    "You're seriously the biggest perv," Alex sighed, rubbing his temples.
    "Well, Evans, why do you think we have four kids together?" Alessandro bragged, folding his arms across his chest and looking down at Greyson with a grin. He couldn't help but find amusement in Greyson's jealousy; and when Greyson couldn't find the right words to say, Alessandro stepped in.
    "We came here to speak about your incident with my daughter and how immature it was," he explained, folding his hands behind his back. "I had already warned you about your behaviour and the consequences, but it seems that my words went in one ear and out the other. So, from now on, you will remain by Alexander's side from the moment you wake up to the moment I allow you to sleep. You will not speak unless he gives you permission to and you will have only 3 bathroom breaks. You will also be sleeping in Alexander's room so you can avoid getting into trouble, do you understand?"
    "What?!" Alex choked out. "Pourquoi moi?!"
    "Well you see, Alexander, you seem to be the only person Greyson can't stand or will want to make out with. You two are very incompatible and it shows." Greyson didn't even bother speaking, he was far too annoyed at this point. Instead, he glared up at both Alessandro and Alex with a burning urge to slap both of them, but that would most likely result in death.
    "I suppose that works. Keeping him up all night and then forcing him to stay awake all day, such a pleasant plan." A grin formed on Alex's lips, making Greyson angry.
    "Indeed, it will also keep him away from Evangeline and any trouble he has planned."
    Before Greyson could say anything harsh, he took a deep breath. "This house is a fucking nightmare," he grumbled, rolling his eyes.