𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 || 𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐮

33 BROTHER & SISTER

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C H A P T E R    T H I R T Y - T H R E E
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»Hating people because of their color is wrong. And it doesn't matter which color does the hating. It's just plain wrong.«
– Muhammad Ali

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Yuta, Lucas and I were escorted to a table at the exclusive high-rise restaurant above our hotel. It was filled with laughter from the, slightly well-lubricated, people sipping on their expensive Ripassos and Merlots under the dimmed lights.

A big man in white a tux was playing captivating jazz songs on his Saxophone, filling the atmosphere with an undeniably sexy vibe. I sat down next to Yuta with Lucas right across from me. We were waiting for Miss Nakamoto Haruna to arrive from a fashion show in Tokyo.

Eyes were watching us from all around the restaurant, undoubtedly because of Yuta who smiled politely at the guests at the surrounding tables. I noticed two young, long-legged, women debating whether or not to ask for a selfie with him. I rolled my eyes at Lucas as their giggles were loud and obnoxious. As they both got up and approached us, I sighed in defeat, wishing they'd control their hormones.

But they stopped and looked at Lucas, who seemed just as surprised as Yuta and me.

"Excuse us, sir, but weren't you at Paris fashion week last year? We think you look like a model we talked to backstage at the Eiffel Tower." The blond-haired woman twisted a strand of hair flirtatiously around her index finger while the red-head placed a hand on our table.

"Sorry ladies, you must be mistaking me for someone else. I'm not a model." Lucas replied cockily. Yuta looked amused, and I tried my hardest not to run my mouth and scare them away.

"I don't know what your profession is but you should seriously consider changing it then, you're, like, wow." The red-head said, biting her lower lip. Before they turned to walk away, they both leaned in over our table, giving us all a good view down their dresses, and slid a napkin over to Lucas.

You've got to be kidding me...

It showed both a phone number and a room number, and I couldn't help but puff at their pathetic move, making Yuta chuckle at my indiscretion. They both looked at me frowning before sending Lucas once last coquettish glance and turning on their, Manolo Blahnik, heels.

Ugh!

"Wow. That was... intense. You're a wanted man Mr. Zhong." Yuta took a sip of his red wine, watching Lucas as he crumbled their, not-so-subtle "call me" napkins. I raised my eyebrow. I had expected him to put them in his pocket.

"I prefer being the one to chase." Lucas smiled as he too took a sip from his glass of sparkling water, locking eyes with me. I knew he was only trying to make me more desirable to Yuta, who then cleared his throat and briefly looked over at me to search my face for a reaction. I just smiled at Lucas, trying not to look impressed. I wanted Yuta to feel that I wasn't an easy catch and whoever I'd become interested in would be a lucky man.

That's when we heard people start to whisper again leaving the sound of heels echoing through the restaurant in almost complete silence. We looked up and were met by a pair of, feline-looking, hazel, eyes. They belonged to a tall, slim, woman.

She was wearing a black bodycon dress, paired with a glittering, silver, necklace, and silver clutch. Her hair was chocolatey and long. It fell naturally wavy on her shoulders and bounced as she walked, catwalk-style, down to our table where she stopped. Her skin was flawless and glowing, and she had a nose so perfect it couldn't possibly be real. She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. It irked me.