Game Of Love(Romance edition)

Chapter 20

Bryan's POV

Wheres a camera when you need one, I say as I rake a hand through my hair blown back by the wind.

I fix my hair and proceed inside the house, giving my keys to one of the workers to send to the garage.

I rush to the kitchen and grab a burger before heading to the living room, or one of them at least.

I recall the beige and gold couches and the TV mounted to the wall, the coffee table not so far from my couch.

I open my eyes and look at the door to find three people at it. The girl who has her cheeks flared red shoots me a glare while the boy remains neutral although a little red himself, the old man is grinning behind them and I just want to laugh my guts out.

Did I ruin something? I wonder knowing her relationship with him, and him and his blank flustered look, I can guess what happened and it's too good to be true.

I mask my amusement and get to my feet in one swift motion. "Alfred! Long time no see," I acknowledge him and he just nods, "If by long time you mean last week then yes it has." I roll my eyes as he comes forward.

"So does this mean you won't be coming tomorrow as well?" He asks about my Sunday meals which I almost if not always attend for one simple reason, "And miss out on the food, hell nah," I say with a grin remembering last week's turkey dish.

He laughs and pats me on the shoulder before excusing himself to some work. "So what went on with you two?" I ask now that we're alone and just when I think Victoria's turning red from embarrassment or something she snaps.

"Why are you so late?! If you were planning on wasting so much time you could have just not come at all." Ah so that's what this is about, I interrupted them on something, not my problem.

"Well I'm here now and if you don't want to fail I suggest we better get going," I say in a monotone voice, "You know you don't need to act rude," Sam says matching my voice and we have a stare-off.

"Yeah fine let's go," she says with a sigh before putting a hand on Sam's shoulder, Ill take care of him." His glare softens somewhat and I smirk at him earning an eye roll form the duo.

"Off to the chamber of solitude," I utter marching out of the room Victoria in tow. "What?"

"I mean the music room," I say to dumb it down for her. "So how was your first kiss with Sammy boy?" I ask when I'm sure that he isn't around.

"That's not your business," she stutters and I sigh putting my hands into my pockets. "So it did happen," I state and almost immediately she refuses.

"So in other words you couldn't kiss him because of me, right?" I ask making a corner before placing my hand on a large mahogany door.

"What no?...How did you...do you think he," she stops halfway in all her thoughts and I laugh at her panic.

"Don't worry remember what I said about him being clueless he won't know so focus and let me see how bad of a dancer you are." I push the door open and looking around the large beautiful area that had been my safe-haven a while back.

"Wow," she gasps and I close the doors behind her not shocked one bit at her surprise. The music room, or studio it is sometimes called, is very similar to any ordinary place where dance classes are held, a mahogany floor and a mirror for a wall at the back of it with a long metal bar across.

The black grand piano at a far stretch and three guitars hanged not far from it and a few more instruments and speakers. I walk over to grab something before coming back to her as she looks around.

My legs stop in their tracks when I turn around to look at her. I feel my lips curl upward at how she looks, a black beanie over her head not covering all her hair, a white long-sleeved low-ending crop-top which highs her in all the right places and black leggings with a checkered red jacket wrapped around her waist. Not bad at all

I snap out of it when I realize she's no longer being stunned, walking over to her, and giving her the package.

"What's this?" She asks and I roll my eyes placing it in her hand, "I'm not a speaker person although we'll use that as well."

I wave her off before turning three speakers on and sync them along with the earbuds I gave her and my own. "Don't worry they're new." I turn over to face her by spinning on my heel.

She stretches a little, "Scared you're going to break your bones?" "No, just that you're the choreographer," she states in a matter of fact manner and I just scoff and glare.

"Who said anything about choreography, were just dancing, well I am you're learning," I say with a shrug tapping on the device in my ear as the songs intro starts playing. "I can dance," she lies and I crack my knuckles.

"Ow really, then do you know how to tango?" I ask knowing that she'd probably have done some research yesterday watching YouTube videos or some other method.

"Yes, yes I do," now this is going to be fun. The song goes into full and I move my body along with its rhythm as she struggles to recollect and copy me simultaneously.

I close the distance between us and put my hand on her hips, "First lesson learn how to loosen up," I say moving her waist around and she pushes me away.

"You work on it and take forever or let me help you and pass and get out of my hair," I persuade and she nods coming forward.

I change the music and then decide to change my approach replacing the Spanish song with something else pushing myself away from her before I do a little stretching.

"let's try something else, basic before intermediate. Show me what you've got and I dont mean your bra again," I tease and she fumes, maybe I did see more than I let on.

Not another word of that, I cant wait for this to be over, she whispers the latter part to herself and at that we start our dance lesson.