Spectrum

Chapter 3

That night I could hear the rustling of leaves on the sides of the house as Riana snuck into her bedroom due to the front door being locked and later in the day she seemed even more distant than the day before if that was possible in any way.

It was currently after breakfast and I was laying on the small twin bed in the room that my brother and I were sharing. Mason was currently unpacking his clothes into the chest of drawers that separated our bed which were perched in the two corners of the small room.

" You're really unpacking, " I rose my brow at him. 

He lifted his head to smile at me " Well, I don't want these drawers to go to waste. "

I rolled my eyes at him before he started to speak again " Get together later, you coming? "

" We don't have a car? Are you forgetting that our shit isn't getting here until next week, as a matter of fact, we don't even know when it's coming. " This was our father's doing, sure, we could have a car but obviously we hadn't read through the conditions.

It wouldn't be getting to us anytime soon so we had to find a different way of getting around and we sure as hell weren't going to ask our mother and he knew that so initially, we were rooted to the house until we figured out some arrangement.

" Don't you think I have that covered? " He asked digging through his suitcase throwing clothes of various upscale brands into the drawers.

" What about the egg donor situation? " I asked, Mason, laughing loudly at my statement.

" Egg donor, really sis? " He chuckled before continuing " I have that covered, but there is something though. "

" What is it? " I asked sitting up on the bed. " We have to bring her daughter. " He said throwing a few pieces of clothes, his outfit for later I presume on the bed.

I sighed loudly hearing this, " Does she even want to go, the poor girl seems like she hates going out. "

" Well, it's either that or we don't go anywhere at all and believe it or not, I hate this place. " He said taking his phone off of the nightstand before exiting the room.

That was the end of our conversation and later that night I found myself dressed in a small yellow mini dress and black strappy Jimmy choo's, a small diamond necklace falling between my valley area adorning my diamond studs with a small silver Rolex watch around my wrist bringing the look together. Simple yet bold the makeup brushed onto my face heightening my already intricate features.

I couldn't help but stare at myself in the small mirror hung lowly on the wall in my shared room, The soft yellow of the dress bringing definition to my olive skin, my curly hair pulled back into a slick low bun giving way to my facial features which looked more prominent than they usually did. " Ride's here, " my brother stuck his head through the door giving me a once over.

I picked up my small black YSL clutch before heading through the doors of the room. Our room was on the second floor along with Riana's and a bathroom the three of us shared while the two other people living in the house shared a room, the largest, on the ground floor of the house.

I walked down the stairs heading to the front door of the house no one stopping me on the way which lead me to believe that the parental figures of the house were absent.

Walking outside I stared a bit shocked at the shiny black Jaguar XF sitting on the curb in front of the gates of the house but what had shocked me more were the license places which spelt out Windsor in bold words.

" Is that- " 

" Windsor's driver? yes. "

Too shocked to say anything I folded my lips together before going to stand beside my brother because this could only mean one thing and I didn't even know what to think.

We were going to the Upper East side.

Not long after, Riana came through the door locking it with the keys before heading over to us. She was wearing simple black jeans with a cropped white shirt and checkerboard vans. Mason was wearing his usual grey trousers and a black Ralph Lauren polo with his silver Rolex watch.

The driver came out of the car as we started walking towards him, Mason headed towards the front seat while I slipped into the back seat as the driver held the door open for Riana and me.

" Um, can you drop me off at the corner store nearby? " Riana asked as soon as the driver sat in his seat. I said nothing as she awaited an answer.

The driver opened his mouth to respond " Sure Miss. "

Silence loomed over the car as we drove to the corner store and once we got there, everything halted and all eyes were attached to the car. There was too much going on outside, from gambling to smoking and as Riana exited the car, the smell of marijuana crossed the threshold and made its way into the airflow of the car. Without another word being uttered, the door slammed shut and we began the twenty-minute journey to The Upper East Side.

For the remainder of the ride, all I could do was stare through the window, consumed by my thoughts and soon enough we had gotten to our destination and here I was, about to re-enter the party scene.

I stared up at the tall building before me, it was unique as were the rest of the mansions in the Upper East Side but this specific one held something for me.

Mason made the first moves by heading up the steps ringing the doorbell and as soon as he did that the door was pulled open revealing his face.

Chandler St. Charles Windsor, notorious golden boy.

He and my brother did a simple handshake before his eyes wandered over my brother's shoulders to me who was standing on the first step. As our eyes connected a dazzling smile crossed his face as he watched me cross my legs and soon I was making my way up the steps towards where he was waiting for me my brother already making his way inside.

" Knox, " He drew out giving me a once over, " Sorry to break it to you but you're a bit overdressed. " He chuckled the words rolling off of his tongue in waves, his slightly fading English accent making me feel hotter than I was before and all I could do was stare at him, silently admiring his features.

I leaned forward giving him a hug, his arms wrapping around my waist pulling me closer. " I'm not in the mood for talking, " I whispered into his chest before pulling my head to stare up at him.

This was our relationship, how it had always been since the moment we met. I was crazy for him, but I would never admit that and after not seeing him for the past two years I was willing to throw all of that out of the window.

He was truly captivating, from his silky smooth jet black hair to his tall stature, from the rich look in his ocean blue eyes to the smooth curve of his bow lips, he was more than captivating.

" Are you ever in the mood for talking? " He replied to my previous statement after we had broken out of the hug allowing me to pass him and enter the foyer of the upscale New York mansion, the conversation of the others in the house faintly making its way through the walls creating a small, calming buzz in the foyer.

As he closed the door I proceeded to walk to the living room where young people of all ages stood around talking and it made it's way apparent to me that this was a welcome home party for Chandler.

I could remember it like any day, the day he told me he was leaving for business school early, he had already been doing some college courses while we were in our earlier years of high school and I knew that it was a matter of time before some school abroad swooped him up and here he was, twenty-one, with his first degree.

I was proud, to say the least, and even more overjoyed that he was back but with my current situation I wasn't sure if I was going to get the time to spend with him but little did I know.

Soon, I was being thrown into meaningless conversations after conversations and as time went by I found myself looking for him as he was the only one I did desire speaking to that night and find him I did.

In those few hours, we talked the night away, reforming a bond that was left on hold over the past two years.