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"Speak of the devil." James mumbled as he and his wife smiled at who I assumed was their son, Xavier.
My eyes fell on the guy who was standing next to him, Ares. Amanda turned and stared at Xavier with a frown, "look at you, you're already a mess!" She said as she fixed his hair. Xavier rolled his eyes at his mother.
I could feel someone's burning gaze on me making me look at the person. Ares's eyes were fixed on me and our eyes connected. He had green captivating eyes. I didn't realize that I was staring openly at him until someone cleared their throat, snapping us both our of our dazes.
I glanced at Xavier who smirked at Ares when he glared at him. Xavier then shot me a wink which I ignored.
"Son, meet Noah Ivanov, his daughter Dania and his wife Lea." James introduced which made me bit my lip to hold in a laugh which was threatening to come out, "And this is Alexia."
"Actually—" Dana interjected, correcting, "my name is Dana and her name is Liza."
"Right. My apologies." James apologized but his tone was anything but apologetic.
"Pleasure to meet you Mrs Ivanov." Xavier said to Liza who smiled, "Likewise."
"Oh my goodness! What is this woman wearing?" Xavier stared at Dana with his eyes wide opened.
"A dress, sweetheart." Dana replied seductively. She wasn't ashamed to add, "It is soo revealing that your hands can get inside easily."
Xavier cleared his throat and said, "I don't have any intention to put my hands inside anything. I—I'm going to get a drink." He then flashed me a warming smile before walking away.
"We meet again, bella." Ares spoke up, looking at me making me roll my eyes, "It's been thirty minutes since our last meeting, Salvatore."
"Pretty long time, don't you think?" Ares asked with a smirk.
"Indeed," I mumbled, deciding to play along which made him smirk even wider.
A hand was extended in front of Ares. He looked down at the hand and we saw that it was Dana who wanted him to shake her hand.
Dana flashed him a huge seductive smile, "I am Dana Ivanov."
Ignoring her hand and her comment, he looked at me, "Want to grab a drink, love?"
"Sure." I replied, earning a nod from him in response. He then grabbed my hands in his and began walking in the direction of the bar with me beside him.
"Is she your own sister?" He asked which made me groan, "Honesty? I have no idea."
"Do you want some wine?" I nodded and he ordered two glass of wine which was served instantly.
I grabbed my glass and brought it to my lips, ready to take a sip.
"How old are you?"
"How old do I look like I am?" I asked back which made him shrug, "I don't know. Forty?"
"Very funny," I let out a humourless laugh which lasted a few seconds before I rolled my eyes.
"Will you tell me or should I find out?" He asked to which I replied, "I was born two years after you."
"You're twenty four." He stated making me hum, nodding my head in his direction, "and you're twenty six."
"You know a lot about me." He mused as I spared him a glance before returning to my glass, "more than you could ever imagine."
"Then you must also know size of my d—" I cut him off, "I don't and I don't wish to know either. Keep this personal information to yourself."
"Someone is interested in me," Ares said with a teasing tone, "What else does that someone knows about me?"
"You are a very annoying person, you know that?"
"I know," He replied, nodding.
"Ares, baby!"
"From Mafia King to baby—that's new." I snorted resulting in a glare from him as we both turned to look at the person who said that.
"Vanessa," Ares acknowledged the woman with blonde hairs. She was wearing an extremely revealing dress also, reminding me of Dana.
"It's Vandetta." She corrected and I held in a laugh at the name. "Right, Vandetta. What do you want?"
"You know very well what I want." Vandetta replied with a roll of her eyes.
"You know very well that I won't give you what you want." Ares replied coldly, "I'm busy, like you can see. So go away."
"No! Who is this? Is she your new s*x toy? Look at her Ares— I'm better than her in every ways!" Vandetta stared at me with disgust present on her face.
"Let me guess," I ignored her comment, "a former one night stand."
After a few seconds of examining her, I spoke up again, "Italian, twenty five years old, you're the daughter of Bernard Vintigo—you look awfully like him. You just had s*x, no longer than twenty minutes ago, you were limping. And your natural hair colour is black. You're wearing eye contact, you barely sleep, you did a very bad job while trying to hide those dark circles."
"How the f**k do you even know all that?" She asked in disbelief as I gave her a smirk.
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