His game (being rewritten)

Chapter VII

If you haven't yet, go check out my second story Wild Riders. It's gonna be full of adventure, drama, mystery, lust, romance and ya know, all the good stuff. ;)

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Flame

I was holding on tight to Landon's arm, hiding my head in his chest as we were passing the paparazzi on our way into the gala. So many questions were thrown our way from so many different directions and from so different people, all their voices started to mash up inside my head until nothing made any sense anymore. But Landon didn't seem to mind them. He didn't look phased at all actually. He was just calmly walking towards the large glass door that was keeping us from the peace of the inside of the castle-like building.

"Are you okay?" I felt his fingers on my cheeks, instantly making blood rush to it, making me warm up from head to toe. I looked up at him, to see his ice-cold eyes staring at me. But they seemed so much warmer now than when I first saw them. Damn, this man is messing with my head...

"Yes, I'm fine. I'm just not used to the media." I say with a little smile. He nods his head in understanding. I take in a breath and let it back out through my mouth, calming myself down, before a set of wooden doors opens up in front of us reviling hundreds of people, dressed o the tens, drinking, mingling and dancing with each other. We walk down the stairs that lead to the ballroom and I feel like the breathing I've one before walking in here didn't help at all.

As we walked down, and eyes started to look upon us, I couldn't hear anything but the clicking of my heels against the marble stairs. My self-confidence and composure started to fadeaways slowly and before I could freeze right there and then, a warm, large hand found it's way on my lower back. A gasp left my lips as I felt tingles go up to my spine. Turning my head to look at Landon he smirked at me and before I could realize we were already at the bottom of the stairs in each other's arms. On instinct, my arms fell around his neck and his grip tightened around my waist, at the moment it felt as if we've known each other for years.

My heartbeat quickened as his eyes shifted at my lips. How can he have such power over my body, we don't even know each other. We talked only twice! Yet, there is something pulling me closer, making me wish I could wake up by his side every morning, to be the one who lights up his day when he's in a bad mood, to be the one who'll truly understand him.

"Landon!" before I or he could have done anything stupid, a voice interrupted us. Landon's head snapped back, a smile plastered on his face. He took a step back so he was standing beside me, clearing the way for me to see who was wanting to talk to him, "Jace, I thought you're still in Italy." Landon embraced the man in front of us with his free hand. "Well, mom asked me to come here, said there is someone I'll have to meet, and I think I know who now." Jace's gaze fell on me, making me blush. He was a handsome man with broad shoulders and dark hair that reminded me of Landon's. Wait, did he just say mom?!

"Well brother, this is Flame," said Landon, pulling me even closer to his side, indicating that I'm his. "Flame-ing hot, you mean." My eyes widened at the voice behind me. It couldn't be. I could feel Landon's fingers dig into my side when the man's words reached his ears. His brother furrowed his eyebrows, looking straight over my head at the man. At Grant. Grant Walker to be precise. The man who brought hell into my life almost four years ago.

I closed my eyes, taking a breath before turning around, prepared to face him. It seems like breathing is the only thing I'm doing lately. I crossed my arms over my chest, looking him directly in the eyes as I said "How the hell did you get in here? You know this is a high-class event, not a pity party." Laughter. He laughed at me. "Don't act as if you're not happy to see me, babe." he winked at me, making me sick to my stomach. "Who are you?" it was Landon who spoke, probably noticing how uncomfortable I was, yet was acting tough. "Oh Flame, isn't he supposed to be your boyfriend? Shouldn't he know all your little dirty secrets?" he whispered the last three words, leaning closer and closer towards me. But before I could've said anything, I was pushed behind Landon's strong back. I was grateful he was protecting me like that, it made me feel as though he really cared about me and I wasn't just some stupid business deal. "I give you three seconds to leave us alone, or I'm calling security." I stuck my head over his shoulder, wanting to see the scene that was happening in front of me. "Pretty boy needs security 'cuz he can't handle himself, eh?" there it was again, that mocking laughter of Grant's that I always hated so much. "You way overstepped the time limit," Landon said with a calm voice. A way too calm voice, followed by a loud c***k and hard thud.

"Damn Landon, did you just break his nose?!" I could hear the shock and surprise in Jace's voice. To be fair, I was just as surprised as him. I stepped out of Landon's shadow, looking down at the ground. Yep, there he was. The big bad Grant on his knees holding his broken, bleeding nose. "I think we should go now." he grabbed my hand, leading us out of the ballroom.

That's what I call a good first impression. Not only did I last only ten minutes at the gala without drama, but Lanon had to break a nose because of the stupid decisions that I had made in the past with my peanut-sized brain.

I really have the worst of luck.