“Idol”
1036 Words
24hrs ago
A black, sleek sports car screeched into the magnificent building's driveway, its sudden arrival raising eyebrows.
The car door swung open, and a pair of white, sparkling sneakers stepped out, followed by a young man in his early twenties.
His platinum-blonde hair shone brightly, its thickness and texture evident even from a distance. His skin was a radiant, porcelain white. He wore an outfit that epitomized opulence: a black tailcoat with intricate silver embroidery, a white shirt with billowy sleeves, and black trousers tailored to perfection.
A diamond-encrusted earring glinted in his left ear. His piercing azure eyes scanned the surroundings as he hummed a tune, likely from the music playing through his headset.
"Welcome, Second Young Master," the guards greeted him with a bow, but he didn't acknowledge them, seemingly oblivious to their presence. Instead, he continued to vibe to his music, lost in his own world.
As he entered the sitting room, he was startled by two tiny creatures who looked uncannily like him, playing around the room.
No, scratch that – they were carbon copies of his brother. It had been only three years since he left the country, and his brother couldn't possibly have fathered them within that timeframe.
Thus, is brother wasn't exactly known for his involvement with women, and there were even rumors about his sexuality.
The twins, oblivious to his presence, continued playing until Andria's eyes landed on him, and she let out a cute little frown.
"Are we some kind of quadruplets?
Why does everyone look like us?" she asked, finally making Andrea aware of the stranger's presence. Andrea rolled his eyes.
"Don't be stupid, Ria. This just means he's probably related to us."
Andria's face lit up. "So, what's your name, cute man?" she asked, and he stared at them, speechless.
"Fine, if you don't want to tell us your name, but I'm Andria, and he's Andrea. Nice to meet you, cute man."
Andria chimed in, "Yeah, I'm going to call you cute man from now on because you look so cute! But my dad is cuter, right, Andrea?" Andria asked while Andrea rolled his eyes again.
The young man was taken aback by their intelligence and confidence, despite appearing to be only five or six years old.
Finding his voice, he responded, "Who told you that? I'm clearly more cute and handsome than your dad! He's old and in his late twenties, but I'm younger, in my early twenties, so that makes me cuter."
Andria shot back, "Who told you that? My dad is so handsome and hot that even my hardheaded mom couldn't resist his charm!"
If only her mom could hear her at the moment.
“Andrea explain to him, our dad looks so hot right”? Whether in his late twenties or not, I mean all our female teachers couldn’t even take their eyes off him for even a minute Andria bragged.
And he just look at her speechlessly while Andrea just rolled his eyes
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“Breakfast is ready", the chief butler announced.
Andria clinked her tongue with a mischievous smile before running towards the dining, while Andrea followed quietly behind her.
“Careful Ria”, Xavier said descending from the stairs.
“Good morning dad the twins chorused, and he took turns kissing them both on the cheek.
“I guess I’m suddenly invincible, Reid asked.
What brings you here Xavier asked, totally ignoring his question…
"Woah! Big bro don’t tell me you didn’t even miss me, I mean its been three f*****g years", Reid complained earning, a glare from the latter.
Mind what you say in front of my kids, Xavier warned, that’s if you still value your tongue he added..
“ Opps my bad“,Reid replied...
Present time
{...D's Entertainment...
Reid settled into a chair in front of his brother, still trying to wrap his head around the adorable twins.
"I still can't believe they're both my nephew and niece," he said, shaking his head.
"I almost thought a certain someone was gay," Reid teased, earning a glare from Xavier.
Xavier's expression turned stern, and he massaged his temples, clearly frustrated.
But Reid continued to poke fun at his brother.
"So, tell me, big bro, how was it? Sweet, or... you know, since you were a virgin?" Xavier's glare intensified, and he commanded.
"Get out, Reid."
Reid stood up, still grinning. "At least tell me when I'll get to see my sister-in-law." Xavier's response was immediate and thunderous:
"Now!"
Reid turned to leave, pouting, when his phone dinged, indicating an incoming message.
A satisfied smirk spread across his face as he read the content. Knowing his brother would never reveal the identity of the twins' mother, Reid had spent the entire night researching.
And then, he stumbled upon a picture of Alita and the twins at the airport.
"Idol," he muttered, stunned.
Reid had been a die-hard fan of Alita for as long as he could remember, until she mysteriously vanished from the industry six years ago.
Although he had stumbled upon some pictures of her a few days ago, he hadn't thoroughly examined the twins' facial features.
To confirm his suspicions, he sent the pictures to his private investigator for further evidence. The message he received now was from the investigator.
Reid's mind reeled as he processed the revelation: his idol, Alita, was his long-awaited sister-in-law.
Just then, he heard familiar voices coming from the corridor, engaged in a heated argument. He recognized one of the voices as Anna, the secretary and also his f*ck mate.
As he approached, he saw Anna about to slap someone. The person looked familiar, and Reid's eyes widened as he realized it was Alita.
"Wait, is she mad or did she win a free ticket to hell?" Reid wondered, amused. He couldn't let Anna raise her hands to his sister-in-law. "I bet big bro is going to chop off those hands, and it would be a waste of talent – those hands have done wonders to my junior down there."
Reid intervened, stopping Anna mid-swing. "As good as those hands are on my d**k, I don't think I'll be able to save them when they're chopped off."
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