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"Of course, my brother praises you a lot." Cassius grinned, then left a gentle squeeze in my palm before slipping his hands into his pocket.
They were both blondes. Oliver and his brother shared the same genes. I didn't know much about the family tree, but they seemed to be cousins from the maternal side since the Master appeared to be distant from his father. I even wondered if the Master's father knew that his son was locking himself up to his room or if he was still alive.
Cassius had a nice skin. He was pale, but not pale as anemic pale, no. His lips were red and full. He was the most opposite of the Master that I could think of; confident and proud. He was more handsome than any other movie star out there. I hadn't met anyone like them in my twenty-five years of living. I did not mean that he was more beautiful than his cousin, which I wasn't really sure. The Master covered his face with a mask.
Oliver seemed overly glad about his brother's presence. He just couldn't stop smiling, "Alayna, share the dinner with us,"
"I prepared the dinner. It's for the Master but he told me you'll take care of it. I still cooked it just in case he decided to call me," I pressed a hard line on my lips. He sent me away after making me confuse and made my fantasies real.
"The Master fainted Alayna and we wanted to ask you what happened before you left," Oliver asked with a frown.
I clasped my mouth in surprise. "W-why? What happened? Did he—"
"Did something happened?" he asked.
"We just—talked," I swallowed then I looked away. As much as I wanted to tell Oliver what happened, I wasn't comfortable talking about the Master to him with his brother around. He was suddenly making me conscious of him. I didn't know. I had to admit, I found him very attractive. What's going on with me? I'm not this kind of person.
"What did you talk about?" Cassius asked. His voice made me jolt. He cocked his head to my side.
"Hmm... It was nothing important,"
"Are you sure?" Oliver asked.
"Yeah. It's nothing important," I laughed nervously, "and he sent me away." I swallowed. Well...something happened—ish.
"Okay," Oliver nodded. "I'll take care of it. You should rest after the dinner."
I nodded, "Sure. Thank you. I'll just serve the dinner," I forced a smile.
Cassius smiled back, "I would love to taste whatever you give us."
"Hmm!" Cassius sang in approval as he tastes a spoonful of the lasagna I made. "Tastes good. This reminds me of my Venice days." He said while he chews his food slowly in his mouth. I watched his red lips as he deliciously ran his tongue on his lower lip. I looked away quickly. I abruptly thought how would it be like if those lips on mine and his arms wrapped around my waist. I mentally slapped myself in embarrassment. I suddenly felt like I was betraying the Master which was not really a betrayal because we weren't even together.
What is wrong with me? It is not wrong to become attracted to someone when you are single! "Uh, thank you." I smiled.
"Alayna studied culinary and she actually worked at a restaurant in Venice," Oliver explained.
"Oh, really? Because I swear this is what an authentic lasagna tastes like." Cassius said, and then he ate another spoonful of his food. "Hmm...fantastic."
"Brandon would not hire her if she's not talented," Oliver commented then he took a sip of his red wine. Oliver winked at me. I suddenly wanted a sip for myself but I noticed that we already emptied the bottle. I gulped hard.
"Indeed." Cassius agreed.
"We need more wine." Oliver said, "Do you want something else to drink brother?"
"A glass of scotch, please," Cassius answered.
"Alright!" Oliver stood quickly and he exited the door, leaving me and Cassius alone.
An awkward silence dominated the dining room. I watched him as he sliced the bread and he ate a bite size.
"So... I heard that Brandon has a thing for you," Cassius's voice echoed in my ear then he looked at me, "and something happened before you left his room. Did you touch him?" he asked straightforwardly.
I swallowed hard. "Why would I do that?"
"Simply because you like him." He grinned meaningfully. "Why did you tell Oliver that nothing happened when he asked you?"
"Because nothing really happened."
He chuckled, "Hmm... You're not good at lying. So, what's your reason?" He ate another bite size of his bread, "Come on, I won't tell Oliver."
I couldn't believe it! He's not just overconfident; he was self-absorbed. Truly, a person's outside appearance does not mirror the inside. "I said it was nothing important," I snapped.
His eyes peered, "Brandon's not going to be like that if nothing happened. You touched him. I know for sure."
"H-how could you know?"
"Because I was his doctor and I know his condition."
I held my breath and gritted my teeth.
"Tell me while Oliver is still busy. I was really planning to talk with you alone."
"I already answered to what you're asking." I looked away. God, I thought he was nice. He was just another bastard.
"Hmm...alright, another question. Are you seeing someone?"
I gaped at him. How did that become your business? "I have no boyfriend!"
"Shh..." he looked around and then he looked back to me, "No boyfriend? Then who are you talking to on the phone?"
"I was talking to my mother. Why are you asking me things like this? Who do you think you are?" I said loudly. I stood from my seat.
"What's wrong with my question? If you are not hiding anything? Why are you getting angry?" He looked up to me.
"W-why would I hide anything?"
"Then why don't you tell me the truth?"
"I already told you."
"No, you didn't. Why?" he grinned playfully.
I blew out a sharp breath, "Poisonous bastard." I whispered.