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Chapter Thirty One

"How do you know Cain?" Alana questioned once Cain had disappeared into the kitchen. She was someone grateful when he bumped into her. Although she had already decided that she would approach him, she had not gained enough courage to do so and it seemed as though he had not either as they came into contact accidently.  

"I was talking to him earlier on, why?" Micheal replied, his light eyes scanning the room as he gently directed them over to the couch, his arm still firmly wrapped around her waist. 

"No reason. I was just curious." Alana stated, her eyes wondering over to where she had last seen him. Walking out of the kitchen were Cain and a dark haired woman whose curves were undisguisable in the daringly short, black, sequined dress that she wore, as if trying to out dress the bride-to-be and her blood red lips smiled as she reacted to something which Cain had said. He on the other hand looked different. Different from the last time that Alana had set eyes on him. He no longer wore a cleanly shaven face but appeared as though he had not shaved for at least five days as he sported a scruffy beard and if he were trying to be a 'bad boy' or 'man' in his case. She had almost fainted when she had seen his unruly curls tamed and gelled straightly back. As if sensing her gaze, his dull hazel eyes found hers from across the room and for a second, he simply stared right back at her before turning away abruptly, his arm moving around the woman's shoulders as he pulled her somewhere.  

"Staring is rude." Someone whispered into her ear, causing her to jump slightly.  

"Ben!" Alana breathed, scowling at him as his bright brown eyes danced in amusement. 

"I wasn't staring for your information."  

"If you say so." 

"I do."  

"You mean you did." 

"Where's Micheal?" Alana realised, whilst changing the subject as she pushed some of her hair over her shoulder.  

"I told him to help Rosie with something. He's a nice guy." Ben repeated for maybe the one hundreth time. 

"You've been saying that since the day that you met him." Alana rolled her eyes, as she thought back to nearly a year earlier when the couple had insisted that she brought him along with her to visit them. 

"Well that's because he's good guy."  

"Did you come over here to talk about Micheal?" Alana wondered, her eyes narrowed as she watched him, annoyance beginning to form. 

"Yes. To say that he's a good guy." Ben said. 

"So you don't need to be worrying about anyone else." He added, his eyes drifting around the room as he took a sip of his beer. 

"Who told you that I was worrying about anyone else?" Alana frowned before a light bulb flickered on in her head. Of course, he was referring to Cain, as if she would go there again, Alana thought. 

"Well there's no need to worry, Ben." 

"Are you sure?"  

"Yes, I'm sure. He would barely speak to me or even shake my hand when he bumped into me earlier." Alana informed him. 

"I'm glad to hear about that. Have a lovely evening Alana and I hope to see you tomorrow if I don't get a chance to say bye tonight." Ben smiled, hugging her softly. 

"My baby is all grown up." He gushed, fluffing her hair around messily. 

"If you don't stop --"  

"Could I speak to you for a second please?" Cain interrupted rudely, his voice pleasantly unfriendly. 

"We were kind of talking." Ben pointed out.