My Trophy Boy

Chapter 53 Part 4: Whats To Come?

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This devilishly handsome mad man was the verb of the adjective; the action of my description of him.

He wore a light grey turtleneck that fitted him perfectly, showing me his defining muscles. Michael's body was perfectly sculpted.
His hair was in a low bun, his side bangs swooped over his ears. Now was inconvenient, but I wanted to play with his silky hair again. It was so soft!
He wore fitted mahogany chinos which had me staring at his toned legs. He looked good, but what was the occasion?

I was sitting in the living room, looking at the handsome psycho. He was so nonchalant now, as if nothing happened. He was explosive, but with how he looks now you wouldn't of guessed it. He was on his phone smiling, clearly texting someone.

"Who are you texting?" I asked, feeling as if I had the right to.

He paused for a second and looked over to me. His smile wavered before turning into a different smile.. a kind smile.
"Felix." He stated bluntly before returning to his phone.

"Ugh." I disliked Felix. He clearly didn't like me and so I don't like him. Usually I didn't care if someone didn't like me, but I actually don't like his energy. Paris' perception was that he was sweet, but shy. When I expressed how I found him bitchy she rambled about all the sweet gifts he brought for Quinton and the tray of tarts he had brought for me. I didn't get to try the tarts, because Paris and Chris ate them.

"When do we get to eat?" I sighed at my rumbling stomach. The aroma was tickling my hungry-self.

"In a couple of minutes." He responded, whilst texting his little boyfriend.

I felt frustrated. I'm here sitting in his presence whilst he gives me no attention after nearly killing a guy over nothing. A guy I felt so sorry for, not knowing how he was coping.

Since I can't go in the kitchen until Mr Grant finishes setting the table, I might as well go check the poor man outside.

I stood up and attempted to walk past the devil. He looked at me with glaring eyes as if to say 'where are you going?'.

"Excuse me, I need the loo." I don't know why I lied. I had a feeling that he wouldn't let me past him otherwise.

He let me pass and I did go to the bathroom to see if there was a first aid hit. I picked up some wipes and some plasters, I couldn't find anything else. I then went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and a cloth with I filled with ice.

As I tried to open the front door I felt Quinton's presence, but I didn't turn around. The front door was locked. Frick!

"What are you doing?" His deep chilling voice interrupted my movements.

I jumped on the spot before turning around with a blunt expression.
"Unlock the door, please."

"Why?" He frowned.

He's so sexy, but so scary at the same time.

"Because I said so. I want to check on Lyron. You can then go back to messaging Felix." I sighed with my hands full.

"Lyron will be fine-"

"Open the rasclart door!" I felt annoyed by him trying to barricade me.

He squinted his eyes at me as he slowly approached me. I stepped to the side to allow him to unlock the front door. I looked away from him as I rolled my eyes at his deluxe scent. He was such a good smelling man like all the time. I wonder how many colognes he has.

He opened the door for me and stepped out first. I followed behind him shocked to see that Lyron was not here.

"Where is he?" I asked.