“Well helloooo who do we have here? A lost kitten perhaps?”
He cooed to me while chuckling at my red face.
“Don’t touch her!”
They both yelled to the man. He raised an eyebrow backing off a bit but still had an arm slinked around my waist.
“Well, I finally got your attention! Peyton you ass-hole leaving me there to all those women-”
Demyan snarled cutting the man named Viktor off.
“What are you doing here?”
“What do you think I’m doing here, I always knew you weren’t too bright but this is just astounding! A new level, congratulations!”
Viktor clapped sarcastically. Demyan glared harshly.
“Answer the question," He said with venom dripping off his tongue.
“Peyton and I are hanging out before his concert.”
Viktor replied simply shrugging.
“O-oh! When’s the concert?”
I forced laughed trying to clear the air a bit from all the tension.
Peyton answered, his face lighting up while strolling over to me.
“Want to come with us? I can obviously get you best seats in the house.”
I shook my head and was about to say no when someone cut me off.
“No, she’s mine.”
Demyan pushed me behind him in a possessive way.
Dang, I feel like a carcass that a bunch of wolves are fighting over.
I sighed, face palming.
Viktor shrugged turning around with Peyton in tow.
“Suit your self kitten.”
Viktor looked at me once more, his leering eyes doing a clean swoop of my whole body as he licked his lips before turning around and walking away. My face was hot and bright red; I felt like I had melted under his smoldering gaze.
He totally just checked me out and licked his lips…w-what a weirdo!
I grasped at my face looking at the ground.
“See you ‘round lil' bro.”
Viktor said as he was walking away.
“Go screw yourself!”
Demyan flipped his older brother off. Resulting in a short wave and laugh from Viktor.
Wait. Older brother?!
I looked back at Demyan then at Viktor's retreating form. It made sense! They totally did look alike! But it seemed that they had a tense air around them.
I guess they just aren’t on too much of brotherly terms.
I nodded to myself. Demyan then turned to me. I smiled up at him.
“Let's grab something to eat, yeah?”
I said grabbing his hand and leading him back out to the parking lot. Demyan was quiet the whole time his hand tense onto mine. As we got in the car he turned to me expectantly.
“I know a good little diner around here.”
As he drove I gave him directions. He was quiet most of the time, unless I said something funny to him when he would scoff at my stupidity, or something along those lines.
YOU ARE READING
The year is 2015 and Chenoa's family is poor, so they are doing what any regular family would, Auction dates with her off to rich men. When she is won by the dark haired, green eyed celebrity Demyan Levontav things start to heat up. How will Chenoa...