The Besotted

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Yoh. Of all the things that I thought would happen today, meeting Dixon's grandfather, thee motherfucking Daniel Sin, never crossed my mind. I never thought that today would be the day that my loyalty to Dixon would be put to the test.

I don't even have to question what it is he's doing here, not with Lana standing by his side and Dixon on another continent. But I am determined to face whatever onslaught awaits me with my head held high no matter how fucking terrified I feel on the outside.

Despite my cool and calm outward demeanor, inside I am dying. I am shitting myself. My heart is pounding. It's taking everything in me to stand here and act like my body doesn't want to throw itself out the window.

Daniel Sin is exactly what you would expect of an upper-class asshole. Tall, with grey hair meticulously combed, sharp nose, high cheekbones eyes blue and cold like shards of ice, and a regal posture that gives him that undeniable air of authority.

He towers over all of us like a being that he is, in the most beautiful double-breasted navy suit, matching tie, and a crisp white shirt. Not a crinkle, or any flaw in sight.

"By that look, I take it you know who I am..." Even his voice is high handed and contemptuous like he's already bored of my presence.

I don't like it at all, "I was actually thinking how the security of this place is a joke, but okay."

"You've met my associate Lana..."

I barely glance at her, "I've seen her around," I say, squaring my shoulders for whatever attack is about to follow, "I'd introduce you to my friends but you don't strike me as the type of man who shows up anywhere without knowing exactly who's in the room so let's cut to the chase, shall we?"

I could try to be polite and amicable like I was when I met his grandkids at that ball but he's looking down his nose at us like we are a nuisance. Like we don't even deserve to breathe the same air as him.

"You must be in a hurry to get to your daughter's ceremony--" Of course he knows about that, "As a man who values tradition myself, I'm willing to overlook your discourteousness just this once."

I've already pissed him off, it seems. Good, "I really just want to know how may I be of assistance to you and Lana?"

His stone cold expression doesn't change, doesn't waver. But his eyes would freeze me dead if they could, "I came to invite you to dinner tonight."

Bullshit.

Even my friends can't help but scoff at this information.

"You crossed oceans to come have dinner with me?" I know he doesn't think that I'm this dumb.

Daniel's jaw tenses. He does not like that I'm questioning him, "I actually had business in the city, and while I have time, why not get to know Dixon's... new friend?"

My guy left here yesterday morning with his face drenched with my juices. I'm not his friend.

"Or we could wait for Dixon to introduce us at his time and pace. If I'm really just his new friend, shouldn't it be his call whether he wants us to meet?"