I groan, turning around in bed about to wrap my arms around Seb. But when I don't feel his face between my tits my eyebrows furrow.

Slowly opening my eyes to see myself alone in bed, covering my yawn with the back of my hand as I look at the clock. 5:15am and this man is missing, idiota.

I throw the covers off of me and roll my eyes when the cold air hits my bare legs, I only have a pair of nike pro shorts on and a button up that belongs to Seb. Slipping my feet into my cow slippers before rubbing my eyes.

I walk out of my room and slowly down the hallway, I can hear the slightest voices coming from downstairs, the shadow of the lights on downstairs.

The sound of my slippers hitting the white marble tiles is the loudest sound registering to my sleepy brain. I push some hair away from my face while walking down the stairs, towards the voices.

Who the hell is he talking to?

Walking down the main hall and towards the living room, shaking my head slightly when I hear Seb's voice talking about killing someone. I mean it's a regular thing for him.

Forcing my eyes to open fully, I walk into the living room and can't help but freeze in my tracks. "What the fuck," I mutter when I see Dominico sitting on the modern white couch in my living room. His black blazer and slacks standing out against the light interior.

His eyes fall to me and he gives me a small wink, leaning back and spreading his legs to get comfortable. Seb turns around and gives me a small smile before putting his phone on the coffee table.

"What is he doing here?" I ask Seb, my eyes glaring at him daring him to say it. He really won't let it go, will he? I don't understand why he wants to hurt John so badly.

Dominico fake winces from my words as if they were a bullet to his chest, "way to say hi, principessa" he grabs his chest like he's bleeding out.

Seb and I both glare at him, probably for two very different reasons.

They both look tired as hell, their dark hair resting messily on their heads, Seb didn't even bother putting his shirt on properly and has his black button up left open.

Dominico's shirt has the first few buttons undone his eyes hooded and red as if he just smoked all of Nico's weed.

"Is that a white hair, big bro?" I ask him and he raises an eyebrow, not even panicking like I wanted him to. He only runs a hand through his dark hair - that has no white hairs - and shrugs. Dammit.

"Go to bed, Ximena" Seb sighs and I roll my eyes before sitting myself right beside him on the couch, Dominico cringes when I interlock our fingers, turning to the side as if he's throwing up.

He's almost 34 and acting like this, but he has his mother's genes. Him and Ares both do, they look not a bit older than 25.

I hope I age like them...

I ignore Seb's words since that's what he deserves, this man never listens to a thing I say. But I just can't be mad at him, I can act like it though. "What are you two plotting?" I ask, leaning back on the couch and placing my head on Seb's forearm.

So much for acting mad

"Different ways to kill someone," Dominico says as if it's the most normal thing in the world. Sometimes I tend to forget most of my friends are mass murderers...And whatever type of crazy Nico is.

I look up and sigh when Seb doesn't tell me he's joking, instead of being mad at him like I want to be I wrap my arm around his before yawning. "Care to explain why you're talking about this at 5 in the morning?"

Maybe I'm the tiniest bit salty that I woke up without Seb beside me, the smallest fraction though.

Dominico shrugs while closing his eyes and leaning his head back to face the roof, "he just got here a bit ago," Seb pauses and looks at me with a softer look then he was giving Dominico, "go back to sleep, Abby" he whispers before leaning down and kissing my forehead.

I roll my eyes and rest my cheek against his bicep again, I am way too stubborn to tell him I can't and don't like sleeping without him.

But before any of us could say a single word we heard an over exaggerated groan, "we have another meeting in 30, Madden-" I look over my shoulder and saw Akira frozen in her steps, looking at Dominico on our couch.

I lift my legs up and drop them onto one of Seb's thighs, my right leg goes to fall off but before it could I felt his warm hand lightly grab onto my skin and keep me on him.

"I think we should skip it," I suggest to her and hear her stammering, stuttering on her words. That is not something the oh so great Akira Kai does, ever. What the hell is up with this girl?

"Spit it out, angioletto" Dominico sighs, his eyes still closed as he readjusts himself on the couch to be more comfortable, even though we all - probably not Akira - know he is just like Ivy and has insomnia, got it from his dad apparently.

[Little angel]

Seb's thumb rubs small circles on my thigh as I look at Akira, confused as to why she's being so nervous all of the sudden. Her eyes meet mine and her eyes widen the slightest bit asking me why he's here.

I narrow mine and ask her why his presence makes her like this, she gives me a 'what the hell is going on' and I roll my eyes, not really knowing myself.

I shoot her a, 'please skip the meeting with me' look and she narrows her eyes telling me to stop changing the subject.

When I see she's all dressed up, has her hair and makeup done for the meeting I take a deep breath and smash my face against Seb's chest. Groaning into the soft fabric of his shirt realising I'm probably going to have to attend the meeting.

But before I could drag her along and ask what I should wear I heard another voice, "you ready to go, baby?" Luke asks from behind her and when I look up, I cringe when I see him kissing her neck.

We all know what team I'm on.

Not looking for any specific reaction, not at all. I look towards Dominico who lifts his head the slightest bit and watches Luke place a kiss on Akira's lips, I watch his face turn into a disinterested one before he rolls his eyes.

Not what I was expecting but okay there.

"Yeah, let's just wait for Abby and then we can leave" she leans up and kisses his cheek, his eyes fall to me and how I lay on Seb's chest before he looks me up and down with a weird look. Seb's grip on my thigh turns tighter before pulling me tighter against him.

Luke looks back to Akira and sighs, "I'll be late to my meeting, we have to go right now or else you can catch a ride with Abby" he says my name as if it annoys him to think that his girl wants to wait for her best friend to be ready, gosh he's kinda a jerk.

I see Akira take a deep breath, keeping herself composed before she sends him a smile. "I'll see you tonight for the dinner," she tells him while fixing his tie.

I watch Dominico's jaw clench as he forces himself to look away, I can even hear the small scoff that left his lips and press my face into Seb's chest, hiding my grin that most likely makes me look like pennywise.

Abbywise... That's not it Consy, that's just not it.

Fine, I'll think of a better one.

I slip my hand under Seb's shirt and caress his skin with my thumb, he hates Luke. He walked into the apartment with me and the first impression with him and Luke wasn't good, Luke said I was overreacting and he was pissed about me making Akira lose a sponsorship.

"Wear something my mom would like," Luke doesn't even kiss Akira goodbye before leaving, giving me one last dirty look - which I gladly return - before striding out of our apartment.

The awkwardness in the silence only gets thicker and thicker, the eye contact Akira and Dominico are holding is probably as thick as Aaron Blackford's fucking dick.

That was a weird analogy.

Thanks

"Okay!" I exclaim like the fake bitch I am, grinning so hard from the jealousy oozing off of Dominico.

Waving my hand back and forth as if I smell something burning when I walk past Dominico, which was a mistake because he takes his foot and lightly kicks the back of my knee causing me to trip.

I clear my throat before turning and glaring at the asshole, "you two continue your...Amazing conversation, we're getting ready" we're as in me, but that's the same thing if I use Akira as my personal mannequin.

I grab her wrist before pulling her up the stairs, "what happened between you two at the wedding?" I yell whisper asking about all the fucking details, her cheeks burn red as we run up the stairs like excited school girls about to talk about our new crushes.

"Nothing, drop it" she glares but I close my room door before grabbing her shoulders and pinning her against some random wall. My eyes narrow and she glares harder, "he never gets jealous, he barely communicates with girls. Well except for his mother, me and Ivy." I explain.

He avoids abuela because she scares him...

Her cheeks only get redder, "we kinda..." she trails off and I shake her shoulders trying shake it outta her. "We fucked-" she blurts out and her eyes widen before slapping a hand over her lips, doing some cursing in Japanese.

My eyes widen and I freeze, don't be happy Abby. She has a boyfriend, do not be happy.

"He tied me to the bed," she blurts again before slamming another hand over her mouth as if her mouth has a mind of its own, my face scrunches up. Oh damn...

She reads my look before gasping, assuming something way different then what I was thinking and is why she says what she did next. "Consensually, of course."

Before I could say anything she grabs my face, my eyebrows shot up from surprise, "we should get you ready, if you don't make a big deal about it I'll tell you everything after the meeting." she whispers quickly and I nod.

Never had nodded so fucking fast, she also nods and then starts thinking about something.

I gasp before slapping her hip, "are you thinking about it?" I squeal and to prove my theory her blush spreads to her neck. I gasp and before I could squeal again she slams her hand over my mouth with a glare.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.