A slow grins forms on the man's face, "My, you are a beautiful one. Wish I could say you're not his usual type but the bastard never had one."

"Excuse me?" I narrow my eyes to him.

He waves his hand dismissively, "Never mind. So are the infamous Akira Ray huh? Paul mentioned some great deeds about you though he failed to inform your beauty."

I decide that Paul is a gossiper here. If I recall correctly he was the one who told Martha about me.

"You clearly know me and it would be only fair if I also know you." I state feeling little uncomfortable under his hawk like gaze.

He chuckles in a deep voice and moves a bit closer to me, "I like you. I'm-"

"Stay the fuck away from my girl, Dante." Romero's loud threatening voice rings from behind the stranger before he himself appears beside me and snakes his arm around my waist.

"Is it any way to greet your uncle? I'm disappointed King." The man, Dante tsks in mock scolding.

Uncle?

"If the uncle is you then yes, it's perfectly good way to greet." Romero retorts.

Dante smirks and it reminds me the way Romero does. I see the similarities now, they both are tall with attractive features. How could I miss they both share same grey eyes, though Romero has a hint of blue in them.

"I'm hurt kid. You got yourself a pretty girl and didn't even bother to tell me." I don't believe him for a second and I think neither does Romero.

"Fuck off." Romero grumbles.

Not looking a bit offended by his nephew's response, Dante shifts his eye to me. "Forgive him for his poor manners Miss. Ray. I am Dante, Dante King, uncle of this mannerless lad. A pleasure to finally meet you." He offers his hand for me to shake. I have never seen someone talk to Romero like this, so freely, apart from Slade. Romero must be close to him, well as close as possible for Romero.

"Akira please and it's good to meet you too." I take his hand and shake it firmly.

He doesn't release my hand right away and makes a bold move to kiss my hand but before his lips could touch my hand Romero not-so-gently pulls it out of his grasp and glowers at him, "Keep your eyes and fucking lips to yourself or I wouldn't be hold responsible of my actions."

Dante merely raises a surprised a brow, "Well, I'll be damned."

"Why are you here Dante?" Romero questions him bluntly and without any real greetings.

Dante's face looses all humour and turns into serious one, "I was informed you are taking over Raymond industry."

"I am." My boyfriend agrees.

Dante nods in understanding, "Good. I need to tell you something regarding that and I also heard you are selling one of the clubs here."

Kingly.

My heart thuds just by thinking about that place and it's definitely not in good way. I remember Romero telling me about that.

"You heard right."

My phone buzzes with text. I leave it to see later after their discussion is over or whenever I get a chance.

Dante scowls at the answer, "Why? The club was doing good and I don't see any profit in your decision."

Romero's eyes snaps to me for a small fleeting moment before returning back to Dante. "I have my reasons." He doesn't elaborate further.

Dante gets the hint to not push him and shrugs, "Very well. I'm waiting in your office," then looking at me he smiles, "I hope to see you again Akira."

"I won't bet on it." Romero snaps, irrigated.

I nudge him slightly and that action doesn't go unnoticed by Dante for his smile widens, "It was great meeting you Mr. King." I return his smile.

"Call me Dante, will you? Mr. King is too formal and you are practically family now."

Ignoring his last comment I give him my nod, "I will, Dante."

He stares at both of us for a second, something flash in his eyes that he covers instantly. Giving me his one last disarming smile, that is so similar to Romero's dimple one, he walks away.

I turn to face Romero, "You uncle is interesting."

His one hand trails up through my arm, "If you put it like that otherwise he is an asshole."

He wouldn't admit it but I can see he is fond of his uncle and cares a great deal about him. I think I have read somewhere about Romero living with his father's younger brother after his father's death.

"Did he take care of you after your father's death?" I voice my thought.

He snorts, "He barely knew how to take care of a child but yes, he took me under his protection."

"Is he married?" I ask him. Dante may be handsome but not young.

Scoffing at my question, he drops his hand from my arm, "No, he is not. He likes to think he is still in his youth."

"He is good looking though." I probably shouldn't have said this knowing his jealousy but I couldn't control myself.

He presses his lip in thin line as he glares down at me, "Is he?"

Oh my sweet, jealous and overly possessive Romero.

I shake my head in denial, blinking my eyes innocently, "Of course not. You are the good looking one."

Hauling me to his chest he grabs a fistful of my hair and lowers his head, "Why don't I just show you how good I am, huh?"

All my protest dies when he bites my lips and a moan of greed escapes from my throat. Taking the opportunity he slides his tongue in my mouth and ravishes it thoroughly.

Showing exactly how good he is.

A never thought that I would enjoy a kiss this much but now I don't think I could survive even an hour without his kiss. Every time his lips leave my skin, I wait for the next time it would touch me again. It's like I am always yearning for his each kisses and when I have them I feel like I'm fueled up to operate until next stall.

When we come out of our moment breathing heavily and dazed in lust for each other, my phone buzzes again. Shoving him lightly away from me I pick it out of my pocked and on unlocking I find text from Sydney.

'I need to talk to you. Can you please come back here?'

It seems like an urgent matter but what could she probably wants to talk about? And that to me. Not knowing full information about anything puts me on tension. Inhaling deeply I show it to Romero who has been studying my face with a sheer fascination.

"I need to back to my dorm. Sydney needs me."

Lowering his arms he straightens up, "I will take you there."

"No. Your uncle is waiting for you. Go attend him." I deny to his demand firmly.

He shrugs, "He can wait."

I shake my head, "Or I can take bus."

He growls in response, "Like hell you will!"

I don't back down and stare him hard. When he still doesn't give in I sigh. I should have known better than to think he'd agree. "It would be rude to leave your uncle waiting here when he came all way just to talk with you and I don't want that. Please?" I say softly to reach him.

He groans and I know I won, "Fine. I'm not coming with you but there is no way you're taking bus. You will take a car from the garage with you. You can drive right?"

"I can but-"

He places a finger on my lips stopping me to speak any further, "It's either that or I'm coming with you. Your choice." He smiles because he knows he got me.

Bloody arse

He has to have last say!

Scowling, I bite his finger hard. He doesn't even flinches instead looks amused now, his smile still in its place. "So you like it rough huh? Don't worry I'll keep it in my mind for future references."

My eyes widens at the implication of his words.

He didn't!

Oh he most definitely did!

Blushing hard, I stumble few step away from him and send him a furious glare. In reaction he just chuckles and taps my nose playfully. Swatting it away I glower at him, "You are jerk."

"And you are a prude." Is his answer.

Placing my hands on my hip, I demand, "Where are the keys?"

"Right there." Entertained by my demand, he points at the table behind me.

Walking toward the keys I pick one set and start to move past him. He doesn't let me though and spins me around to face by grabbing my shoulder. My breath hitches at the intensity of his eyes, they hold something primal and raw in them.

He caress my cheek with feather like touch and whispers, "I will miss you."

All the mock anger turns into ash and my shoulder slumps, "I will miss you too." I whisper back, pushing some of fallen hairs away from his forehead.

His fingers trails down to my neck and he presses a wet, lingering kiss on my pulse point, speeding up his rate. "Come back to me."

Not able to say anything right I just nod in answer.

I love you.

Though I don't say that aloud and pace toward the front door with accelerated pulses.

The events after that happens in blur moment and when I enter my room I spot Syd on the couch looking miserable. Her eyes are puffy and face swollen, it's clear that she has been crying for a while.

I immediately approach her, "Hey what's wrong?"

She raises her tear filled eyes to me, "I cheated on Luke."

Okay

This is certainly not something I expected.