"Can you not play with the fucking soap?" Vincent groaned as I blew soap into his face for the second time.

"Why?" I giggled, making him a soapy beard. "You look cute."

I laughed even more when he looked unamused. "Nothings funny; no one is laughing but you."

I peck his lips. "You'll be alright, baby." I splashed him with water.

"I'm alright; I'm done."

"No," I whined as he got up. "I wanted to play with the nipple piercings."

"You're a fucking weirdo, A'roya."

I laughed my ass off as he glared at me. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry!" I said in between breaths. "Come back."

I took one look at his face, and I started laughing again. "A'roya, what the fuck? Nothing is fucking funny."

"I'm sorry...I can't. It's just your face." I held my stomach. "Whew! Goddamn, you gave me a good laugh."

"What good laugh?! I didn't say anything funny, dumbass."

I started laughing again.

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"Vincent," I whined.

"No."

I laughed. "Vincent, I'm sorry."

"No. I don't care."

I shrieked-laughed, and he glared at me. "I can't help it; I'm always in a good mood with you."

"Go fuck yourself," Vincent said.

I smirked, closing his laptop and sitting on his lap. "Or you can fuck me, sir."

He also immediately grabbed my ass, forcing his mouth on mine, putting me on top of the table.

As soon as he lifted my shirt, the doorbell rang.

He looked confused at first. "Definitely not my sisters."

"Well, then, who'd be visiting you?" I asked against his lips.

"I don't know. Hold on." Vincent leaves me on the table, disappearing into thin air.

I grabbed a pack of snickers and sat back on the table. Vincent was gone for at least five minutes, and I had eaten about five snickers. I was about to eat my sixth when Vincent popped back up with two other people.

I smiled confusingly. "Hi? Who–"

"Ah," the old woman with gray eyes said. "I see. She's your mate."

Vincent sighed. "A'roya, these are my parents. Valisha and Vernon."

I gasped. "Oh, hi! Nice to meet you guys."

I shook both their hands, and his mother gasped. I pulled my hand back and looked at Vincent with concern. Did I shake too hard?

"What is it, Val?" The old man with green eyes and black hair asked Vernon. He was almost as tall as Vincent.

"I must discuss with you later, Vincent." She only said, and Vincent groaned.

"What are you doing here?"

His mom waved him off. "Vivian told me that you had a mate. I didn't know she was a wi–human. You're so beautiful." She complimented.

I smiled. "Thank you."

"I wanted to congratulate you on the company's progress, and your mother wanted to tag along." His dad said truthfully, and his mother slapped his chest.

"Vernon!"

"Valisha."

Well, Vincent is almost a carbon copy of his father.

Meanwhile, Vincent is glaring at his parents, probably angry that they came at the wrong time.

"Thank you, now, A'roya and I are kind of busy."

"Don't you want to know about Vicktoria?" His mother asked.

"No, mother, I don't care about Vicktoria. She tried to attack A'roya."

Vernon snickers, but he immediately stops when Valisha glares at him.

"It's not funny, Vernon. He shouldn't rip off his sister's arm."

"She shouldn't attack A'roya. She's innocent. Simple."

She shook her head. "She isn't, though. She's married."

I chuckled nervously and shook my head. "I'm in the process of divorcing him."

"Which would be none of your fucking business, mother."

Vernon shook his head as if he knew what was coming. "Valisha, we should get going."

"No, she's also a witch. How could you be mated to the same witch who killed your brother?!"

"She is none of your fucking concern." Vincent spat, and his mother slapped him as my jaw went wide.

"Valisha!" Vernon snapped his fingers, his green eyes going red for only a second, and Valisha disappeared.

I gasped. "I–"

"A'roya, don't. It's not worth your time." Vincent

Vernon smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, she's still grieving."

I smiled back. "I understand."

Vernon nodded. "I'll come to the building to talk,"

Vincent nodded, and Vernon disappeared.

I looked at Vincent with concern. "Vincent, actual question, but am I the one who killed your brother? Did I–"

I might actually be going insane.

"No," Vincent answered, cupping my face. "You're a descendant of a witch who just so happened to kill my brother 'cause he decided to rape her. It's why I could care less about his death, but my mother doesn't know that."

"Oh, ok," I said with actual relief.

Vincent started laughing at me. "A'roya, you're so dumb. 'Am I the one who killed your brother?' fucking dumbass."

I pulled out my middle finger, and even though I was utterly fawning over his dimples, he was being an ass.

"Fuck you; I'm the only one allowed to laugh at you."

"Come make me then."

I glared at him.

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"I'm not wearing that to a beach." I deadpanned.

"You should." Vincent shrugged.

Vincent suggested we go to the mall to shop for things we need in Jamaica. I said yes, 'cause he's paying.

I rolled my eyes. "It's lingerie, dummy."

I didn't get a word response; instead, Vincent slapped my ass, grabbing it as I gasped. "Vincent, be so fucking for real. We're in public!"

I moved back on him so no one would see his hand grabbing my ass.

"What'd I tell you about rolling your eyes at me?" He whispered against my neck.

Oh shit, I forgot.

"I'm sorry, sir," I said with a sultry voice, rubbing my ass against his hard-on.

He patted my ass. "Behave, A'roya, or I'll fuck you in the bathrooms."

Rather not.

I'll behave.

I sighed. "You're no fun."

Vincent sighed. "You're pushing it."

"Sorry, sir–no, I'm just kidding," I said when Vincent grabbed me again, laughing my ass off as he glared at me.

"You're not serious."

I smirked. "I'm very serious."