"Shit…" Darla said to herself as she realized she just sent him to Anderson's bathroom.
She immediately ran after Hakeem to warn him that he was heading towards Anderson's private bathroom. The house was designed and built by one of the best architects and engineers in their pack. A special hallway was designed for Anderdon which had just his room in it and his own personal library considering how he seriously hated his privacy. Darla was the only person he kind of allowed to use his library and on special occasions come into his room, no one else. This was one of the things that excited and warmed Darla's heart, little things that Anderson only allowed her to do and do one else, this was what set her apart from every other person in their band, this made her hope that Anderson thought about her more than just a bandmate, maybe she still had a chance with him, maybe that's why his mate hadn't shown up yet because she was the one and soon he was going to realize it...At least that's what she hoped, she has been there more than anybody else for him, faith can't be that cruel.
She didn't find Hakeem on the way to Anderson's hallway, which meant two things. He had already found it or he was lost. But it couldn't be the forma because she would have heard them starting their banter already and she would rush to separate them just like she did before.
Hakeem reached the hallway but just before he reached the door on the right, he saw a weird picture of a very hairy man driving a sharpened oak stick into the chest cavity of another man on fire. The whole background looked like a war scenario with the casualty of bodies painted on the ground. It reminded him of the apocalypse five hundred years ago in which his uncle told him about when he and His sister were just kids. But it was the other way round, the stake was put through the heart of the Alpha, General Solivan according to his uncle.
Leaving the weird picture, he headed towards the slightly open door, the light from within acted upon the ground exposing the oxblood rug beneath his feet, he expected it to be completely closed but seeing it slightly open, he couldn't tell if it was occupied or not. He approached the door and slightly opened it a little more to check if it was truly occupied or someone just happened to leave it slightly ajar before leveling it. Who he saw brought him a feeling he thought he wouldn't witness with a good ten bottles of strong vodka.
Anderson had his back to the door, he had no shirt on and had the shorts he was wearing earlier on a little hanged down showing a little crack of his properly rounded butt. His back muscles were flexing as he applied deodorants under his armpits, somewhere in between staring at Anderson's back muscles down to his round butt, he missed Anderson turning around to look him in the eye, and the little disturbance in his pants was not helping him focus either, he completely forgot why he needed the bathroom too. He finally looked up to Anderson to see his mouth moving slowly.
"Liking what you see?," Anderson asked Hakeem, who had his eyes on his crotch. He seemed zoned out that he didn't reply till Anderson raised his eyebrows at him looking bored of the lost stares.
"Pardon?," Hakeem said, finally regaining his senses. It seemed like anytime he was around Anderson, his mind tended to take short trips that made him look thirsty.
"Your eyes...are they stuck or something?," Anderson said, with a knowing smirk on his face hinting at his intentionally mocking tone. He used the same sentence Hakeem had asked him when he first got here. Hakeem could see that Anderson learnt quickly, thinking of something to make him uncomfortable, so he decided to compliment him to see his reaction.
"Nice ass by the way," Hakeem said, winking at him.
Anderson choked on his spit as he was swallowing and went into a fit of cough, just before he calmed down, Darla showed up beside him just outside the door.
"Oh my God, Anderson what happened?," Darla rushed to him seeing his face hold a slightly deep shade of red, she pat his back trying to make him feel better, totally unaware of what caused the fits of cough.
"You are just standing there, couldn't you help him or something?," Darla turned to him looking at him sternly. The smile on his face slowly dropped to a thin line as the whole situation slowly dawned on him. He looked like a fucking maniac watching his victim struggling to not die While he enjoyed the show. Quickly thinking of something, he replied.
"He said if I came into the toilet, he would kill me, I don't know why he took a sudden dislike to me," Hakeem said, making sure he sounded hurt. He could see Anderson widen his eyes in response to the lie he just told and he smirked at him.
"I'm sorry, he's just a tough shell to crack, he isn't always like this," Darla replied, giving him a smile with pity filled eyes. He must have nailed it then.
"I will excuse myself then," Hakeem said, slowly backing out of the toilet and Amderson giving him death glares which he returned with a wink.
"You should stop doing that you know, making people you just met think you are a miserable person...It doesn't speak well of you as a person, considering who you are in the country," Darla said watching him stand up right, he was still looking at the door above her head.
"I didn't say that!!!" Anderson said, running his hands through his hair.
"Sounds like something you would honestly say Anderson," Darla folded her hands looking at him. Seeing there was no way he could convince her, he tried to walk around her but she put her hand on his chest making him stand in place.
Darla felt her heart quicken as she felt his taunted muscles beneath her finger and she looked into his eyes, searching the amber depth for a permission to meet the yearning that filled her dreams..