"What the hell is going on out here?" Tristan exclaimed striding over to where Chad was standing, observing a group of people snapping pictures. Tristan momentarily forgot that he was only wearing his towel that hung dangerously low on his waist. He abruptly came to halt next to Chad, noticing the crowed with cameras.
As soon as the onlookers caught sight of Tristan clad in nothing but his towel, the flashes of the cameras went wild, and the collective gasp could be heard from the woman in the vicinity.
"Get your ass inside the house, Tristan, or we'll have half the city's women on our doorstep," Chad spat, his frustration evident.
"What, are you jealous?" Tristan retorted, his eyes narrowing.
"No, Tristan, I'm thinking about our whole situation and the fact that your father doesn't know that you are alive," Chad replied his tone serious.
Tristans face suddenly paled. "Oh shit, I forgot about that," he muttered quickly turning around and hurrying back into the house.
"Well, I think it's a little too late for that," Alfonso said, as he points to the television with the remote and as they turned their attention the TV, they were greeted with a shirtless Tristan making headlines.
"Ohh, kinky," Anna remarked, striding over to the open plan kitchen and hoped on one of the bar stools at the island, "But I still think you're an idiot...."
Tristan's eyes flashed dangerously as he shot back, "Shut up Anna."
Confused by the commotion, Mila walked into the kitchen, reaching for a cup from the cupboard and makes herself a cup of coffee. "What's going on?" she asked, looking at each of them for an explanation.
"Your boyfriends are all over the news and, Tristan, took first place being naked," Anna laughed.
What!!! Mila almost chokes on her coffee. Shock evident on her face.
Anna smirked, finding the situation amusing, "Well, it was because of their idiotic performance last night. You and Chad were all over the news... well until Tristan decide to make a grand appearance in just his towel."
"You know, Anna, if it wasn't for your sister, you would have been shark food long time ago." Tristan warned Anna.
A sly smile curved on Anna's lips. "If it wasn't for my sister, Tristan, I wouldn't know of your existence. And it certainly wouldn't be necessary for me to protect that idiotic ass of yours."
Tristan smirked, "Hahaha, funny, because last time I checked I saved your bitchy little ass."
"Correction, it was Chad, Tristan..."
"Okay, stop it, you two, before we have a war inside the house," Mila warned as she intervened to prevent any further escalation. She then walked over to Alfonso and glanced at the television. "What are we going to do now?" We won't be able to leave the house."
Alfonso's expression grew serious. "That's not the problem, Tristan's father will find out that he's alive and we...well we will be dead."
Tristan shook his head, trying to stay optimistic. "Don't say that, Alfonso. We will figure it out, and we'll lay low for a while," he said resolutely, heading back to his room to get dressed.
LATER THAT DAY....
"I thought that the news would have died down by now," Alfonso said, drawing the curtain slightly to peek through it. To his surprise, the news reporters were still standing outside.
"Well, you have the hottest model, the most famous dancer and the son of the biggest mafia in Singapore all in one house, what do you expect?" Anna replied casually, hopping up onto the kitchen island and perching herself there.
Chad sighed realizing the situation was far from over. "We need a plan. We can't sit like this all day, I have work to do."
What do you suggest we do, Chad? we all have stuff to do," Alfonso voiced.
"Let's cook dinner and decide then what we're going to do while we eat," Tristan suggested.
"Great idea! I'm so hungry I could eat a horse," Anna chimed in her face brightening up. Without hesitation, everyone stood up and made their way to the kitchen, eager to lend a hand.
As they gather around the table, filled with delicious lasagna, Chad couldn't help but express his surprise. "Wow, that was actually good, Alfonso. I didn't know you could cook."
Alfonso flashed a warm smile. "I'm Italian Chad, all Italian men can cook that's how we treat the women in our life's," he said with a hint of pride in his eyes.
"I'm so full, I'm going to roll to my bed," Anna declared, feeling too lethargic to even contemplate taking a shower.
"I'm glad you enjoyed the meal, Anna, but I'm exhausted," he added. I'm going to bed now. See you all tomorrow."
"You can't leave, Alfonso. We still need to discuss the plan," Chad argued.
"Nooooo...." Mila, Anna and Tristan moaned in unison. "We can do that tomorrow," they all chorused again.
"Okay then," Chad conceded, rising from his seat. "Goodnight, everyone. See you tomorrow," he uttered before making his way to his bedroom.
With that, the group bid each other goodnight and dispersed to their respective rooms.
Mila found herself staring at the ceiling in her room, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. "What is happening to my life?" she whispered softly to herself. An hour passed by, and she finely mustered the courage to get out of bed. With a determent stride, she made her way towards Chad's room. As she approached, she noticed there was a dim light shining from underneath the door indicating that he was also struggling to sleep. She turned the doorknob carefully and tiptoed into his room towards his bed, not wanting to disturb him.
Chad glanced up, meeting her gaze with understanding. Without a word, he lifted the sheets, inviting her to climb in beside him. " Can't sleep either?" he asks warmly. Mila shook her head, her mind weighed down with countless thoughts.
Chad pulled her closer, sliding his arm beneath her head as she nestled onto his chest. The rhythm of his heartbeat resonated with her own, creating a peaceful harmony in the stillness of the night. Looking up into his eyes, Mila felt a gentle touch from his finger brushing her hair away from her forehead.
"I missed you Mila...." Chad's logging for Mila overwhelmed him. Without hesitation he gently but firmly grasped her by the throat, their lips collided in a wild passionate kiss.
"Promise me you'll never leave me alone," Chad whisper in the midst of their heated kiss.
Mila's heart raced as she held Chad's gaze, her voice barely a whisper, "I promise," she replied.
Their passion ignited further as Mila returned his kiss with equal fervour. Chad's lips trailed down, tenderly exploring her neck while his hand travelled up her thigh and slip under her shirt. Slowly, his fingers glided over her waist, inching upwards until they reached her breasts. However, just before he could touch her, she gently caught his hand, halting his movement.
Confusion danced in Chad's eyes as he looked at her intensely. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing, I just want to get rid of this cloth between us," she whispered, her voice filled with a hint of seduction.
Chad narrowed his eyes at her and smiled, he didn't waste any time and tear her shirt and threw it to the side.
"Impatient, aren't we?" Milla teased. As Chad slides his body onto hers, their connection intensified. She trailed her hands down his muscular back, savouring the feeling until her fingers reached his defined buttocks. With a squeeze, she pulled him closer, pressing their bodies together with an electrifying force.
"Tonight, I'm going to make you mine and I'm going to show you every pleasure and emotion possible," Chad whisper with desire. He felt her stone hard nipples against his body and couldn't resist them, He bit them with his teeth.
"Aaaahhhh Chad..." a moaned escape her mouth.
Chad moved his hand in between her thighs, he felt the hot fluid between her legs and the last bit of control he had broke and he went all down. He drove his tongue inside her, setting off another shattering moan that was music to his ears.
"Your tongue is driving me mad," she moaned, her hands gathering up the soft sheets at her sides into knots.
Chad slowed down to look up at her, he saw that her face was glowing, the corner of his lips lift as he smiled in victory.
Mila flexed her leg against his back, urging him to continue but was interrupted by the sound of a door opening.
"Not without us," Tristan said and he and Alfonso both walk over to the bed with a glint of mischief sparkling in their eyes, they climbed on each side of Mila.
She looked at both of them and then looked down at Chad, he smiled and said....
"PRECIOUS IS THE NIGHT..."