Aubrey POV

Ian leads me into the kitchen and Riley was right Evelyn as made the most amazing looking and smelling spaghetti and meatballs.

Riley is already sat in one of the seats starting the meal, Ian does not let go of my hand until he walks me to the chair I sat last time, which happens to be opposite Riley, whilst Ian sits at the head of the table.

Ian looks to Riley who has no shame in just digging in, I stifle a giggle as Ian rolls his eyes.

"Thanks for having us Ian" I say on behalf of both Riley and I.

"Yeah" Ian grunts giving Riley the side eye, yet she is completely oblivious.

Ian keeps looking at me like he wants to say something but then shakes his head and continues to eat. We eat in silence, well silence apart from Riley's slurping, me trying not to laugh and Ian grunting in frustration.

After a few minutes the Riley breaks the silence by saying "Aubrey hurry up so we can leave" as she wipes the sauce from around her mouth.

Ian looks at her disgusted that she has used her sleeve and shakes his head. It's almost like he was too distracted by Riley's mannerisms that he didn't process what she said until later, so just as I am about to say something Ian says "No, she is staying here." staring daggers at his spaghetti.

"No she is not" Riley says pushing her chair out and standing up.

I hear Ian mutter under his breath before he then shifts his cold glare onto Riley "Fucks sake you're annoying. Yes she is staying" he pauses then uses his hands to motion to her "But you, please do fuck off" and then he returns his attention to the spaghetti and brings a mouthful to his lips.

"Are you sure it's ok if I stay?" I ask, call me anxious but I just want to make sure he isn't saying this because he doesn't like Riley.

He throws down his fork onto the table and looks at me dead in the eye, I gulp, and he says "You know what no, I just asked you to be my girlfriend and said I really like spending time with you." he throws his hands in the air "But no it would make sense for me to want you fuck off as well" he says sarcastically.

"Well you heard the man" Riley says walking around to my side of the table.

"No jesus christ" he says bringing his head to his hands. Riley and I both look at him and Riley starts chuckling and mouthing 'He is so easy to annoy, it's fun'.

I stifle a laugh but stop immediately as Ian brings his head up to look at me.

"Angel stay." then he turns his gaze to Riley and says "You, fuck off"

"Aubrey?" Riley says turning to look at me.

"Yeah, it's all good. Thank you so much for this arvo Riley, I'll see you tomorrow." I say looking at her and see in the corner of my eye Ian muttering to himself and stabbing his pasta aggressively.

She nods and as she leaves the kitchen she says "Well this was awful, let's never do it again!" and then she is blocked from my view as two guards follow behind her. Probably making sure she leaves.

"Agreed" Ian mutters. He then turns his attention to me and stops his assault on his pasta "How do you like her?"

"She is cool and a genuine person" I say looking down at my food and twirling pasta on my fork.

"Genuine my ass" Ian mumbles and puts a meatball in his mouth. I laugh and he snaps his attention to me so I just act innocent and bring a mouthful of pasta to my lips

I am about to say something else when an unfamiliar voice says "Boss there is an issue with the-"

They are cut off by Ian's death glare as he says "Conference room now." and the men scurry off. He stands up abruptly and softens his features to look at me, he bends down to my height sitting and says "Angel I will be right back"

"Uhhhhhh ok?" I say completely confused by that whole display. Boss huh? What the hell does that mean? Maybe it is just rich people things.

15 minutes pass and I finish off my pasta. I'm still hungry and I see Ian's plate still has a couple meatballs left, so I reach over with my fork, quickly impale one and then stuff it in my mouth. I thought maybe if I left one it wouldn't be sus, but I decide to take the second one and as I am impaling it I hear Ian. "Sorry about that angel I- what are you doing?" he says noticing that I am taking his last meatball.

I quickly bring the meatball to my lips while we maintain eye contact and then stuff it into my mouth. "Nothing" I mumble with a mouth full of food.

He laughs and then then he looks at his plate he stops and says "Wait what? That was my last one!" he whines and I giggle back.

"Sorry!" I say still trying to hold back my giggle as he pouts at his empty plate. I'm still chewing it so I bring my hand to my mouth and say "You want it back"

"God no! You can keep it angel" he says repulsed and then looks at me and we both laugh and I swallow it.

"So is everything ok?" I ask changing the subject, as I can't help our genuinely curious I am. Always been called a bit of a sticky beak.

"All good angel, nothing you need to worry about" he says and flashes me his signature smile.

"Sooo boss huh?" I say as he sits back down at the table. As soon as I say that he stiffens in his seat and I see him immediately tense his jaw. I widen my eyes in mild panic, but I'm too curious to let it slide.

He turns to me and masks how tense he is by saying "Yeah they are just my bodyguards and they call me boss."

Rigghhhhtttt...

"Ohhhh ok. Wait why do you need bodyguards?"

He tenses again but is able to mask it quicker and says "You ask a lot of questions!"

"Oh yeah sorry." I say and look down slightly. Wait bitch no I should not be sorry, shouldn't I know things about my boyfriend? "But can you answer the question?"

"Remember how I told you my father was part of a gang?" Ian sighs and I hum in response. "Yeah well since the Baxter gang was back he insisted we get some extra security, you know to be safe."

"Right ok, that makes sense!" I say, but then it dawns on me. "Where is your Dad though? Bob isn't it?"

"He is out at the moment, doesn't come home often." When Ian says that his eyes swirl with a mixture of what looks to be anger and sadness. Noted, don't talk about the father.

I try to change the subject, I don't like see Ian even the slightest bit upset. "Well guess what?" I say.

"What?" he says perking up and looking me in the eyes.

"You and me are going to go on a date!" I say confidently.

"Wait what?" he says looking confused.

"What do you mean 'wait what' you idiot?" I say rolling me eyes, I thought I was clueless about relationships.

"Shouldn't I ask?" he says looking at me, it's cute seeing him look so confused.

"Seriously?" I scoff, half amused and see him still looking at me with his face scrunched in thought.

"Seriously!" he says.

"It's the 21st century Ian, I can in fact ask you on a date." I say crossing my arms.

"Well isn't it like a given we will go on dates?" he questions.

"You suck" I half joke.

"Wait what no baby." he says obviously taking what I said seriously and he starts wriggling in his seat and bringing his hands to tug on his hair.

I laugh and bring my hands to his arms and lightly pull his hands away from his head. He looks at me with his silver eyes and I offer him a smirk "You know you should have just said 'Omg yes Aubrey dearest I would love to go on a date with someone as amazing and special as you, tell me when and where!' "

He chuckles and whines "But I wanted to ask you!"

"Oh my god chill, you can ask me" I say quickly to stop his whining.

"Ok" he says returning to normal Ian.

"Ok" I say in response, waiting for him to ask me.

"Ok" he says again.

"Okkkkkkkk" I say dragging it out so he might get the hint.

He looks at me puzzled and I give him a look and it's almost like a lightbulb goes off. He clears his throat and straightens his posture.

"Aubrey dearest I would love to go on a date with someone as amazing and special as you. It will be this Sunday and I will pick you up at seven!"

"Hmmmmm let me check my calendar. I'm a pretttyyy busy gal." I say and pull my phone out from my pocket. I see in my peripheral vision Ian tense again.

"Ooo let me see here, I'll have to move some things around. Ooo I don't know Ian" I say looking at my phone and pretending that this is really inconvenient. "You know just so many people want to hang out with me, it gets a little hard to manage" I say as I scroll through my predominately empty calendar, and shake my head. Literally all that is there is that a movie I want to see is coming out on Sunday, I put it in my calendar so I would be reminded. "Oh would you look at that I do now have a free space in at seven!"

I look up from my phone to see Ian shaking his head and chuckling lightly. "I'm so glad you could make time for me angel. But really you were coming on that date no matter what you were doing." he says.

"Oh really was I huh?" I question.

"Yeah I would have dragged you" he says look at me with his signature smirk.

I laugh and say "Yeah you are pretty good at that"

"Did we want to continue watching the society?" Ian asks.

I scoff "You don't like that show!"

"Yeah I do!" he says defensively.

"Ok if you say so!" I roll my eyes.

The evening continues, at first when I sit on the couch Ian and I leave room for Jesus. But that only lasts all of two minutes before Ian pulls me closer to him and I rest on his chest while he has an arm wrapped around my waist.

At first I get uncomfortable thinking we are moving too fast but then it hits me like a ton of bricks that Ian and I have been flirting since we first met. I never realised but as soon as I play through our encounters, it has always been flirty. Of course at the time I only thought it was plutonic. Looks like I was wrong lol.

"Bedtime!" Ian says after the third episode of the society.

"Noooooo one more!" I say groggily.

"No angel, look at you, you are so tired." he chuckles.

I reach around him to try and get the remote but he holds it high above him. I pull myself up and climb onto his lap reaching for the remote. "One more!"

He laughs and then starts attacking me with tickles. "Nope nope nope!" I squirm getting off his lap and quickly standing up.

"Fine, have it your way. Mr boring" I say crossing my arms across my chest.

He rolls his eyes in amusement then stands up so he is towering over me.

"Good girl" he coos, and brings his hand to my cheek

"Oh shut it" I say and swat his hand away. I walk away and hear him laugh.

He quickly catches up to me and says from behind me "You know where you are going baby?"

I turn around still with my hands crossed over my chest and say "No."

He chuckles and then before I know it he picks me up and carries me bridal style.

"What he hell?!" I say wriggling in his grip.

He ignores me and just laughs, he carries me up the stairs and eventually we reach a room. Ian places me down on the four poster bed with black silk sheets and the rest of the room and is just standard rich people things. I swipe my hands across the sheets and bask in its softness.

"Ok well thank you Ian, good night!" I say lying down on the bed and closing my eyes.

I feel the bed dip and then feel Ian's minty breath fan on the side of my face. I turn and open my eyes seeing Ian lying down next to me.

"You going to get changed or?" he says smirking at my stunned expression.

"I don't have any clothes" I say hypnotised by his eyes.

He gets up and I just close my eyes again. A few minutes pass and then I feel Ian's large hands wrap around me and lift me up to a sitting position. I open my eyes and see Ian staring at me.

"Oh sorry didn't mean to wake you." he says blushing.

"What were you doing?" I question tilting my head to the side.

"I was just going to get you changed into something more comfortable" he says then quickly adds "I wouldn't have looked don't worry!"

I chuckle and then grab the shirt from his hand. "Thanks Ian"

He nods and then points to a door "That's the bathroom if you want to get changed."

I smile and then plop off the bed and go into the bathroom.

When I emerge I see a shirtless Ian and can't help but blush, I quickly make my way to the bed and hop under the covers. But it has only just dawned on me the fact that Ian hasn't left yet.

"Ahh Ian um are you sleeping in the guest room with me?" I ask nervously trying not to stutter.

"No baby" he says taking off his pants. WAIT taking off his pants?! I look away instantly, but then feel the bed dip. I turn to see Ian getting in on the opposite side.

"Ummm, I thought you said..." I say trailing off watching as Ian pulls the sheets over himself and propping himself up.

He turns to look at me and says "We're not in the guest room angel. This is my room". He flashes me a cheeky smirk and I feel my mouth drop open.

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hehheheheh, til next time!