Armani.

"Ugh." I sighed stepping out of the shower. I ran a towel over my body, wiping it off its dampness. I stood in front of the mirror and gaped at my face for a while. A green pair of eyes stared back at me and I felt like my brother was tormenting me.

How could I even run away from myself?

There was no escape and that was what pissed me off the most.

I went on to grab a t-shirt and some loose sweat pants. After the entire evening, of drooling over Hazel, this cold shower was vital. I made it to my study and clicked on one of the already open tabs.

My heart jolted when I looked at him, as though I expected someone else. There he was, a remote in his hand, settled on a deep couch watching something on the TV. His legs lifted to the small coffee table beside him and he had a bowl of popcorn on his lap.

Was that the only thing he ate?

I'd rewind the surveillance and check if he cooked a decent meal. The point was to keep him breathing, healthy, and clean. I wondered when he'd discover the booze in the storage unit in the basement. For now, we were in the clear. I had thought of getting him a helper around the house but what would I achieve? I wanted him to be strong on his own, this was a trial and I hoped he'd make it.

The close observation of my brother was cut short when I heard a jingle from the doorbell.
I glanced at my clock, half an hour past eleven PM. Could it be Ethan or Gary? I had sent them to check on Scar and specifically asked them to bring me the response as soon as possible.

I hadn't spoken to Scar for a while. I wasn't sure he'd approve of my decision to send Victor away. Victor was wrong about uncle Scar loving me the most. He adored Victor beyond measure even when he didn't show it.

"Who is it?" I called out, but later figured they couldn't get me so I made it to the front door. Not caring to peek at who was at my door.

When I opened the door, my jaw immediately hardened. The air brushed past me and goosebumps sprawled on my skin gracefully.

What was she doing here? How did she get past the main gate? How did she know where I lived? Where the fuck did she even get the courage to show her face here in the middle of the night, dressed in nothing but a black trench coat and heels.

"W-what are you doing here?" A statement intended to carry more weight and annoyance came out as a mere whisper.

How could I not talk right now?

"Nothing," she responded, her voice cold and pressing.

"How did you get past the gate, what do you want? How dare you come here?"

She only rolled her eyes and stepped foot inside my house, forcing me to back off and give her room to enter. Once she was in, she took her time to close the door before finally answering my questions.

"You rarely change your passcodes, places and all that, so I punched in what I knew." She smirked. "Your birthday."

Fuck.

"And about what I am doing here, is it so wrong to visit an old friend?" she asked, standing at a steady distance away from me.

"Old friend?" I scoffed. She was not an old friend, she was my enemy. A sworn rival from two years ago.

"Oh, Armani, after so many years, you still resent me?" She let out a silly chuckle.

How dare she?

"So many years? It's been two fucking years, just two," I informed her. She seemed to have forgotten.

"Whatever."

"What the fuck are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here, I don't understand."

The faster we got this over with, the better. I could feel my palms get sweaty and I couldn't believe I made fun of Ms. Hazel's sweaty palms.

Anxiety attacks were real and I was having one right now.

"Will you relax, Armani? I don't bite." She shrugged. Maybe too hard because her coat slipped off and exposed her smooth shoulder. I swallowed hard and tried to keep my eyes away from her exposed skin.

"I don't... think this is a good idea. I think you should go," I fumbled with words to form a concrete sensible sentence.

"Are you sure?" She went on to drop the entire coat to the floor.

I gasped when I looked up at her body, it was as I knew it two years ago, flawless and smooth. All I wanted to do was run my fingers upon every part of that body. For a moment, I forgot how to talk.

"Armani," she called out, her voice singing all sorts of alluring songs to my ears.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, my eyes darting over her once again, she stood there in nothing but her long heels. Her body was displayed for me to see and I could feel just how dump it was between my legs.

"Nothing," she uttered, walking over to me. I freaked out immediately when she stood a few inches from me. She got both my hands and gently laid them on her round, delicate breast. I wanted to pull away but she placed hers on top of mine and we massaged her breast softly.

I groaned. How dare she entice me?

"You know I have a weak spot for these," I uttered looking up to face her blue eyes. They were dangerous right now and I needed to run or stop this, but I was in too deep. Going back wasn't an option.

"We can't do this," I begged. "We really can't."

A low moan escaped her lips before she leaned in and sucked on my neck. "Say's who?"

I was way too dazzled to answer that, the only thing that escaped my lips was a low moan.

"Say my name, you know I like it when you call to me," she ordered, her lips finding their way to my tiny nipples over my shirt.

Against my will, I uttered, "Hannah."

"Say it again," she breathed.

"Hannah Ford."

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I bet you all saw that coming, didn't you?