We walk like this into the kitchen and catch up on the conversation between my parents. Our families occasionally eye us with suspicion. Sometime later, we excuse ourselves to the terrace. It’s a cool night which helps with the growing heat between Blake and I. I decide I am going to rip the bandaid off and ask him the question I have been dying to know the answer to.
“So, I've been meaning to ask you something.” He turns to me with a curious look, lifting a brow and smirking.
“Last year, I was attacked by someone. This person is a member of your mafia. He goes by the name Ghost.” He coughs a bit and looks out to the garden.
“We do not speak of him.” He says quickly. I raise my eyebrows at him.
“So you know him?” I ask him with a little too much excitement.
“No, no one knows him. No one knows what he looks like.” He says shutting the conversation down with just his tone. There’s a long silence before he speaks again.
“It is said that if you even mutter his name, he will appear.” He adds. I nod as a thought crosses my mind.
We head back inside just as everyone walks towards the formal dining room. We find our places with my father and Dominic each at the end of the table. My mother and Blake's mother sit across from each other. Blake and I sit facing one another. His sister and my brothers sit toward the end of the table. Just as I take note of the open seats, the guys waltz in wearing Sunday’s best attire. They find their places, casting hello’s to everyone. My phone buzzing in my lap causes my attention to pull away from the group. I subtly pick it up reading the text on the screen.
Unknown: Missing me, Little Siren?
My heart rate increases while I look around the table, as if any of them could read the words on my phone. How the fuck did he get my number? I quickly send a text back.
Everly: What if I do?
He responds immediately.
Ghost: I’d make you miss me a whole lot less.
Everly: How?
Ghost: First, I’d slide my hands up those soft thighs of yours. Feeling every inch leading up to that pretty pussy. Then, I would take you with my mouth. Oh, you’d like that. The way my tongue-
“Everly, No phones at the table.” My fathers stern voice cuts through my attention.
“What?” I’m practically panting. My cheeks are on fire and my panties are soaked. I press my thighs together to release some of the pressure. I lick my dry lips, to moisten them.
“Everything okay?” My mother asks from next to me.
“Yes, sorry.” I snip out.
Looking up from the table, the guys cast confused or concerned looks. It’s not until I look across the table that my world stops. Those amber eyes bore into my soul. I’m already so flustered, that just Blake existing is excruciating. I offer him a small fake smile and give my full attention to the meal placed in front of me. Putting some in my mouth, my taste buds explode. A soft moan slips from my lips and there’s a startling bang on the table. I look up to find Blake still watching me, except this time there’s lust in his eyes.
“My apologies.” He says to the group.
I keep watching him as he adjusts in his seat. He gathers a small amount of food on his fork before placing it on his tongue and closing his lips around the fork slowly. We keep eye contact as he chews. I lick a small amount of sauce off of my finger and he gulps in response. Below the table, I raise my foot. Slowly, I glide it up the length of his legs until it rests between his thighs. He closes his eyes as I feel his erection grow beneath my foot. I begin slowly rubbing him while appearing entirely normal to the rest of the party.
“I would like to formally introduce my family, if that would be alright, Roman.” Dominic says whilestanding. My father nods his head in approval. I drag my eyes, and foot, away from Blake reluctantly.
“This is my wife Savannah, my son Blake, and my daughter Scarlett.” They wave or nod as they are each presented. My eyes cast over to the guys and there’s an odd look on each of their faces. James has his fists clenched, while looking down at his meal intently. Lucas is blushing while gulping water dramatically. A nervous habit of his is unwavering thirst. Ryon is the one that pulls my attention the most. He sits entirely still, just staring. I follow his line of sight and it lands on Scarlett, Blake’s sister. How odd. Realization comes to me that each of them find her attractive, but what is strange about this information is the fact that they have never reacted to someone like this. Even as children. Well this should be interesting. May the best man win, I guess.
“Welcome. This is my beautiful wife, Natalia. That is my lovely daughter, Everly. My oldest son, Anthony, sits next to her. At the end is my youngest, Dillon.” My father announces the party. We all offer similar pleasantries as the Mikaelson family just did.
“My apologies. Who are they?” Dominic asks while pointing at James, Lucas, and Ryon.
“Oh, let me introduce to you my best friends, or extended family if you will. This is James, Lucas, and Ryon. They are my second in command, life long friends, and most trusted advisors.” I give a beaming smile while looking at each of them.
“I see.” He nods. The lack of approval is evident on his face.
“I would like to thank you all for joining us, despite our family histories. To see we have come so far as to createan alliance between our children, is wonderful. Cheers to forgotten history.” My father raises a glass in a celebratory manner. A chuckle comes from the other end of the table. Turning, we find Dominic to be the source.
“Forgotten history? You believe our family could forget what yours did? Going behind our backs to align with the Russians. You think that is forgettable?”
