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"Your fifth birthday and my sixth birthday. What did I give you?"

Thalia looks at me and furrows her eyebrows. She's thinking, replaying the events that happened that day.

I wouldn't be surprised if she forgot. I remember because that's the day she broke my heart.

I was a kid, sure. But I was a kid who had a massive crush on Thalia De Luca.

"A flower from the field."

"And did you keep the flower?" I raise my eyebrow at her.

"I remember putting it in my pocket, but I couldn't find it the next day," Thalia says, which makes my head spin in a different direction.

She put it in her pocket.

"I saw you drop the flower on the field before running to your dad."

Thalia's eyebrows furrowed. "I dropped it? I thought it was in my pocket. When I got home, I remember wanting to put it somewhere safe and keep it forever like I told you. I couldn't find it though." I can't help but smile at her. I hated her for a good fifteen years because of that damn flower. Thalia starts laughing and I swear to God it's the most beautiful thing in the world. "You’re fucking crazy."

"Yea I know." I laugh with her, and she just shakes her head.

"I can't believe you were pissed at me for some misunderstanding, Xander. You really are petty."

I let out another small laugh and shake my head. "Why did you hate me?"

Thalia's lips lift in a small smile and blush forms on her cheeks. "I don't think I ever hated you. I think it was always just a game between us. Who could hate who the most."

"A game?" I raise my eyebrow at her and she just nods her head. "Want to play another game?"

"What kind of game, Xander?" Thalia asks, her eyes filled with desire and lust.

Oh, it's so on.

Thirty Six

Xander stands up from his seat and walks towards me.

I look up at him as he towers over me, his hands rest on my chair looking down at me with a lustful gaze that makes the spot between my legs pulse with need.

"How about whoever falls in love first loses."

My body fills with anxiety.

He is fucking crazy.

"And what does the winner get?"

"How about so many orgasms they black out?"

My lips lift in a small, challenging smile. "I'm game."

"Great. That means you're sleeping in my room."

All of a sudden Alexander grabs me and throws me over his shoulder. "All of you in the kitchen, get the fuck out. Leave everything how it is and leave. If I find you all still here I’ll shoot you all in the head one by one."

"Oh my god you're unbelievable," I mutter as Alexander walks away from the dining room and towards the stairs.

"I'm the only one allowed to hear how you moan, angel." When Alexander and I get inside the room, he puts me down and locks the door before leaning against the wall. "Remember when you stripped in Russia?" Alexander raises his eyebrow at me. My cheeks heat up. "Strip for me."

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