Intruder in my bedroom

Dahlia's POV

Settling down to have breakfast with these two was one of the worst things ever. As if hearing their annoying voices wasn't enough, I had to listen to dad tell stories of when Julia was a baby.

Were they here for her or were they here for me?

During the conversation, I got to know that one of the boys was named Hermes-Milo King, and the other Apollo-Leon King. I wonder what the other one was named.

I remember saying that they looked like gods, i never knew they were named after gods too. Good job parents.

I groaned in frustration. "Enough with the girl's childhood stories, dad. Why don't you tell them about mine".

Oh, i knew what i was doing. The table was too boring for me, i had to spice things up a little bit.

Dad shot me a glare.

"Oh, you can't"? I questioned with a raised brow. "Did you forget all about it d-a-d-d-y"?

He chuckled. "Well I.."

"Forget it. You don't have to".

I resumed playing with my food again. I didn't want them feeling sorry for me.

The boys remained silent. I knew i had put them in a awkward situation. Served them right, next time they wouldn't barge in someone's house with notice.

"I'm sorry Mr Astor that our brother couldn't join in the meet-greet". One of the twins said.

"Oh, it's alright..."

"You mean the smoker"?

"Dahlia"!!! Dad cautioned. "Have you lost your manners young lady".

I ignored him "Of course he couldn't join us. He's probably somewhere smoking his ass off".

Dad inhaled tiredly. "I apologize on her behalf boys. She's usually cranky when she's tired"

"Unless, i'm not tired"..

"That's enough breakfast time for you. Go up to your room".

Finally, freedom from the clutches of the evil ones. If they wanted to talk to a fourteen year old and her father, they should have just invited them over to their house. Why include me in the charade?

I slumped on my bed after locking the door properly, but something was off. the windows were tightly shut, curtains closed and the music player was on.

That little shit, Julia.

"If you had something to say to me, you could have said it to my face".

I jolted up from the bed, frightened.

And standing not more than four feet away from me was him. The one whose name i didn't know. The one who got on my nerve without speaking words.

"How did you get into my bedroom".

There was no way he could have gotten in through the door. I mean, dad or Julia would have seen him right.

Except he.. except he

"You climbed in through my window"?

"Hmm". He hummed a short reply.

"You will answer all my question young man because you are in my bedroom. Do you understand"?

"Or else what"? he pushed off the wall and began to approach me. Slowly, and steadily but i knew that walk too well.

It was in reality a dangerous one, one i had to be scared of.

All of a sudden my palm became sweaty. "What are you doing"?

"What do you think"?

"Stop". I said in a small voice. "Or i'll scream".

"Is that supposed to be a defense mechanism? Screaming"?

My back hit a surface and i realised it was the wall.

You see, my room wasn't the typical, small sized bedroom. It was a luxurious one with a queen sized bed, a walk in closet and every luxurious item you could think of.

Imagine my surprise when my back hit the wall. How long have we been doing this for again?

A smirk appeared on his lips when i was finally within his reach. Technically, i have always been within his reach but he wanted me to willingly accept defeat.

These people were the most dangerous ones. They would manipulate you into thinking you have many options, meanwhile your only option was the dangerous one; Them.

This was the closest we had ever gotten. And now his features were more visible to me.

His eyes shimmered with a baby blue hue, reminiscent of a clear sky. His perfectly straight and pointed nose complemented his facial features with precision.

His cheekbones, though not overly pronounced, added a balanced touch to his visage.

His lips were soft and tinted a delicate baby pink. His jet black hair was neatly shaved on the sides, while braided elegantly on top.

"Checking me out"?

"What..No..Not at all". I swallowed.

"You've been a very bad girl lately". He ran his fingers along my face. "Throwing tantrums and being rude even to me".

"How is that your concern". I retorted. I will not let a stranger teach me how to live.

"Hmm". He hummed.

These brother had certain mannerisms that pissed me off.

"If you're done. Please leave. Else i'll report you".

"For what"?

"For stalking".

He let out a throaty laugh "You want to report me for stalking what's mine"?

What did he mean by what's his? Was he by any chance referring to me as his property?

Haha! Dreamer.

"I am not your...."

His moist lips covered mine before i could finish what i was saying.

Without thinking twice, I raised my knee as high as possible and hit him where the sun doesn't shine..

In his moment of pain, i pushed him off me with all the strength i could muster, ran across the room and dashed out the door.

What the fuck just happened?