9. The Start Of A War

"I do not have the patience to deal with you right now," I put up a hand, hoping he will get the message and get out of my face. I don't need nor want to deal with him right now. I don't have the mental capacity to say something witty or pretend like he doesn't make me want to tear my hair out.

I just want to get out of this restaurant and go home.

"What's up with you, is it pms?" He tries to get a rile out of me, unsuccessfully. I'm already moving towards Holland to tell him I want to go home.

"It's actually nothing of your concern." I state.

Before I can get any further away from him, I'm jolted back as his hand grips onto my forearm. I turn to look back at him and am met with a scowl. Why is he scowling at me? I should be scowling at him, he is the one unnecessarily torturing me with his presence. What does he want?

"I'm talking to you," he says, like he's scolding a child for ignoring him.

"And I don't care." I narrow my eyes at him, trying to rip my arm out of his hold. But he's strong, with an even stronger will. A will for what? I have no idea, and quite frankly I don't care. I only care for him to leave me alone.

"You have some nerve going to this date and back-talking me." He hisses down at me. I can feel the heat radiating from him and find myself itching to lean into his touch. No that can't be right, I despise this man, and the last thing I'd want is to be touched by him.

But his frame is so built and his face is almost that of a greek god's. Stupid hormones, calm down. You're supposed to want to be getting away from him. I suppose any girl would have the same reaction to him, it's only natural after all. Yes, totally biology and not me being a sucker for—

Don't you even dare finish that sentence.

"You have some nerve texting me pretending to be your brother. What kind of weirdo does that?" I scoff up at him. His face hardens, and he tightens his grip on me, if that's even possible.

"I told you that you would regret it if you went on a date with Holland. And I am a man of my word."

"And I told you that I would be going on a date with him regardless. I am also a woman of my word."

Leon takes a deep breath through his nose, and suddenly yanks me even closer to him. So close I can smell the scent of his cologne. Sandalwood and vanilla. Sweet. I almost have to stop myself from breathing it in. "Look, you little brat, I've been playing nice, but it's time for this game to end. Stop seeing my brother, and I don't want to see your face ever again either. Take this as a final warning."

"I don't know why you think this is some sort of game, but you need to get it in your thick skull that you do not control me. I will go out with Holland for as long as I please and there is nothing you can do about it. So I suggest letting me the fuck go, and prancing back over to your girlfriend before going back to your little pent house, where you'll attempt to fuck her with that frankfurt of yours." I scowl.

Leon's face turns into one of pure darkness. His brows crease and his lips turn down, he truly looks like the devil he is. And I am slightly terrified. Maybe I took that a bit too far...But it's too late to feel any regrets, I need to stand by what I said.

He leans down and brushes his lips against the shell of my ear, sending chills down my spine. His body molds to mine and I want to pull away so bad, but something is keeping me rooted in place. "So you want a war?" He asks darkly. "I'll give you a war, little girl."

I know he says it in a condescending way, but my insides turn to jelly regardless, and so do my legs apparently as when he pulls away from me, I find out I was leaning on him for support, and fall over my legs, barely catching myself.

I harden my face, trying not to look like the clumsy idiot I am, and frown up at him.

He says nothing else before turning and heading back towards his table. I watch as he lends a hand to his date and they move to leave the restaurant. I don't stop watching until they've walked through the front doors and into the night.

But something strange catches my eyes. The flash of many cameras, aiming at them and... me?

I duck behind a pillar, out of the front window's view. What the hell? Is that what I think it is? Is that the paparazzi? What the hell are they doing here? And why were they photographing me? I'm sure I'm being paranoid, there'd be no reason for them to be looking at me. No reason at all.

"Where have you been?" I jump at the familiar voice of Holland from behind me. "I'd thought you'd dipped."

"No, sorry, it was just one of my friends being frantic about an assignment due tomorrow." I lie straight through my teeth. But I couldn't have possibly said his brother just threatened me while also making me dripping wet with his dark words. I feel bad for lying to him, but I'm in too deep. I can't back out of Leon's game. Not when I'm intent on winning.

"Ah yes, I know that all too well." He smiles.

Gosh darn it, his freaking teddy-bear charm is too much for me to handle. And yet compared to his brother, he's nothing.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

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Hey Guys!!!

Sorry for the short chapter, I am absolutely exhausted and have been travelling for hours today :(((

But things seem to be getting quite spicy between Leon and Phoebe *wink*

Any who, hope you enjoyed!

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