Vincent (Made Men, #2)(21)

“There’s a bunch of pizza in the kitchen, and don’t worry, there are seniors here, too,” Nero informed them as he left the foyer, still smiling.

Oh, God.

Adalyn tried her best not to laugh. “Well, at least that was a step up from the last one you met.”

She really wasn’t good at making first impressions. Thankfully, Nero wasn’t as scary as his older brother, but looking at his emerald eyes, she figured he only needed time. “Yeah, well, you’ve got fifteen minutes, remember?”

Adalyn dropped her voice. “Seriously, Lake, look at this house. We can’t see it all in fifteen minutes.”

Lake glanced around at the huge foyer with a grand staircase. There was no telling how the rest of the house looked, and they had only taken one step inside.

“Fine, twenty.” As she moved further in the doorway, she couldn’t help feeling like she had been led into the lion’s den.

As they made their way through, Lake became easily distracted by the extravagant home. This place is definitely fit for a king. The huge kitchen connected to the dining room, which connected to the living room, making it feel even more ginormous with the vaulted ceilings. There were quite a lot of people there, and there was still room to spare.

“I am so glad you both are here!” Maria quickly gave them each a hug. “Come here, you have to meet my friends.”

Lake followed Adalyn and Maria through the people to the couch in the living room, which was quieter and a little more secluded than the rest of the house. She noticed the strawberry-blonde she had seen that night at Poison.

“This is Elle. Elle, this is Adalyn and Lake,” Maria introduced them.

“Hi.” Elle sweetly smiled, her voice matching her looks.

“And this is Chloe,” Maria finished, pointing to the dark-haired girl on the end.

Chloe nervously smiled back at them. “H-Hi.”

Lake couldn’t help noticing the scars which marked the right side of Chloe’s face. One went from a few inches above her eyebrow down her cheek, while the other ran about an inch above and below her lips. Lake could almost see the pain in her shockingly gray eyes.

“Hey,” Lake replied when Chloe let her black hair veil the right side of her face. She instantly felt bad for staring, but it wasn’t even the scars which had caused it; it was how beautiful she was even with the markings.

“Weren’t you the girl at Poison back in January?” Adalyn asked.

Elle laughed. “Yep. I don’t think that was a good night for any of us.”

All the girls burst out with laughter, thinking about how that night really hadn’t panned out for anyone.

Lake and Adalyn sat down on the huge leather ottoman in front of the couch, feeling comfortable talking with the girls.

“You took Nero back, huh?” Adalyn asked, wanting to gossip more than talk.

Nero broke in and answered for her. “It took a bit of persuading, but she finally did.”

“Yes, unfortunately, I did,” Elle teased as Nero leaned over and brushed his lips over hers.

“What kind of pizza do you want?” Nero asked Elle.

Lake turned her head when another voice greeted her, one she hadn’t heard in what seemed like ages.

Looking up, she saw the baby-blues which would every so often enter only her uncontrollable dreams. Her eyes scanned over him, taking in all the changes she had seen from a distance. Vincent’s features had only taken on small ones; he groomed himself a little more immaculately, and his clothes were a little more flawless. However, it was his eyes which had really changed. She could see a different man behind them.

“Lake…? Lake?” His words finally interrupted her thoughts.

Huh? Lake blinked up at him, trying to shake off her stupor. “What?”

“What kind of pizza do you want?”

She turned her head, unable to look at him and talk at the same time. “Um, no thanks. I’m not hungry.” That was a clear lie. She was actually starving from not being able to eat much of anything that day.

“Pepperoni or cheese?” It came out as a demand that time.

Lake faced him again. “I said I wasn’t hung—”

“Adalyn just said you haven’t eaten today,” he quietly growled.

“They are really sensitive about food.” Elle laughed, trying to calm the situation. “Just pick one.”

Lake had forgotten there was anyone around. Awesome.

She sweetly smiled up at Vincent. “Since you don’t ever give me an option, you pick.” She knew he would understand there was more than one meaning behind that.

Vincent’s eyes narrowed on her before he left with Nero and Amo.

“What did Vincent do after Poison when you all got home?” Elle quietly asked. “Nero told me,” she added.

Took my first kiss, screwed another girl, and then took me home where he told me it was all a big mistake.

Lake smiled. “Apparently, he burned our dresses.”

“For good reason.” Vincent returned, shoving a plate in front of her.

Lake grabbed it, looking down at the four huge slices of pepperoni and cheese pizza and then up at Vincent’s smiling face. She had forgotten he was good at playing games, too.

Lake glanced around seeing Vincent hand Adalyn a plate, Nero giving one to Elle and Maria, then Amo setting another in front of Chloe. Something told her none of the girls had a choice in not eating when they all picked up their first slice of pizza.