“No,” He stared into my eyes. “I don’t.”
“So how can I help you, Xander? Did you get lost? Do you need me to help you find Gabby’s room?” I turned back to my closet and picked up a red dress. “Or this one?” I showed it to Alice and she nodded enthusiastically.
“Maybe try them both on and let me see what they look like.”
“You’re wearing a dress to play scrabble tonight?” Xander looked confused. “A bright red dress with a long slit. What kind of scrabble game is this?” He grinned and looked at Aiden.
“They’re going out dancing.” Aiden shook his head as if to say typical girls.
“Dancing?” Xander looked at me. “I didn’t know we were going dancing tonight.”
“We’re not going anywhere. Alice and I are going.”
“Just you and Alice?” Xander looked at Aiden. “Is that safe?”
“What do you mean is that safe? We’re women, not little girls.” I growled at him.
“I wanted to go with them as well, but they said no.” Aiden said softly and I saw him looking at Alice.
“Well I suppose you guys can come.” Alice said weakly and I gave her a death glare.
“Sorry guys, you’re not coming. It’s a girls night out.” I put my hands on my hips. “Alice and I need to meet some hot guys.”
“What?” Xander frowned again. And this time his green eyes looked at me furiously. “Is that a good idea?”
“Yes, why wouldn’t it be?” I asked him with a sass I never knew I possessed before.
“I just don’t think it’s a good idea.” His lips thinned.
“And you thought I was overprotective.” Aiden laughed then. “Looks like you have another big brother who is going to boss you around, Liv.”
“Oh yay, another annoying big brother.” I groaned and then walked over and gave Xander a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Welcome to the family, big bro.”
“Thanks.” Xander looked at me with a weird expression on his face. I could see that I’d knocked him off of his feet slightly. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but I did know that he wasn’t acting as cocky and confident as he had before.
“Now scram, I want to try on my dresses.”
“Yeah, I want to try on my dresses as well.” Alice said and looked at Aiden. “Please vacate the room.”
“We’re out of here.” Aiden grinned at her and I felt like puking. It looked like it was really going to happen. Alice was going to end up dating Aiden and they were going to get married and I was going to have to be around him forever.“Or we can help you both decide.” Xander said, not moving.
“Huh?” I looked at him with narrowed eyes, my heart racing “What do you mean?”
“We can tell you which dresses look best.”
“This isn’t Pretty Woman.” I scoffed. “We don’t need your help.”
“Fine.” He shrugged. “No hair off my back.”
“See ya then.”
“Let’s go, Xander.” Aiden walked out of the bedroom and Xander followed behind him.
“He’s a hard guy to figure out isn’t he?” Alice sighed.
“Yes, he is. I just don’t get him at all.”
“Is it sad that all I can think about is what it would be like to kiss him?” Alice said wistfully and I froze.
“You want to kiss Xander?”
“What? No. I’m talking about Aiden.”
“Oh, sorry. I was talking about Xander.”
“Ugh, men!” She shook her head and I made a face.
“I’m going to go to the study to read for a bit.” I said. I needed to get out of the room and clear my thoughts as I felt confused and muddled about my feelings.
“Okay. Sounds good. We can try on the dresses in a couple of hours?”
“Yes! Let’s do that.”
“Okay, I’m going to have a nap now then.” She yawned. “I’m still a bit exhausted.”
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Jealousy is one of those emotions that I love to hate. I hate feeling jealous because it makes me feel inadequate, but I love it when a guy is jealous over me. It's a weird thing, jealousy. There is such a fine line to walk without seeming crazy. I have to admit I was jealous over the relationship my sister had with Xander, even though they had never had sex. Supposedly. I don't know any platonic friends that get engaged. It makes me burn inside. I mean, it's not like he's mine, but I kinda had a thing for him. I wanted him to want me to be his fake fiancé. Why couldn’t he have asked me to marry him? Though that could be more complicated for us. Seeing as we had sex and all. And seeing as I had real emotions for him. I just didn’t know why they were getting married; especially because she was pregnant with another mans’ baby.
"What you reading?" His deep voice interrupted my thoughts as he walked into the study and sat next to me on the couch.
"Hemingway." I said the first name that came into my head. "Ernest Hemingway. For Whom The Bell Tolls." I continued, not sure where the lies were coming from as I hid the cover of my Fifty Shades of Grey book. I didn’t need him thinking I was a nymphomaniac. I didn’t know what ideas he might get into his mind if he knew I was reading a book about BDSM. I did not need him tying me up on my father's desk and fucking me with my ass in the air as he spanked me for being a naughty girl. I didn’t need him doing that at all, though I had to admit that the thought of that happening was quite exciting. Maybe we could role play: he could be Christian Grey and I could be Ana. Only I didn’t want to do any of the hardcore stuff like being whipped. I wasn’t sure I’d enjoy being whipped. Though I wouldn’t mind being spanked with his hot sexy firm hands.