CXXV ||| Thinker Bell Has Fangs

Licking my lips, I full heartedly ignored what he let sub-intended.

Cutting the pie in six slices, I put the first one on my plate. I picked my phone from the side and sent a quick text.

Me: Bell, I have a question.

It didn't take her too long to answer.

Abellona: Hey, honey.

Abellona: Okay, I like the nickname.

Abellona: So, in what can I help you?

Me: How do I cook food with blood?

Me: I mean, for a vampire.

Abellona: *mischievous grin emoji*

Abellona: Are you dating a vamp, honey?

Me: I'm… well, mated to one.

Abellona: *choking on a glass of blood gif*

Abellona: You've met your mate?

Abellona: Who is it? Male or female?

Abellona: Tell me it's a strong one.

He growled and I felt his stare on me. "Who are you talking to grinning like that?" What? Is he jealous? "Yes. Yes, I am. Now, tell me. Who is it?"

"Bell."

"Bell who?"

I glared at him. "Thinker Bell, vampire. I'm talking to Thinker Bell. The Disney fairy," I mocked. "Who else? Abellona, of course!"

"Mia's granddaughter? Your mom's best friend?"

"She's the only Abellona I know, is she not?"

{"What a rude bitch."}

Said the jealous and bitter arsehole.

Me: He's a pain in the arse, that's what he is.

Abellona: A male then *mischievous devilish grin emoji*

Abellona: Now I want the name, maybe I've heard of him.

Me: You did.

Me: Everyone did *annoyed emoji*

Me: Oliver-Sean Montgomery Strauss-Khan.

Me: *forehead slapping gif*

It took a minute before she answer again.

Abellona: *jaw dropping gif*

Abellona: Mia's pupil? The Crown Prince of the Vampire Court? That Oliver? If-I-touch-you-you-are-dust? Disintegration? BABS top 1?

Ugh. Is there anyone who doesn't know this arsehole? I scoffed.

"I see, you're talking about me, uh?" He purred grinning.

I glared at him, "Glad to know you're self-aware of how much of an arsehole you are," bloody bastard.

"Seems we also match on the arseholery, Wilhelmina!"

"Seems like it, Oliver-Sean!" I said and took a bite from my pie.

Me: Yes.

Me: Biggest arsehole in Belladonna.

Me: Sounds like him.

Abellona: He's strong as hell, honey.

Me: And so am I.

Abellona: I saw him on last year's Eclipseball Cup.

Abellona: He's a tower with that height, and hot.

Abellona: *mischievous grin gif*

Me: I know, he's right in front of me, half-naked.

"What's with the obscene grin? What are you talking about? You are not talking about my size to her, right? Like you did to Felix and your roommates?" {"Feel free to brag though."} I chocked on my whiskey.

Me: You came to last year's Eclipseball Cup?

Abellona: Yes. I was bored.

Me: Are you bored this week?

Me: *baiting eyelashes gif*

"If she comes I'll be able to get her in the same place as him," I said it louder than I intended and he gave me a suspicious look. "What?"

"You're trying to play cupid for her with Cosmos?" He chuckled.

"So what if I am? She fits his type," I went for the third slice.

"She's a vampire demigod, Wilhelmina!"

"Who deserves love and might find it with father," I grinned. "And I wouldn't mind having her as my foster-mother, step-mother or whatever terms it fits on this. She's amazing, I like her, she's hot, she was mom best friend, and she lost too much already. So, it's worth a try, Oliver-Sean!"

"You should be more worried with giving a real chance to me!"

I tensed up, "I'm giving you quite the real chance, am I not?"

He frowned, "It's not enough. I want you forever, Wilhelmina."

Licking my lip, I focused on my phone again, unable to say a word to that. How can he just say stuff like this to me? I mean, isn't that the same as asking for my hand in marriage? 'I want you forever,' sounds like he's proposing.

"Will you accept if I do? Because I'm only holding myself on that because I don't want to hear a no from you," he said it serious. Too serious. {"I am serious!"}

Ugh. Stop. "Don't answer my thoughts, ugh."

"Too bad. We have no saying in that," he purred.

Abellona: Why? Want me to go to the Eclipseball Tournament?

Abellona: Are you playing with your mate?

That made me laugh.

Me: Oh, hell no. He's not winning for the 11th time!

Me: I'm playing against him. Team leader of group B. Emerald.

Me: And I'm going to kick his pretty arse and win.

Abellona: Ugh. You sound like Cosmos.

"Aye!" I jumped excited and he got startle. "She brought him up before I did!" I almost yelled. "Is she thinking about him? Oh my Lady, what if she knows they might be mates?"

He gasped, "Isn't that going too far?"

"We never know. He was blindly in love with mom. Maybe she messed with him because she was jealous, who knows? They never touched, but maybe she felt like that could be the case and got with Naël to try it out with someone else?" I theorized, sitting down again.

"Like you felt before I touched you?"

A nod. "Yes. Maybe she tried to run like I did, and still is. Maybe she thought he was an overbearing arsehole."

"Like you?" He grinned.

I glared at him, "I hate you."

"Yes, that's how what you feel for me it's called," he licked his fangs. "Keep lying to yourself, Wilhelmina, but know that you ain't fooling no-bloody-body!"

And I'm the overbearing arsehole. "Shut up, Oliver-Sean!"

{"I never said I wasn't one."} He drank his whiskey.

Me: Thank you, thank you.

Me: He is my father, you know?

Me: He raised me, even if we don't share blood.

Me: There was no way I wouldn't take his amazing personality.

Abellona: *burst of mocking laughter gif*

Abellona: Overbearing? Yes.

Abellona: Egocentric? That too.

Abellona: Self-centered? Suits as well.

Abellona: Full of himself? Absolutely.

Abellona: Amazing? I don't know about that.

I chuckled out loud, "She's so into him. This passive-aggressive way of talking? That's not anger at all. Fucking hell, father is blind. Bell is absolutely into him."

Me: How about hot?

Abellona: *gagging gif*

Abellona: I don't see that either.

Me: I can hand you some glasses.

Me: *grinning gif*

Abellona: Ugh, you really are your mother's daughter.

"Hah!" I yelled. "I bet mom also knew she liked him."

"What is she saying?" He lost his patience and faded behind me. "Oh? She thinks I'm hot," he grinned widely and I rolled my eyes.

"That is not the point," especially when everyone knows that. "The point is that she's into my father, and I need to make that idiot realize that. I mean, he needs to see her now. She's hot. He's hot. They look good."

Me: So, are you coming?

Abellona: When do you play?

Me: February 9th, 10th, and 11th.

Me: Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.

Abellona: It's the 6th, Tuesday now.

Abellona: Alright, honey.

Abellona: I'll go for you *winking emoji*

Abellona: I'll be there for the opening ceremony.

Abellona: Then I'll give you the recipes.

Abellona: For your towering hot mate.

Abellona: *grinning mischievously sticker*

Oliver stared down at me, "What recipes?"

Me: Thank you, Bell.

Me: Bring me some vodka *winking emoji*

Me: I'll wait for you.

Abellona: Thank you, for reaching out for me.

Abellona: I was thinking of you these days.

Abellona: I'll bring it to you, see you on Friday.

Me: See you *winking emoji*

"So? What recipes is she talking about?" He insisted.

"It doesn't concern you!" I locked my phone, put it aside and got back to eating my pie. Ugh, stop staring at me. I can feel your glare on the nape of my neck, bastard.

"Then tell me," he sat down on the chair, too close. So close that our legs are touching. "Because she said it's for me, so, I believe it does concern me, yes."

"She said too much," I clicked my tongue.

"I'm curious."

"Then stay curious, because I'm not," I countered, going for the 5th slice of pie. Delicious. I really got a hang of making this pie.

When I met his eyes again, the turquoise turned ruby and he gave me a naughty look, his eyes going for my neck and lips, making me swallow hard. "I'm hungry, Wilhelmina."

"Me too, Oliver-Sean. Why do you think I made the pie?"

{"Feigning ignorance, are you?!"} "Well, I'm hungry for you."

Bastard. Why is he so direct? "Let me finish this pie."

{"You wouldn't like otherwise."} "And then?"

No. I wouldn't. But still. "Then you can drink from me."

He gave me that smile, "Then eat faster, will you?"

"If you ask that again, I'll eat this painfully slowly," I glared at him.

"Like I do you?" The arsehole countered and my jaw dropped. "I think you should remember who taught you how to flirt," he whispered and licked his lips slow and sensually. Eyes on mine. Intense. Yearning.