Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel I) - S01 E15

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Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel I) - S01 E15

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 15

“Not a date”

Xavier POV

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

Victoria was standing at my door, hands on her hips, tapping her feet. Her expression was suspicious as she eyed my coat.

Why do I feel like a fifth grader talking to the school principal?

I shrugged. “I’m going out.”

“My sister won’t talk to me till her stupid boyfriend wakes up.” She fumed. “I’ve been stuck in this house for days.”

“You just went to the park this morning.” I reminded her. “We went to a göddamn ball three days ago.”

“I have nothing to do here.” She threw her hands up. “I’m bored.”

I sighed.

“I’m going to a club.” I said. “To get severely, thoroughly drunk.”

“I can do that.” Victoria matched my solemn tone, saluting.

I smiled.

“Fine. You’ve got ten minutes, princess. Wear something pretty.”

Victoria arched a brow. “Is this a date?”

“Of course not.” I said, deadbeat. “I’m a psychopath and this is how I murder virgin girls.”

“That’s actually believable.” She muttered.

I rolled my eyes.

“If you want to come with me, this isn’t helping your case.”

She pursed her lips and turned to leave.

“And just for the record,” Victoria called out, strutting up the stairs like a supermodel. “This right here ain’t a virgin, psycho.”

I whistled low, running a hand through my hair.

God help me.

Exactly ten minutes later, I was still waiting at the front door because who were we kidding?

Even if she was a professional assassin who could reload a gun in under a minute, it would still take this girl a decade to pick out what to wear.

Shortcake managed to set the world record by showing up only five minutes later.

In a trench coat .

I groaned.

“What part of ‘ pretty ‘ was unclear?” I muttered, getting into the car. “Because you look like a detective from 1975.”

“Of course, you’d know what those look like, old man.” Victoria shot back, joining me.

“I’m 26.” I stated, rolling my eyes. “You s--k at math.”

“Why do you care what I look like anyway?” She asked, as we headed to the city. “This isn’t a date, right?”

“Right.” I said, eyes on the road. “Definitely not a date.”

Earlier, I’d noticed her shoes when she stepped out of the house. They were slender heels, pitch black and lacy. I bet they matched whatever she had on inside.

She knew exactly what effect that would have on a man.

And I happened to be a very impatient man.

I drove downtown to Raven’s Nest. It was a night club with a decent crowd, loud music and hard liquor. Danny apparently came here often. Looking at the girls walking inside, I could see why.

I opened Victoria’s door for her and offered to take her coat.

Probably the worst mistake of my life.

Victoria was wearing a short red sleeveless dress that showed off her long legs and hugged her curves with love. She still had on that blonde wig and contacts, which contrasted it perfectly. For some insane reason, she smelled like wine and dark chocolate.

It was all I could do to just stare at her.

“Close your mouth, Biscuit.” She said casually. “There are mosquitoes out at this time.”

“You are -” I paused before I said something stupid. Like beautiful or

gorgeous or sexy.

She looked at me expectantly.

“Pure evil.” I finished, tucking my arm around her waist. “Daniel’s right. You really are Satan’s twin sister.”

She laughed softly. “You’re nailing this whole complimenting thing.”

“This isn’t a date.” I reminded her gruffly, shooting glares at the men who were gawking at her.

“Then why is your hand on my waist?” She challenged.

“Because you’re mine .” I whispered in her ear, much to her surprise.”And I want them to know that I’m not into sharing.”

“This is -” She gasped, as I s----d her earlobe. “Still not a date, right?”

“Of course, it isn’t, Shortcake.” I smiled, leading her inside. I had the satisfaction of watching her breathe just a little heavier. “We’re just friends, right?”

” Friends ? Since when?” She laughed. “We just try to kill each other.”

I grabbed two shot glasses from the waiter, proposing a toast. “To mutually trying to kill each other.”

Victoria clinched hers against mine, grinning.

“May we never succeed.”

About five rounds later, Victoria wandered off to dance. And by dance, I mean try to move in the mass of sweaty bodies on the dance floor.

I didn’t get it either.

I hammered half a bottle of Vodka when I realised a fight was breaking out on the floor.

I made my way through the throng and naturally, Victoria was the centre of attention. She’d gotten drunk a lot sooner than I had and she’d challenged someone to a fight off.

I sighed.

If only that pretty mouth of hers could do something more useful once in a while.

The man tried to hit her, but she dodged him and managed to land a solid punch on his abdomen. A few more kicks and jabs and he was on the ground.

I smiled with a little pride.

Attagirl .

Suddenly out of nowhere, another hefty guy charged at her. Still, she saw it coming and kicked him but he caught her leg and twisted it. He landed a punch on her cheek.

I stepped through and caught her before she hit the ground.

Victoria’s body shook in my hands and blood gushed from the cut on her jaw.

The dumbass who hit her was being cheered on by the crowd.

“Who are you, her boyfriend?” Dumbass challenged me. “This is between me and the lady.”

“Leave.” I said quietly.

“Why the hell would I do that?” He leered. “Go back to prissy little palace, fückboy. This is no place for you.”

“Leave.” I repeated again.

“Who do you think you are?” Dumbass roared as the crowd riled him on. “I sure as shît ain’t leaving. What are you going to do about it?”

“I’m going to kill you.” I said calmly. “Immortal or not, you’re a dead man.”

“Ooh, I’m scared.” Dumbass cooed. “This little b---h wants to quote Shakespeare on me.”

So many mistakes there.

I closed my eyes and went to that part of me I hadn’t thought of in nearly a decade.

Cold flames licked my body from the inside out. I slowly opened my eyes. My shoulders had blue wildfire rising over them and I knew my irises turned white, even through my contacts. Everybody backed off, including Mr.Dumbass.

Not so dumb then, I figured.

Messing with a pure blood angel was a one way ticket to hell.

I carried Victoria gently. She was looking at my wings in wonder.

“Oh my god.” She said, trying to touch them. “They’re pretty.”

“They’re useless.” I muttered, making them disappear before she burnt herself.

She gave me a pout and hit my chest. “Where’d they go, Cookie? You’re a pretty fairy.”

Wow, she was drunk .

“Now if you’ll excuse me, gentlemen.” I said to the crowd that was still staring at me in horror. “The pretty fairy’s got to go tuck his drunk girlfriend into bed.”

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Xavier:”LIKE BECAUSE FAIRIES HAVE NICE ABS.” XD