Page 32 of Unexpectedly In Love

“Why bother, I will get rid of him too,” Kyros says as he crosses the street slowly. The screeching tires of a small green car stop maybe a feet away from the man.

The window rolls down and a man who can pass for Danny DeVito’s brother sticks his head out. “Hey, watch where you fucking going,”

Kyros stops turns to the car, opens his jacket and smiles. “You good, buddy?”

The man jaw drops, then a grimace spreads over his face. “Oh sorry, sir.”

He reverses and drives to the back of Kyros, pops his horn and waves.

Kyros drops his coat, pushes the pack of nuts back into his pocket and dusts his hands.

“Good morning. I can see that you are ready.”

If Cassia sees Kyros with combination of his black hair and grey eyes, she would melt.

“Not to go with you,” I reply. My fingers betray me as they shake.

Kyros sighs. “Why go through all this trouble? Hear him out, then you can decide what you what to do.”

Kyros bends and peeps into the stroller. “Little cousin sleeping.”

“Would you force me into the car kicking and screaming?” I ask.

Kyros smirks. “You’re smarter than that. Give me your bag. Let’s get over with this.”

His voice, the way he reasons make me want to conform to his will. “I don’t know.”

“Here is my promise. If you feel like you want to leave. I will bring you back here,” Kyros says as he stretches his palm out.

I think it over and I watch down at my son, the peace that is on his face, his little pouty lips, those chubby cheeks. Eryx and I created this angel. I can hear what he has to say and leave.

Closing my eyes exhaling I pass my bags over to Kyros. “Very good.”

It took us one hour to get to Eryx’s home.

“Does Eryx live here alone?” I ask. My heart drops when I see the entrance of Eryx home, the driveway is lined with tall green birch trees, and a cobble stone driveway. For some reason I though Eryx home would be dark and spooky, with gargoyles statues guarding the house.

Instead, I get a beautiful style Mediterranean – style home with a hint of Spanish architecture. From the beautiful clay room tiles to the limestone and stucco walls this house is dropped dead gorgeous.

The car comes to a halt in front of the brick layered staircase. I move to unbuckle Kai’s car seat only to find Kyros already at the door deftly doing it.

“Stop.” I reached in and unbuckled Kai bringing him to my chest. If I had to run all I needed was my baby, everything else could stay where it is.

Taking a sleeping Kai into my chest, I eased my way out of the car.

“This is beautiful Kyros,” I said, gazing at the large windows trimmed with limestone. The arched French doors opened and my new arch nemesis steps out.

His hair is damp and curls at his ears as if he recently got out of the shower. He sports what appears to be his favorite style of dress: a white shirt with sleeves rolled to the elbows, paired with khaki trousers. The look is neatly tied together by a brown belt adorned with a gold 'H' and complemented by brown Oxfords. He appears expensive and handsome.

The first time I saw Zac, I never understood what Sage saw in his tattoos, now that I see Eryx I totally understand. Eryx boldly shows off his tattoos and they are beautiful.

“I thought I told you to dress nicely. Here pass him to me.” Eryx stretches out his hand to me as we made it up the stairs to the French doors.

“Told me? Please.” I pull away and Eryx frowns and drops his hand. My conscience nibbles at me. “He’s sleeping, when he gets up, you can hold him.”

Satisfied with the answer, he nods. “Welcome to our home.”

Ours? Before I could respond I hear the scrapping of a tile floor, heavy footsteps coming our way. Two black Cane Corsos comes forward, stopping at Eryx legs.

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