My Dangerous Boy's

Part 37 - Two Rivals

"Oh my god. I still can't believe this," Zavier muttered as he sped up, trying to catch up with his daddy who had disappeared somewhere.

Indeed, from the first daddy has often hacked all of his electronic devices, but the activity stopped after he grew up.

And Zavier himself still doesn't believe this. How can his daddy hack all his privacy again, even though he is 29 years old?

"I shouldn't have daddy hack it," he murmured again.

First, part of his privacy was taken apart by his sister by putting a wiretap in his pocket. Now the second, his entire privacy has been completely dismantled by his own daddy. Even Zavier became doubtful whether his daddy hacked into his phone as well.

Can't really be allowed to.

"It is fitting that my powerful son would be interested in you. I never thought you were this beautiful, even more than a model."

That's her dad's voice. But why does the voice seem to be praising someone? Is he talking to someone? God, don't let him talk to Shella.

Zavier accelerated his pace further, accompanied by Clayton's voice that grew closer.

Shits......

Both of his legs swung rapidly towards the dining room, until the man suddenly stopped running and was immediately glued to his place. How not? Her dad who she knew was usually always cold to others, but immediately turned so warm when in front of Shella. The two of them were also seen laughing together, unaware that Zavier was walking to their place.

"Dad," he called in surprise. "You sick?"

Clayton looked over with a frown on his forehead. The smile that had been on his face instantly turned dull for a moment.

"My son is not polite when he talks to me. Ck, I don't know what sin I've committed to make it this way" Clayton told Shella.

The girl just laughed, making Zavier even more astonished by all this. Hell, did his daddy just complain about him?

Oh, can't be allowed.

"Easy, Mr. Turner. You don't care too much about the son of Durharka. Just leave him! I was also upset with him," said Shella, increasingly supporting her father's words.

Zavier's face grew murky on hearing that, while his father and Shella went back to talking, not caring about him becoming this pitiful-looking.

"Get me some coffee" Zavier told one of the servants. He irritatedly pulled one of the dining chairs beside Shella and sat himself there.

"Hey! Who told you to sit next to me? Watch there! There were many more seats there, "push Shella out before the man could land his butt perfectly on the chair. The woman appeared to point at the chair in front of Shella.

Zavier looked at the girl for a moment. Of course he did not want to move there, because he is currently protecting Shella. It was possible that his daddy wanted to snatch the girl from his side, given how the middle-aged man had behaved earlier.

"Zavier, be a little polite to this beautiful woman" Clayton warned.

Unknowingly, Zavier immediately stared in disbelief at his father and cursed violently inwardly. What is it with his father on this one? Why did he instead support Shella and stab himself in the back?

"Hi, Dad," greeted a baritone voice suddenly, making them all turn to the direction of the voice.

"Oh, hey, Shella, too" said Christian back when he saw the beautiful girl filling the dining table as well. The pair of brown eyes seemed to sparkle as they walked towards Shella.

Zavier. Shella's charm seemed to spread so quickly, and it made her feel irritated right now. He didn't like it at all.

Shella is mine, Zavier's inner self unconsciously.

"Hey, brother. Don't stare at her like that, or I'll pry your eyes out" exasperated Zavier, bringing Shella into his arms, as if protecting the girl from the two men in front of him. It seemed like from now on, he would regard these two men as rivals.

"Hey, why are you, brother. Let go of Shella, or I'll cut off both hands right now" Christian protested.

The brown eyes of Zavier and Christian are furious, while the Shella in the arms of a man doesn't know what to do. The girl just held her breath.

"Take it off."

"No."

"Take it off."

"No."

"Take off, Brother."

"NO."

Suddenly, a baritone voice halted their action, before they went any further.

"Here you go, what's wrong with you guys? Zavier, let go of Shella. He looks really claustrophobic in there," Clayton said, leading Christian and Zavier to turn to his daddy.

Christian immediately smiled triumphantly at his brother. "Sound my dad's words."

With a little bit of a heavy heart, Zavier finally let go of his embrace and turned to stare at his coffee cup. It was better that he took a sip of the bitter liquid, than that he saw Christian's face and could no longer resist punching his sister's jaw.

7 May 2020