Zenon's Game Chapter 110

The sound of a car pulling into the Albert driveway caught my attention. A beautiful lady got out with perfectly blown out hair. She was carrying grocery bags.

Cynthia really needed to keep quiet now.

"He is in so many girl's fantasies," Cynthia continued, still facing me with great focus, "Do you even know the kinds I'm talking about?!"

"Please, can you keep your voice down?" I asked, noticing that the woman had spotted us.

She waved and began to walk towards us. I tried to motion Cynthia to stop talking, but it only egged her on.

"My voice down?! Girl, I want to hear you shout it from the rooftops. Did you two fuc-"

"Woah, woah, we did not."

"Tragedy. Honestly, Candace, I know you didn't have a lot of friends before, but you need to know how unbelievably insane this is. Zenon Albert is the guy we want to see in every erotic fantasy. He's the guy you want to rip clothes off, scream his name and stare at his na*k*ed-"

The lady coughed. She was standing right behind Cynthia now.

Cynthia stopped talking and slowly turned around. She stared into the lady's immaculate face while I tried not to melt into the pavement.

"Cynthia," I introduced her, "Meet Mrs Albert. Zenon's mother."

The silence was incredible. It was terrible.

There was this awkward energy in the air, and I wasn't sure how to dissolve it.

Febreze?

Mrs Albert had just heard us talking about ripping her son's clothes off... How do I come back from this?

Unsurprisingly, Mrs Albert was the mature one out of us all and addressed the tension directly. "Hello Candace. I saw you and your friend talking and I wanted to come by and say hello. I didn't realize that you two were..."

"Talking about your son?" I embarrassingly finished for her.

I might as well get this over with. It's not like it's the first time I've publicly humiliated myself in front of Mrs Albert.

I remembered when I sat on her couch in her perfect home and blurted out that I'd kissed their son. Right before the brothers started fighting each other and all kinds of tea was spilled.

Could it get any worse?

"We appreciate your son," Cynthia said.

Well, that made it worse.

I stared at my friend as if she'd grown antlers and Cynthia shrugged back, "It's true. Sorry Mrs Albert, but you must know what you created."

"Some conversations should not be for my ears and this is one of them. Excuse me. I'm sure we'll see each other soon," Mrs Albert told me, walking back to her car before we could respond.

We didn't respond. We were in shock. Mrs Albert took the remaining bags of groceries out of her car and walked inside. Elegant exit.

Cynthia took her headphones from around her neck and exhaled. "Woah, that was..."

Her words dissolved off the tip of her tongue when the door to the Albert house opened again. Someone else exited. A very different Albert.

He must have known we were out here, standing like fools outside his house.

His eyes were on us from the second he opened the door. He was wearing a black t-shirt, even though it was winter, and his muscles were visible for us to admire. Cynthia dropped her headphones and he smirked.

That captivating, confident smirk.

That I-know-you-think-about-me-in-the-shower look.

And trademark blue eyes.

Zenon Albert.

It is criminal to look the way Zenon does.

He's a safety hazard, I swear. How can you concentrate on anything else?

Cynthia and I stared at him as he crossed the street like something out of a fantasy. A hot, twisted, teenage fantasy.

Her eyes stayed glued on Zenon as she asked me, "Is it weird that you went on a date with him but in my mind we're already married with three kids and a dog named Grayson?"

My phone buzzed again. Must be another candy crush notification, but I was busy staring at my real-life candy crush.

"Wow," Cynthia breathed, "How do we watch this in slow mo?"

Zenon smirked at her reaction, and then his eyes landed on me. His smirk transformed into a smile.

"Candy."

I could tell – I could seriously tell – from the way he said my name that his mother told him what just happened. How she overheard us talking about his hot, na*k*ed body.

Sure enough, his mischievous look reappeared, "If you're going to talk about my body, you might as well say it to my face."

Oh, brother.

"Now that's a line," Cynthia squealed. "I'm embarrassed for us."

Please, it's nothing he hasn't heard before.

Even though his deep voice carried appeal, I couldn't resist the urge to put him in his place, "Your mother tells you that often?"

For some reason, when it comes to Zenon, I don't lose my tongue. He smiled at my reaction and stepped closer towards me. Very close. Extremely close. Cynthia's eyes popped out of her sockets as she stared at us.

That's when I started to get nervous. My heart beat fast, remembering what happened last time we were this close. How softly he touched me. How he made me feel...

Not to mention how he was doing this in front of my friend.

What do I do? How do I even greet him in front of others?

Oh no. I didn't know how to react, so I just went with my instinct...

Which is never a good idea. My instincts are not normal. I'm sure I've mentioned that before.

I gave him a handshake.

Seriously. A hand shake.

His blue eyes trailed from my eyes down to my hand and I was embarrassed for myself. Yup. I went for the shake. And he ignored it. He took my hand and pulled me in for a kiss.