Fated To The Lycan Brothers
Chapter 42

Suri Nightingale

We were going to take Keith's jet and just like last time, everyone in the airport gawked at us for being able to cut in line like we were the President of the United States.

But I'm also half certain they were gawking at the fact that three ridiculously handsome boys were walking around the ground amongst mere mortals.

Atlas wore all black, but that's nothing new. He always looks like he's ready to attend someone's funeral. Whether or not he had a hand in that funeral is debatable.

But if his outfit-black leather jacket, black tight fit shirt, black jeans-wasn't enough to make heads turn, it was him wearing rectangular black shades that seemed to have been made for John Wick that was the pièce de résistance (aside from his physical attributes that is). I don't even want to know how much the freaking Bulgari shades cost.

His whole get up made him look like a celebrity/millionaire/model/ so heads turned wherever we went. I could have sworn I saw some men stare at him when we came out of each other's respective bathrooms almost at the same time, too.

The girls didn't even bother to contain their drooling either. Even older ladies pushing to their fifties stopped to admire.

Wes was the walking s ex god that he was even when he just wore a white tee, dark gray sweatpants that I swear to god he purposely chose to show off his bulge, and white sneakers.

While Atlas had girls creating a pool of their own drool, I had no idea it could get worse as Wes had girls actually coming up to him. As in, literally going to him to talk and flirt.

We were just on the walkalator and a group of girls squealed like they had seen their favorite idol and came up to him with fluttering lashes and giggly smiles. Wes, of course, was loving all the attention.

It was no wonder most of them came up to him and not Atlas because the man was giving everyone a scowling look, his message clear - stay the f**k away from me.

Devon looked the most relaxed out of them all in a beige hoodie, dark brown chinos, and belgian loafers. He looked like a younger version of Keith which was surprising seeing as they're not really related.

Though it was obvious who Keith was closest to amongst the three as he walked side by side with Devon, talking to each other most of the time while Atlas was busy giving death glares to everyone and Wes took numbers of girls left and right. (How is he even going to meet up with them?!)

And when they weren't talking to one another, he was stealing glances towards me that, I wasn't going to lie, kept making my stomach flutter. I had to tell it to get its s**t together multiple times and even then it still reacts when Devon lets out a soft chuckle at whatever Keith says.

The flight to Calico Seas was approximately half a day and I was most excited for the in-flight buffet, duh.

When we got inside the private jet, I was surprised and happy to see a familiar face - Bella, the flight stewardess.

"It's lovely to see you again. You look radiant, sweetie." She says and I tried to hide my blushing.

I guess my google search of what to wear during a flight paid off. I ended up with a white button down shirt, not too ripped blue jeans, and white chucks. I was going for a semi-casual and laid back look and I think I was able to achieve it.

"You too, Bella. Do you have more marshmallows in flight?" I asked while my smile was from ear to ear like a kid before her birthday party.

"Ready with the chocolate fountain, sweetie." She said before giving me a friendly wink and my stomach leapt in excitement. Heck yes.

"Oh..." Bella gasped barely audibly and had I not been right in front of her I wouldn't have heard it.

My brows furrowed in confusion as her face turned into the same way all the other girls fangirling over the brothers looked as her eyes focused on something behind me. What the-

Oh. Well that explains a lot.

"Little sis," Wes greets me with a smirk before his eyes move to Bella who had now turned into blushing like a thirteen year old who was meeting One Direction for the first time.

"Ciao bellissima." Wes' perfect Italian, from the words to the accent, as well as his blatant flirtatious tone made me snort.

"Sorry," I mumbled as I lowered my head and turned on my heel.

I would be so much more embarrassed if it wasn't for the fact that Bella was clearly eye fucking the heck out of Wes in the middle of the plane. She either has a major crush on him or they've done something together.

I managed to get one last look and that's when I saw Wes gently slap her a s s before he continued walking.

Okay, yeah, those two have definitely done the deed and here I am just hoping it's not in the suite I'll be staying at.

-

We arrived at our destination the next day just after seven in the morning. I got a few hours of sleep in the flight, thanks to my extremely full stomach from all the food.

Thankfully, none of the brothers came to bother me, but that's probably because I pretty much locked myself inside my room. Keith also didn't seem to mind as he was occupied by more work stuff. Probably getting in some last bit of work before his weekend off. The infamous Calico Seas is everything you would expect from a resort where only the rich get to stay at. And I mean, seriously, only the rich.

The security in this place was so crazy strict I thought at one point they would look right through me and see that I wasn't one of them, but I guess my branded clothes threw them off and I was safe... for now.

The bodyguards were everywhere. Burly men in black and white with earpieces stood out like a sore thumb as they remained unwavering. I felt like if one of them stared at you, you would disintegrate into dust, so I kept my eyes looking as straight and away from theirs as possible.

It was a completely different story with the brothers who gave them looks like they could take them down by themselves. Could they beat bodyguards that looked like they were trained in the military or something?

"The security seems to be upped more than usual because there's a big celebration for a celebrity this weekend. If I had known, I would have just chosen another resort." Keith said to us with a slightly dismayed tone as we were walking to the lobby which is, just like all the other rich people's places I have had a chance to go to, an absolute spectacle of money and grandeur.

Glittering chandeliers and floor-to-ceiling marble reflects everything and everyone that steps inside the place. Gorgeous artwork that oozed timeless elegance and style were positioned all around the place, but my favorite were the breathtaking floral arrangements. It was like stepping into a museum for flowers, large rectangular vases with huge bouquets of different colored flowers decorating each lobby space. The fragrance was so magnificent that I could stay here and sniff for hours on end. But that would be too weird. "Mr. Whitford! A pleasure." A blonde woman greets Keith with so much enthusiasm I would think she was trying to sell him a stock of the resort.

Knowing Keith though, he probably already owns half of the place. Or at the very least, one fourth.

"It's good to see you finally have all your boys with you, and one of their... girlfriends?" The woman tilted her head to me and my cheeks flushed red at her guess that was totally far off.

"No! I'm not anybody's girlfriend!" I denied, shaking my head and trying to mask the embarrassment creeping up on my face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss...?"

"Suri. She's a new member of the family." Devon said and Keith looked at him with a nod and a smile.

Atlas, though, let out a scoff behind me and I turned to glare at him which he had no problem giving back to me.

It was only when Wes nudged him on his side did we break eye contact before Keith could see.

Stupid rich dick.

"Suri, your room is next to mine." Keith says as he hands me what looked like a credit card but was all blue other than the CALICO SEAS written in white, bold, and capital letters.

"Boys, you're staying in one room on the other side of Suri." He says and not a second later, Atlas and Wes grumble at the exact same time. Again.

I replace it amusing how the two are almost always in sync, the light and the dark Prince and their often belligerent demeanor.

"Come on, Keith. We're seventeen, not twelve. Why can't we just get separate rooms?" Atlas protested.

"If you can promise that Wes will keep people out of his room then sure you can have your own rooms, but until then, you're keeping your brother in lock. I'm sure you don't want to wake up on the eleventh floor when your room is on the twelfth." Keith said with a daunting tone like the memory of what happened still haunts him.

"That was the one time, and oh come on, it wasn't that bad." Wes reasoned out.

Keith looked at him with a raised brow. "They had to remodel both of the rooms involved."

Wes pursed his lips. "It was due for remodeling, anyway..." He mumbled as his head slowly turned away, guilt plastered all over his face.

"How-" I was about to ask what the heck happened, but I stopped myself. I'm not even going to bother. It's not my problem.

I jolted a little in surprise when Devon suddenly appeared next to me. He leaned over to my side and softly spoke into my ear. "Last year Wes invited dozens of people in his room and a bunch of idiots left the water running for god knows how long. It flooded the entire place and eventually the foundation gave up and the whole room went down to the bottom floor. They were lucky nobody was staying under them at that time."

What... the... f**k?

That's insane, and I thought only happened in movies. No wonder Keith doesn't want to risk it.

Rich people problems.

When I thought Devon was going to move away, I'm surprised when he doesn't, but instead turns to face me and our faces are way too close for comfort, especially in public, that I'm hyperventilating deep inside. "By the way, do you mind if we talk later? About what you said in class yesterday morning. I can explain. I promise it wasn't what you-"

"Come on, little bro. Stop wasting your time on people that aren't worth your time." Atlas put his arm around Devon's shoulder as he said those words supposedly to him, but they were clearly directed towards me. Devon clicked his tongue at his brother and was getting ready to push Atlas off, but he wouldn't let him budge as he dragged his brother away from me.

A*****e.

Whatever. I guess I should thank him, too. I didn't want to talk to Devon and hear whatever excuse he's come up with, anyway.

-

True to Keith's words, our rooms are right next to each other. He is on the left and the boys' room is on the right. I'm smacked in the middle of the battlefield, it seems.

"I've had a bit of a long morning and I'd like to take a few hours to recharge some of my energy. Unfortunately, I no longer have the same vitality as you young ones, but don't let my old age stop you from exploring the place. If you need anything, anything at all, you can just ask the lobby and they will provide it to you. A golf cart to take you around the island, a map so you could see where you want to go, and food you want delivered to your room. Whatever your heart desires, Suri, just give them your key card and it'll be settled. There are also some boutiques where you can go shopping and I will absolutely not take no for an answer. You see anything you like, you get it, okay? I don't care how much it costs. You're on vacation, sweetheart. Spend this weekend like how Stella would have done if she were here with us." Keith says with a warm smile and hearing my mom's name once again makes my heart all fuzzy.

I could argue with him about spending too much money, but then I'd be taking away precious minutes from his nap time so I opted to just agree.

"I'll see you before dinner, but if anything comes up, don't hesitate to knock." He assures me before I give him a good morning/good night and he goes into his room.

Well, this should make for an interesting weekend indeed.

I go inside my room and stand for a good three minutes just staring at the whole thing from the door, incredibly stupefied at how beautiful and ridiculously fancy everything looked.

It's very modern. Everything is in elegant shades of white, cream, and gray. The entire floor is carpeted and I take my shoes off and almost melt onto it by how soft it felt against my skin. I continued walking and stopped when I made it to the middle of the living room and saw my view from the glass window.

Oh my god. The ocean is magnificent from here. I've never seen one so up close.

Well, there was one back in Raquel's house, but it was nighttime so it was too dark to really see anything. This was different.

The sapphire waters under a cloudless sky. The jagged coastline bathing in sunlight. At the far right, there was a cluster of big rocks getting hit by the waves and I made a mental note to go over there and just listen to the waves crashing against the rocks. I don't know why, but that sound was particularly calming to me.

I move to the bedroom and my mouth almost drops to the floor.

My room back in Los Altos is pretty-and overly pink-and I love it, but there was something particularly hypnotizing with the sound of the waves and the seagulls flying around as you lay in what felt like actual clouds. The ginormous king-sized bed just swallowed me whole and if I didn't promise Keith I would explore the place, I would happily stay here and not go out until dinnertime.

Alas, I must see the place and apparently, shop 'til I drop.

I move over to the bathroom which is all warm lights, marbles, and shiny mirrors. When I looked at myself, I remembered I've still got that airplane look-messy bun and no makeup-so I decided, if I wanted to fit in with the rich, I needed to step up my game a little. It's not that I wanted to fit in, it's just that I didn't want to stand out in a negative way.

I rummaged through my luggage which Lucy helped me pack-god bless her-and found my makeup bag that was less on the darker shades, and more on the natural and light colors.

A little mascara. Some cheek tint. A rosy shade on my lips. And done.

I also decided to change my hairstyle as well, thankful that I know how to braid my own hair so I went for double dutch pigtails that stopped at my neckline so the bottom would be loose.

"And for the final touch..." I say to myself, admittedly excited, as I pull out a gorgeous long beige skirt with patterned leaves all over it and a slit that ends right above my thigh.

With this and a white bikini bandeau set, I truly felt like I belonged.

My excitement was overflowing that I was practically humming as I walked to the elevator. I've decided that I'm not going to sulk on the fact that I'm here with the boys and just pretend that I'm on vacation with myself.

Besides, this place is huge, so I'm sure I'll replace a way to stay away from them if I strategize properly.

I'm practically beaming thinking about all the possibilities this weekend holds for me when the elevator stops on the eleventh floor, the one below us, and when the door in front of me opens, two bodyguards step inside followed by a man that had a bright kind of aura around him.

Uh... is he the celebrity Keith was talking about earlier?

"I like your skirt." The voice said and my mind is having a hard time trying to figure out if I actually heard something or if I had just imagined it in my head.

"Sorry, I just thought I needed to appreciate a girl who can style herself." He added and my head turned to him so fast I almost broke my neck. "Um... you were talking... to me?"

He lets out a chuckle that is genuinely so infectious I end up smiling a little, too.

"I certainly wouldn't tell these big guys I like their skirts," he pointed out to the men next to him and that made me laugh.

"What's your name? If you don't mind me asking." He asks politely.

"Uh, Suri." I said a bit shy, still not believing this guy-a freaking celebrity-is talking to me.

He puts his hand out and his green eyes glow at me as he gives me the warmest smile I've ever seen. "I'm Ryder. Ryder Madden. Are you staying here?"

We shake hands and I swear I've never felt hands as soft as his. His hand lotion must cost a fortune. I wonder if I can buy that in one of the boutiques here. "Um, yeah for the weekend." I told him.

Am I allowed to tell him these things? Oh, he's a celebrity, Suri. He certainly isn't the one that's going to be doing the stalking.

A handsome grin curved up his lips. I can't deny that he has his charms. He reminds me of Atlas with the same hair color and facial structure, though his eyes and style are different, and so far he seems like the nicer version of him; attitude-wise. He also has both a nose and an ear piercing, but somehow he still looks less daunting compared to when Atlas looks at me.

I can't lie. He is not a difficult person to look at and be enthralled by.

"Well, Suri. It's my birthday weekend and I'm about to head out and explore the island. I wouldn't mind a gorgeous company like yourself. What do you say?"

Um... what the hell? I repeat, what the hell?

I blink at him for what felt like three times, quite aware that I'm making a fool out of myself, but when I'm finally able to bring myself to speak, I can't believe the freaking words that came out of my own mouth. "Sure. That sounds nice."

Uh, was that me?! Or did the old Suri who barely even talked to a male specie two weeks ago suddenly died and was replaced by a new Suri, the one who's getting invited by a celebrity to hang out?

Holy shit.

Ryder gives me a swoon-worthy smile that makes it obvious as to why he's famous before tilting his head when the elevator door opens. "Shall we?"

I nodded my head.

This weekend just got a whole lot more interesting.