Serena Mclane's P. O. V

I squint my eyes as the two people step forward. My eyes dart to the first person;

Tall muscular physique with brown hair and chocolate brown eyes and a slight stubble as if he hasn't shaved in a few days. I can tell he towers over me but not as much as Damien. The man also seems a few years older than Damien, in his late twenties. Over all, very attractive.

My eyes then dart to the other person and my eyes widen as I take note of the persons very pregnant stomach. Piercing blue eyes and dark brown almost black hair frame a heart shaped face. The woman hurriedly steps froward but the man– whom I'm assuming is her husband– places an around her, stopping her from moving.

"The three musketeers. United once again." Greg announces as he practically runs towards the man. I hear a light 'omph' noise as the woman gets shoved away by Greg. She in turn scowls at him and smacks him across the back.

"You little-" As her eyes dart to me, she purses her lips and doesn't say anything before waddling over to us. Her husband still being held captive by Greg.

My mind wanders over to how Damien and his cousin look nothing alike but then his words run through my mind once more.

'I'm adopted.'

"Hi honey! You must be," she cuts her off as her smile falters, "Actually I have no clue who you are but you must be special for Damien to bring you here." My eyes dart to the man in question who icily stares at the woman.

"Serena," Damien begins, "This is Nora. Nora this is Serena." I step forward to greet her but am taken by surprise as she throws her arms around me. I freeze up before melting in her arms and hugging back.

"It's lovely to meet you." The woman coos at me as she pulls me back before turning me around this way and that.

"I approve." She grins. I smile back tentatively, not sure if it's a good thing or bad.

"Um thank you." I mumble, still not quite sure, "Congratulations by the way. How far along are you?" I question, genuinely curious.

The woman's face falls blank as she takes a step back, "I'm not pregnant." She comments dryly. My eyes widen and my face flushes a deep crimson.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean- I just thought-," I quickly gaze at Damien in alarm, unsure on what to do.

"Nora." Comes the mans voice disapprovingly, "Sorry about her. My very pregnant wife seems to like pulling that prank on people time and time again." He mumbles as he walks over to her while she gives me a sheepish grin.

I let out a breath of relief as Nora cracks a laugh at my expression. That was about to get very embarrassing, very fast.

"I'm Alexander James by the way." The man smile pleasantly as he extends his hand, I smile back and shake his hand.

"Serena Mclane. I'm uh, "I glance back to Damien in confusion, not sure what he wants me to tell his cousin. Damien walks over to me, standing very close.

"She's my fiancée." Nora's sly blue eyes part as she glances from Damien and then to me back and forth.

"When? How? Damien?"

Damien's face remains passive as he looks at me to the other couple. Even Alexander looks at the both of us in question.

"It's a long story." I mumble sheepishly as they both stare at us in anticipation.

Alexander nods understandingly but Nora's curious eyes stare at me unblinkingly.

"One I'd like to hear." She mumbles as she eyes me. I let out a small grin at her inquisitive nature as I shrug at her.

Who knows, maybe I will tell her? It's not like I have something to hide. I look at Damien who still looks passive, not saying anything.

"So...," Greg cuts in, "Before this gets awkward; Should we go eat or talk or do something less awkward?" He asks as he gouges everyone's reaction.

We all nod in unison especially Nora who's head bobs up and down multiple times.

"Yes on the food. I need to feed my baby." She grumbles though her hand starts to caress her round bump lovingly.

I don't realize I'm staring until Damien pulls me to his side, bending down to whisper in my ear, "Are you hungry? Or do you want to go catch some sleep and rest?" He mumbles.

I nod my head yes at both the questions.

"I need to change first."

Damien's eyes immediately dart down to my still soaked clothes. I'm sure a light tinge of pink crosses my cheeks as you can see my multi coloured bra under my light blue shirt.

I stand there mortified as I think of how the lovely couple have seen me like this. Not the best first impression.

We both look up to see the other three people in the room grinning at us. I tilt my head in confusion but shake my head.

"I uh, need to go change my clothes. Would you mind waiting or...?" My question hangs in the air but Alexander immediately shakes his head at me.

"No, no. It's fine. You freshen up," Then he turns his attention away from me and to his wife," You should change out of your heels babe. We both know you're going to be moaning pretty soon and I don't have the energy to carry you?"

"Are you calling me fat?" Comes out a threatening hissing voice.

Damien, Greg and I immediately leave after that. Most definitely not wanting to get caught up in one of those fights.

Apparently we all share one suite, albeit very big and has three separate bedrooms, with one ensuite bathroom and one separate for all to use. Of course Greg claimed the ensuite bathroom but Damien and I didn't care much.

As we enter, my eyes take in the crème coloured walls with gold embellishments. The same plush couches in the James' couple room here as well. The furniture and everything was the same.

My eyes dart to my luggage and I immediately let out a sequel of joy as I rush to it.

Greg lets out a short laugh as I nudge him out of the way... or more like push him.

Grabbing my bag, I lift it up only for it to drop back down again pulling me along with it. I feel a warm hand grasp mine, looking up I send a polite smile of thanks to Greg who grins back. However Damien intrudes and takes the bag from Greg, basically snatching it out of his hand.

"I'll carry it." He answers.

I crinkle my brows before shrugging but nonetheless thanking him.

We head over to one of the random doors that lead to the identical looking bedroom as the one next door to me which will obviously hold Damien and his belongings. I thank him one last time to which he nods before confidently striding out my room.

I've noticed that about Damien. He never walks, but strides in such a graceful way that even a ballerina would be jealous.

Pulling open my suitcase, I glance at all my attire.

I know Damien said to pack light but I  most definitely didn't listen. My eyes flicker over all my choices on what to wear but judging by Nora's dress and the man's suit, I'm guessing it's going to be a formal affair.

If not, this is going to be awkward.

I grab a simple black number that's pretty plain but it will have to do. I'm not going to go traipsing around in anything too uncomfortable. I halt in place, clothes in hand as my eyes dart from the bathroom to the door leading into the lounge.

A quick shower won't hurt, will it?

The itch to get plane germs off me is overbearing but at the same time I'll feel bad if I make everyone late.

What will the other people think of me? They'll probably think of me as an awful human being for making a pregnant woman wait.

I curse myself for having a flair to be overdramatic.

Placing the dress down, I make sure I let it lie in such a way for it to not get creased. Miraculously, it hadn't already creased already during all this time.

I hesitantly make my way towards my bedroom door, sticking only my head out from the slit as I scan the living room.

There's no one there.

I bite my lip in thought before I roll my eyes at myself and open it fully, determined to find someone.

Heading to Greg's room, I twist the doorknob only to find it locked, knocking on the door, I wait awhile only for no one to answer.

Grumbling under my breath, I walk over to Damien's room, and knock on the door. I swear he is going to kill me for interrupting him changing or something.

I squirm around in irritability as I knock once more.

"I'm coming in." I announce.

Has he fallen to sleep?

Opening the door, I glance around the room to find it empty. Where the hell has he gone?
Stepping further inside, I try to see if there's another extension to somewhere but only find a door leading into the closet, same as mine.

Grumbling under my breath, I strain my ears to hear any movement but I can't hear anything. Deciding to just turn around, I make up my mind that I'll just hurriedly just change.

What more can I do?

Just as I turn back, the sound of a door sliding open, greets my ears. I smile and turn as I hear footsteps padding on the carpeted floor.

"Da-,"

I cut myself off, my smile faltering before turning blank at the sight before me. I gulp dryly, my face going void of colour before filling back with a red blush.

I try to avert my eyes but they continuously dart back;

To a very solid, towel clad, and wet, Damien Stryker.

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AN: Y'all saw that coming didn't chu. What you probably didn't see coming is Damien's P. O. V for the next chapter. I'm nice like that xD. Also sorry for not updating yesterday but updates will now be every second day as my exams are nearing and they are killing me :/.

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