Fated is overrated

** Sunday ** Lola

POV

Today is the day I have to entertain the 2 knuckleheads. To say I am not looking forward to it would be the understatement of the century. The day can't go by fast enough for me.

The only thing good that will be coming from today will be that I am going to arrange Nick the medical attention he needs.

Even if it means I'll have to do something I really don't want to, I will. Nick is the only important person in my life and I will do whatever it takes. Of course I won't let dumb & dumber know that, I need to appear to have the upper hand and trick them into it. It's 11:45 and I am stepping out of the house and rounding the corner when the familiar evergreen and cedarwood scent hits my nose.

As sh*tty as they are, I have to admit their scent is maddeningly delicious. Zeke and Zane come into view, they are leaning against a big black limousine.

They are both dressed in a 3 piece dark blue suit with a white shirt. They are wearing cognac colored dress shoes and their entire appearance looks like they just stepped off of a runway.

Even though I hate and loathe them, I am not blind. And they look devilishly handsome with their playfully styled blonde locks and smoldering green eyes, who are watching me intently.

Every woman walking on the street turns and stares at them and it's annoying as f*ck. Sure they are good looking, but their personalities don't match their appearance.

Hl deliberately didn't dress up as I want them to accept the rejection, not stir up anything that doesn't need stirring. So, I am wearing normal skinny jeans, a pair of semi long black biker boots, a black sweater vest and a t-shirt underneath it.

I was purposefully aiming to irk them with choice of clothing. Nothing that shows my curves, and nothing befitting of a royal one's mate.

But instead of getting the aggravated reactions I was expecting, I am met with 2 beaming smiles. Zane clears his throat and speaks up first, with a glint in his eyes "you look stunning as always".

Zeke is eyeing me up and down and just as I thought at least 1 of the 2 would scold me on my choice of attire, he says "you are breathtaking, you know that?". He holds out his hand for me, to escort me into the limousine, but I don't take it. "Thanks. So, where are the books?"

I was hoping to just grab the books and run, I could get Nick sorted through Drake perhaps. But I guess they saw that coming as Zeke smirks "you will get them after the date, kitten.

We don't want you bailing halfway now, do we". Well, I kind of would.... I can't help but take a jab "Wow, guess you are smarter than you look. And STOP calling me kitten!". I mean.. I agreed on spending the day, that is as far as my commitment goes. I can be the snarky little b*tch I am.

They both laugh and Zane replies "feisty as always. And I guess we had that one coming. We were given the most beautiful girl alive as our mate, and we blew it".

I lose my internal battle to sustain from rolling my eyes, as I sneer "could you suck up any harder, really? And FYI, for people who actually have a heart and a personality, looks aren't the only thing that matters". I have been itching to tell them off.

They can compliment my looks all they want, complimenting someone's personality is the real compliment. Their smiles falter as they take a deep sigh, and Zeke just offers his hand again to help me in. I disregard his hand and climb into the limousine.

Not long after, Zeke and Zane follow in as well. Zeke comes to sit next to me and Zane sits across from me. Both of them are pretty big and even though this is a big limo - the space is still filled up easily with 2 bulky men.

As the space is so restricted, Zeke's leg brushes against my own and I feel a blast of electric sparks coursing through me. Whether I dislike them or not, the sparks coming from the mate bond are absolutely tantalizing.

I could see why those who fell in love with their fated mates would say it's the best feeling in the world. If you are in love with the person, I can imagine those sparks intensifying every touch would drive one insane. As my bad luck would have it - Zane also brushes my leg with his, as he is moving into his seat.

Did they order the smallest limo possible to ensure I would be glued to them or something? Zane's brush ignites the same sparks, and the feeling of the sparks on both my legs is overwhelming.

Despite my mind objecting profusely, my body reacts instantly and I can feel my nipples hardening and my breath is getting labored.

Stupid mate bond! I try to move my legs away from them, but they have me pretty much caged in. I clear my throat, hoping my voice doesn't betray me like my body has, and say "ahem....

Do you mind giving me some personal space?". Zane just grins at me while Zeke replies "sorry kitten, the limo is not as spacious unfortunately, you will have to bear with us".

Both of them are grinning like Cheshire cats and I know they have done this on purpose. I roll my eyes at them and reply "I know you did this on purpose. It's not working". And we continue the ride in silence.

The ride seems to go on for forever, or maybe that's just because I am highly uncomfortable with the tingles running up my legs.

I hate this stupid mate bond and what it does to your body without your consent. I am even physically a little aroused just from our legs touching, but I hate admitting that because this isn't what I want.

I try to focus on the scenery outside, and a lot of the landscape reminds me of the lands I passed when coming here in the first place. Are they taking me back to the Royal Kingdom?!

All of a sudden I panic a little bit, what if they try to keep me there by force? Or what if this was all a ploy to get me back and throw me in the dungeons?

"Where are you taking me?" I manage to speak up in a steady voice. Zane replies "it's a surprise" and that answer doesn't sit well with me at all.

The panic is either apparent on my face, or they can feel it through the bond or some sh*t, because Zeke quickly adds "don't worry. Our intentions are good, Lola I promise nothing will be happening to you. And it's not as if we could force you to do anything you don't want, you'd hand us our *sses". "Yeah, well, sorry to burst your bubble, but your promise doesn't mean sh*t to me.

And everyone has their weaknesses" I grumble. Their smiles falter for a minute but then those annoying grins are back on their faces again.

It's like nothing I say gets to them anymore, while in the past I didn't even have to speak, I merely had to be present to annoy them. And it irks me.

It irks me how they can only be nice now they had found out I am their mate. I hate people who aren't genuinely kind, but only because they want to get something out of it.