"Are you okay to stay here? Alone? You can live with me; the mansion is huge enough."

I smiled at him. Ever since he found me from where our aunt brought me, he never stopped asking me what I wanted. Now that I told him that I want to live alone in a house, he teases me, and he also visits often. I'm going to college tomorrow, at the same school where he attends, and here he is being a protective brother, which I actually like.

"Damon, you don't have to act like I am the same kid anymore. I can manage to be alone," another one didn't want to be a burden on him. Damon has suffered enough. I can't put another burden on his shoulder. If possible, I will help him.

"Fine, just tell me what you want and if you want something."

"Sure, oh! Wait!" Before he left, I chased after him and hugged him. Well, I am going to ask a favor. I know he won't reject me.

"What is it?"

"The blue-haired guy who picked us up at the airport," His eyebrows raised, and he seemed to have an idea of what I was going to say, which is why I smiled widely.

"I kinda... like him."

"You just met him last week, and you already like him?" He groaned.

"Oh c'mon Damon, I just want you to introduce me to him. He's your friend and... since I will often go with you from lunch 'til, after class, we should know each other too." He frowned even more.

"He's Meast Trigon Schneider, and he already has someone he likes," I suddenly felt depressed, but I still have hope. I won’t give up so easily.

"Okay! Thank you, Damon!" I said happily and quickly turned away from him. Meast huh? Wait and I'm going to make you mine.

I am Dimaria Rushwood Dankworth, the only sister of Damon Lucifer Dankworth, but I am better known in the US as Dimaria Rushwood, for some reason. That's what I was introduced to when I started modeling. But when Damon found me, I chose to go back to him and continue my studies here.

The next day, I was excited to wake up early. I was humming a random song as I took a shower. I want to see Meast again. Too bad I'm younger than them. They're my seniors. But even so, I don't care if there is an age gap between us. I like Meast. I rarely like men, to be honest, but there's something about him that really got my attention.

After showering and getting dressed, I combed my short hair. I've never had long hair before. I don't know. I'm afraid it will take too long. I'll just let it grow longer if some painful thing happens to me. Yeah! Isn't it the other way around? Commonly, women cut their hair when they are in pain. Well, not all of them, and there's me. After I finished, I immediately went in, using the car Damon gave me. He's spoiling me. I like what he's doing. Dame is the only one left in my family, and of course, Frose. He's our cousin. Damon adopted him when his parents died.

I'm not sure how happy I was that day because of Meast and the idea that we will have a chance now to get to know each other. My mind was traveling in another dimension; until it was lunchtime. I quickly left the room to find the department where I can find Damon and Meast. They are both Archi students. Damon is actually a little older than Meast. He was late to attend school because he used to be home-schooled. He also stopped going to high school for some serious reason.

I haven't seen Meast and Damon yet when I saw how the girls around them giggled, and why not? They're both hot and heartthrobs.

If only Damon wasn't my brother, of course, I might be like those girls, but that's gross! And my eyes are only for Meast. My panty almost dropped upon staring at him! Shit! Why is his hair blue?!

I greeted him with a smile. Meast gave me a small smile, which made my heart beat fast. I kept holding onto the waistband of my panty because I felt like I was going to fall.

Did he really smile at me?

"Damon! M-Meast, it's a good thing I caught you outside, I was looking for the both of you." I saw how Damon's eyebrows shot up.

"Meast, remember my sister Dimaria? She's going to join us. Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, bud!" I was even more convinced when he agreed! Omg! Does he like me too? Aish, stop it, Dimaria.

I smiled and went with them, and while we were walking, my eyes were only on Meast. I wouldn't have been able to avoid it if I hadn't bumped into someone.

"Oh my! I'm sorry!" I apologized, while Damon and Meast were talking in the front and were unconscious. I looked at the man I bumped into, and he just glared at me. His ID caught my eye, and he's an engineering student. And I'm sure Dame is just his age.

"Sorry..." I apologized again, but he just shook his uniform a little, as if to fix it before turning his back on me. stuck I was about to walk again, but I turned to him again for a moment while frowning. Am I right? I felt something strange about that man.

I tried to forget what had happened and decided to follow the two, but I saw that they had already turned to me and were both waiting for me.

"What's that?" Damon asked.

"Ah, I crashed into someone," I answered sparingly and smiled. Damon just nodded and went back to talking to Meast. When we got to the cafeteria, it was Meast who volunteered to order our food.

"You're staring at him like you're going to eat him. You like my friend that much?" There was teasing in his tone, so I frowned at him.

"And so what? He's pretty cool and interesting. His blue hair, his attitude, I want to know more of hi—" I couldn't finish what I said as I turned my gaze in the direction of the entrance cafeteria.

A rather familiar man entered there, three buttons of his uniform were open, his hand in his pocket, and a tall and beautiful woman next to him, followed by two other men, with women also next to them. The women inside this cafeteria who had only paid attention to Dame and Meast before now immediately turned their attention to them, especially to him.

Who's that guy? He was the same guy I bumped into a while ago. Our eyes met, and his eyebrows shot again before he looked away indifferently.

"Who are you staring at?" Damon's question caught my attention. I immediately looked at him and smiled.

"I just saw the one I bumped into earlier. You too quite have the same attitude. Grumpy and stubborn," he frowned at me.

"That's Hunter Martinez, and don't compare me to him," he said still frowning.

"So you knew him?!" I said so loud that we grabbed the attention of the students from the other table. My brother's face became even more grumpy.

"Of course, he's my toughest rival here. And I don't really like hearing my name next to his," No, I just ignored what Damon said and just turned to Meast, who glanced at us. I smiled at him the moment our eyes met. He didn't attack me; he nodded at me until a woman appeared next to him and hugged him. I saw how he kissed her on the cheek and I immediately frowned.

Who is that girl?

I was even more lost in the mood of Meast's companion when the woman returned to our table. She even took the seat next to me. So instead of me being next to Meast, we got him in the middle. Argh!

"Is she your sister, Dame?" The woman I winced at in my mind was looking at me. It's obvious from Damon and I's faces, that there's a resemblance. But if you don't look at us, you won't immediately know that we look a bit alike.

"Yeah, she's Dimaria. Dimmy, she's Meast's special someone, Valierie." Damon introduced me. Not that I am asking her name. I heard more about that special someone. I looked at the woman from head to toe.

She looks like a model. I can easily say this because I am also a model. Meast likes these types of women, so why not me? Oh well! She was the first he met. I faked a smile at Valerie.

She said goodbye for a while to go to the washroom. Someone called Damon, so Meast and I left. I sip on my juice and watch him busy eating his food. I smiled and bowed.

"You really like Val?" He looked at me as his chewing slowed down.

"Yeah," ouch!

"How? I mean, why? Why her?"

"Ah, why not her?" Yes indeed. I cleared my throat. I looked away for a moment, but I saw him staring at me from the corner of my eyes. I even saw him shaking his head and taking a deep sigh.

Maybe he already has a hint? I don't care if he finds out that I like him. Val is also back, and Damon. We finished the meal and agreed to leave because they had a class at one o'clock.

I was about to go straight to our room when I felt the call of nature. I quickly headed to the common comfort room on the ground floor. When I got in, I immediately went to a cubicle and then just sank myself after lowering my skirt.

I opened my eyes and breathed out, but I stopped when I heard a weird sound. I held my breath and slowly finished what I was doing and pulled up my skirt together with my panties.

I was horrified to hear the long and loud moan of a woman who seemed to have reached something I didn't know. My frown didn't disappear when I left the cubicle and washed my hands before grabbing a tissue. I almost lost my breath and was stunned to see someone come out of the cubicle next to the one I entered earlier. A girl, who I was sure was from my department, came straight out of the comfort room, leaving me alone with the man I collided with earlier. Hunter Martinez.

He looked at me in the mirror without emotion. From our reflection, our gazes clashed. I don't know why I felt something the moment our eyes met. Those stirring hooded gray eyes, thick eyebrows, and aristocratic nose complemented his whole manly face, which copied Western features.

I gulped hard. My hand trembled, and I almost dropped the tissue.

Why the heck is he staring at me?!

I looked down because I felt like my heart was going to come out of my chest from the force of the pounding.

"I'm sorry again earlier.. . and now." I nibbled my lips when I looked at him. He didn't move and just looked at me. I couldn't read anything on his face because he was like a blank book. I threw away the used tissue and looked down at his ID, where I clearly saw his full name.

Hunter Daxton Martinez, Civil Engineering Student.

"Why are you with Damon Dankworth?" I wanted to raise my eyebrows at his question. Why is he curious?

"I'm his younger sister. Why?" His lips formed a mischievous grin before he started to walk.

But before he could get out completely, he stopped for a moment and looked slightly at me.

"Pretend you didn't hear anything. Apology accepted. Divecca." He finally came out and I slowly processed what he said in my mind. Divecca? Does he know me? I looked at myself and saw that I don't have an ID yet. I can get it next week. How did he know me? How did he know my name?