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I enter Zion's room. To say it's a mess would be an understatement. Everything is everywhere. Zion hated cleaning up, sometimes he would take off his clothes and throw them haphazardly on the floor instead of the laundry basket that was literally a few steps away next to his closet.

"Hi," I say, pushing some clothes to the corner of the couch to sit down.

"What do you want? He snaps at me. And a lift a brow with a little amusement at how annoyed he was.

"Your mom was here wasn't she?"

"Why do you say that?" he throws me an irritated look, bending to pick up some clothes from under the bed to throw them inside the laundry basket without missing a bit.

"I don't understand how your clothes end up under the bed," I say without waiting for an answer about his mom, it was obvious anyway. His mother says Zion took after his father clattering the bedroom like they expect someone to pick after them, which is true because we have a housekeeper who makes sure everything is in perfect order, but when our mothers are around, it's different. They cook, and order everyone else to clean up after themselves, which is why Zion was in such a foul mood.

"So, what happened?"

Zion asked, throwing some of his clothes on the bed and coming to sit at the foot of it, the hangers arranged at the side. He glared at them before he started slipping the shirts into them.

I stared at him first, trying not to burst out laughing at the way he angrily arranged his clothes,

"We are having a meeting later tonight at Jesùs's club."

Zion, shrugged, then added, "Are we invited?"

I nodded, "they said you all need to be there." I added, helping him organise some of the t-shirts on the couch beside me.

"You know, you should have just let your mom help you."

He glowered, standing to hang the shirts in the closet. " I'm too old for that. "

"Really? The housekeeper does it for you." I said, laughing at the way he narrowed his eyes at me.

"What do you want?"

"Oh, yeah. I forgot I came in here for a reason." I told him, moving the now arranged t-shirts to his bed so I could lie comfortably on the couch, my hands under my head.

"Do you know a book called Fifty Shades of Grey?" he swings a puzzled look at me before going back to his task.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Did you read it?"

This time he threw me a disgusted look. "Not a fan of romance," he added, walking into his closet, I leaned forward, placing my feet on the floor watching him hang his clothes in order, shirts first taking a whole section followed by t-shirts

"Apparently it's kinky." I could tell his mind was trying to process that because once he did, he dramatically rolled his eyes.

"No way."

"How would you know? You've never read it."

"Because Serena read it."

I know, so did Lia."

"But Serena was like fourteen," Zion argued, coming back into the bedroom to pick up the rest of his clothes which constituted of pants and jumpers "Maybe Lia doesn't know what kinky means." He mumbled with an unconvincing tone.

"I doubt that. She is in her early twenties. You know what it means and you're younger than her."

"I know. I just don't want to imagine Serena knows it too."

"Maybe we should read it."

Zion chuckled, stripping off the bed and dropping the bedding into the laundry basket. "I don't know why it bothers me that Serena knows about kinky stuff while she's an adult too."

I didn't say anything, but added, "What do you say?"

"Why do I have to read it with you? Why can't you read it alone?"

I leaned back on the couch again pondering that question. Zion had already finished cleaning up his room and was now lying on top of the bed, his legs over the footboard.

"I actually don't want to read it. I thought you had."

"You wanted me to narrate for you a kinky story?"

"Nothing wrong with it," I mumbled, sneaking a look at him.

"There is everything wrong with it." He shot back clearing his throat.

"Why? Lia and Serena probably read it and analyzed it together. "

"Girls are different. Women are different. Have you heard our mothers talking about romance novels like they have a test the following day? Why can't you ask Lia?"

"I did."

"And?"

"She got all embarrassed about it."

Zion scowled at me with a a disgusted look. "There are things you shouldn't tell me?"

"Why the hell not? You're my brother." I ardently replied, sitting up, my eyes fixed on his face.

"Yeah, and she is my sister."

"Fine. I'll ask Matteo. But I know you're now curious enough to read it yourself."

He bit his lip and I knew I was correct.

After a few minutes, I left Zion and went into my room, closing the door behind me before throwing myself to the bed, my phone in my hands. I had to know about this book.

I typed in the title of the book on the Google search engine. Not what I expected, I thought as I went through the book covers...not only book covers, there were movie posters as well, but they looked like romance movie posters, I told myself, somehow agreeing with Zion. This might be just erotic other than kinky.

I was about to browse through the images when unceremoniously Zion unlocked my door, shoving himself in while holding a laptop and the phone under it.

"It is kinky," he announced. Sitting on the small desk in the corner near the window.

"You didn't have the time to watch or read anything, I left your room like a minute ago."

"Yeah, long enough to read a few reviews and watch some clips."

"Is it like porn?" I whispered as if afraid someone might hear us, leaning on my elbow.

"Not exactly, but borderline enough, at least from the few clips I've watched.

"Lock the door. Let's see what the girls have been reading about. "

"They're three." He murmured, jumping up and walking to lock the door.

"Three movies?" I asked, astonished, and a little annoyed about it.

"Hmm, and four books."

"Shit!" I swore, "No way in hell am I reading the books."

Zion agreed. Taking the remote to check the channels with the movies. Once we had found them, he pressed play on the first one under the trilogy, and by the end of it, Zion and I had concluded it was a little kinky, but twisted.

"I can't imagine hurting Lia like that. This is not my kind of kinky." I added.

"Let's not speak of our preferences on this topic and watch the second one," Zion stood as if he needed to move around, the remote in hand.

"I honestly hope she doesn't return. He doesn't deserve her. He is a depraved son of a bitch." I say, lifting my legs over the back of the couch while my head was straining to stay put at the edge of the arm.

It got worse on the second so much so we did not finished it nor did we watch the last one. There was no need.

"I wonder why the girls loved it so much," I muttered, still lying uncomfortably on the bed except now I had placed one of my hands on the floor.

"I don't know. Serena didn't leave her bedroom while reading the second one because Lia was waiting for it."

"Why didn't they buy one each?"

"Beats me. What's the point of having so much money if you cannot indulge in your pursuits?"

I shrugged. Even though I wouldn't be watching the end of the second movie or the third one, there were two things I wanted to try with Lia. I did not tell Zion that though. It was a secret. Somehow I couldn't wait to get Lia alone.

Lia was in her room alone stretched out on the outer top of the couch, her beautiful legs crossed at the ankles. She had pushed the couch near the window so she could look through it while seated, an opened book on her lap.

She smiled when she saw me, biting the corner of her lip.

"I watched Fifty Shades of Grey," I say without preamble, and her eyes pop up wide, her mouth opened in shock. I take the opportunity to close the door, leaning on the back and looking at her face.

She was beautiful, my Lia. But right now she was staring at me as if I had three heads.

"Where? How?"

I raised an eyebrow, giving her a knowing smile.

"I wish I hadn't told you."

"Why not?" she shrugged, sliding off to the seat and sitting with her knees up.

"I didn't like it," I tell her, still leaning on the door while she was hiding her face with her hands.

"I don't know why you're embarrassed when we have done so much."

That annoyed her somehow because she glared at me.

"The books are better," she says quietly.

"I doubt that."

"You are the one that loves kinky."

"Not that kind. I would never get off by hurting you no matter what." I tell her, walking to where she sat.

"But there are at least two things I want to do with you."

I whisper, sitting beside her.

"What?" she cocked her head, her eyes going soft with curiosity.

"I'm saving it. Keeping it a secret." she swats my shoulder, then leans her head on it, her hair brushing my neck and I think, my world is alright.

*Hi, babes. Sorry I've been so inconsistent lately, life just happens.

Kindly let me know what you think of this chapter. *