Bedding My Vampire Mate

Anthony followed where he pointed at. His lips curled into a sweet smile when he saw the clothes that had the design of his favourite hero on the front.

"Do you think that is cool?" Derrick scoffed and crossed his arms around his chest. "If you call that tanky shirt cool then sorry to say that you have no fashion sense," He commented to the displeasure of Amos and Joanna.

"Why are you gazing at me like that? You and I know that I am telling the truth?" He said without showing any sign of remorse.

"Let me show you what is cool," He said and strolled to the rack where varieties of shirts from different designer brands hung.

"This is cool," He said and took out a black shiny leather jacket. He held it in front of him for others to see.

"And this is cool," He retorted and displayed the blue shirt he picked for his companions to see.

He walked to the right where trousers were displayed. He skimmed through the different trousers lined up on that row.

He paused and reached out his hand to pick a pair of trousers that caught his attention.

"This one is hot," He said beaming.

"All you care about is playing and fooling around. No wonder your fashion sense sucks too," Amos retorted and strolled away from the area they stood.

Joanna followed him.

"He is fucking annoying," Derrick said while glaring at Amos departing back. "What annoys me most is that haughty attitude of his. I wonder what gives him such confidence," He said bitterly.

"You can't blame him for acting this way but blame it on his identity," Raymond muttered. He lifted his hand to ruffle the hair of the boy gazing at him but Anthony ran off.

"Also, you are going out way too strong and that is why he is retaliating in the same manner. Keep a low profile after this," Raymond advised.

He approached the direction the others went without waiting for Derrick.

"Although he is annoying like hell, you are twice worse compared to him," Derrick mumbled. He proceeded to join them afterwards.

They were still strolling around the mall when Joanna suddenly came to a halt.

Amos walking at the front paused and walked back to where she stood when he noticed that she was distracted.

"It's so beautiful!" She blurted. Her radiating smile broadened more as she gazed at the dress.

Eager to know what she was talking about Amos and Raymond followed her line of sight almost at the same time.

They diverted their gaze back to her face when they noticed what had caught her attention.

"Do you like it?" Raymond beat Amos to ask the question first.

"Like is an understatement," She blurted. Her eyes glistened as she refused to look away from the armless tight-fitted long dress that was displayed on one of the mannequins.

"I love it," She added. She turned around and gazed at Raymond when she realised what she had said.

"That's…,"

"I recall that your dress got torn in the past because of me. This means I owe you an outfit…,"

"That happened a long time ago…,"

"Yes, but I still remember saying that for the dress I ruined I will give you a hundred outfits as compensation…,"

"That was only a child's word. It's not to be taken seriously," She cut in playfully.

"What if I tell you that I meant what I said that day?" He asked seriously.

Joanna would have assumed he was joking if not for his firm expression. She was momentarily speechless, noticing that he wasn't kidding.

"Let me buy that dress for you as my first gift after our reunion and also as compensation for the dress I owe you…,"

"That is not necessary," Joanna waved her hand as she spoke.

"What if I insist?" He quizzed.

"My dress wasn't 1/3 as expensive as that. Buying this dress for me is like compensating me with a golden or platinum doll for my wooden toy you destroyed….,"

"As Rick said, I am rich. If you are worried about the cost of the dress then you don't have to. I can afford a few more of this…,"

"She just said she doesn't want it, didn't you hear that or do you have a problem with your ear?" Amos, who couldn't stand this anymore, retorted.

"Also, what is this public display of wealth? Does she tell you she doesn't have someone wealthier than you to handle all her expenses if she is lacking?" He asked coldly.

"By this someone wealthier, are you perhaps referring to yourself?" Derrick chuckled as he pointed at Amos.

Although Derrick's question was simple, Amos was hesitant to reply.

He was aware that they would start suspecting his identity if he said yes.

He tried to come up with a convincing answer to give to them.

"Have you forgotten whose mate she is?" He argued with his shoulders held high.

"Can your wealth be compared to that of the King?".

Raymond frowned upon hearing Amos' conclusion. "Isn't he supposed to be your rival so why are you acting like you are talking about yourself?" He asked, his suspicious glares concentrated on Amos' face.

"T-that is…," Amos' gaze wavered as he searched for what to say.

"Thinking back now, I feel like your question is reasonable. He is always acting like he is above everyone and this leads me to my question…," Derrick trailed. He walked two steps forward so he and Amos were looking into each other's eyeballs.

Anthony bit his nails as he tried not to look at the adult's face.

[Does this mean that they have found out Brother Kay's secret]

"Who are you and what is your identity exactly?" Derrick asked. "Let's get the facts straight so there will be no room for discussion," He said, not looking away from Amos' eyes.

Joanna's heart pounded against her chest as she stared at the two guys who were looking into each other's eyes.

Her grip on the shopping bags in her hands tightened. The observative Raymond noticed this in time.

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