Chapter 9

The fact that Elijah didn't even know her name nor anything about her, only that she was in his mother's school. "What's your name, though?"

Cassandra suddenly remembered she had never introduced herself before, and so with him. "Cassandra. You can call me Cassie, or Cass. Though I prefer Cassie." She chuckled and he smiled.

"Elijah." She was inlove with his name already.

"Nice name. I'm free on Sunday." She agreed to his date. "The last time I went on a date with my ex, two years ago, I had an episode of seizure and he broke up with me the next day. He never knew, I never told him." She laughed at the memory. "I hope I don't have seizures when I'm with you."

"I hope so too." He said in time his phone rang. He retrieved it from his pocket and the caller brought a frown on his face. "Let me take this." She nodded and he walked towards the door and leaned on it, watching her look at the drip like she had never seen it before. "What is it?" The tone he used now was very different from what he had used with Cassandra.

Jaden from the other line of the call sighed, "Your father. He called me as he couldn't get you. He's requesting you come to the house for dinner."

Elijah closed his eyes and took a deep breath as though to calm the raging madness that was about to show, "Tell him I can't make it, 'cause obviously, I can't."

Jaden signed again, he knew this was going to be war soon. "Where are you? He wouldn't agree, Master Elijah, and you know it."

That was the thing, he knew but cared less. "It's still noon. Tell him I'd be there." And he ended the call. He walked back to Cassandra but he didn't sit.

"Can I take this off? I want to go home, I don't like the hospital." She said as she looked up at him, expectantly.

Elijah smiled and nodded, "Let me call for the nurse." He went out and came back with a nurse. The nurse with black hair removed the drip and told Cassandra what she would be doing to reduce the seizures and they left her hospital ward. She was still dressed in her uniform, and she carried her tote bag on her shoulder. "Let me drop you?." He insisted when they came to the garage and walked to his Aston Martin.

"Thank you." She agreed and climbed on the passenger's seat.

Elijah drove through the road and traffic and came to stop where he had the other Friday night, but before she alighted his car, he asked for her contact details and she gave to him.

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It was late in the evening where Elijah stood before his mirror in his room. His room was simply decorated in white paints, ash bedside cupboards and wardrobes. Black bed with black bedsheets and duvet. He aswell, was dressed in a Valentino button up shirt and pants to match. He wore on one of his loafers. He left his room to the sitting room to see his bodyguard awaiting him. Jaden picked out the key of his Kia EV9. It was his first ever car bought by himself.

Jaden drove them to King's Estate. As the name stated, only kings were required to stay in that estate, multi billionaires. Jaden reached the sixth building and the gateman opened the gate immediately as he recognised the people in the car. Jaden parked the car where other rich-as-heck cars were parked and Elijah got down the car. Not looking fazed that his other brothers might be here too. He entered inside the tall glassy building without waiting for Jaden. He made his way straight to the dining table and found his family already seated on the long dining.

Father, step mother, twin stepbrothers and older brother. He internally sighed and took his sit, the last chair on the right side of the dining table where no one sat except his stepmother who sat beside his father at the head.

"Why didn't you answer my call, Elijah?" His father's commanding tone would've scared anyone but Elijah.

"I was with a friend." He answered, not looking up at anyone but at his food which was being set by a maid. He made himself comfortable on the armrest chair, resting his arm and back as though he were in his penthouse.

"With a friend? When did you start having friends?" His father glared at him but Elijah was far too relaxed to even notice.

"Today."

His father scoffed, "Where?" He growled, his tone entering the dangerous side.

"In a hospital, father." He finally turned to look at his father. He did little to nothing to look presentable to his father. His hair was still as ruffled and he didn't wear suits, he hated suits.

"Elijah Anderson!" He hissed at the nonchalance of the young man. "The fucker you were with at a goddamn hospital, is it better than answering a call from your father?!"

Maybe, was at the tip of Elijah's tongue but he decided to let dinner be a good one. "Have you finished?" He asked the maid but it was a question directed at his father. "If you have, let's eat. I'm famished." He said and picked up his cutlery, ignoring the all the eyes on his person and eating the food like he truly enjoyed it, he hated it. It was disgusting and bland.

Elijah's father decided to calm down for now and eat his food, his other siblings started eating aswell. "How is the restaurant, Zayn?" He asked in-between eating.

"It's going well, father. I've made a new system. Discount Friday, it's usually very full on Fridays, not that it isn't everyday." He smiled at his progress. The restaurant was his father's but under his name.

"What are you doing, Zeno?" His father asked the other twin. Zeno and his twin brother, Zayn were fraternal twins. They had little to no resemblance to eachother.

"My real estate, father. It's going well." He was naturally not a talkative.

"Mm that's very wonderful for both of you." Their mother with brown hair, like theirs, and blue eyes smiled at them.

"Elijah, what have you been up to?"

"Nothing that would be of good hearing to you." This usually happened on every family dinner they shared. Talking about whatever rubbish eachother was doing and it was just utter boring. He hated sharing whatever he was doing with his father because one; his father would start lecturing him on how to be like him and two; his father would never be in support of whatever he did.

"Still that bar right? You won't leave that bar, Elijah?" Elijah's father, Michelangelo Anderson, scrunched up his face into s frown. "I will take matter into my hands if you don't shut down that bar." He threatened but Elijah didn't speak.

He should try if he can.

"I'm done. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving." He stood up and his eyes moved to his older brother who hadn't spared him a word, neither did he. They were blood brothers, but separated when their mother died and when he chose to live like their father wanted. Elijah hated his father after his mother's death and he still do now. Without any more word, he left the dining room and outside the house.