The Playboy’s Downfall novel Chapter 3

“REMEMBER what I’ve told you, Isla. Behave,” her brother reminded her the moment she hopped off the car.

She smiled. “Of course, my dear brother. Don’t you worry. Anyway, are you sure you don’t want to show up?”-

Apollo frowned. “Huh?”’

She let out a soft chuckle. “My, my, my poor little brother. Even if he wanted to come, he can’t because he’s too old for Becca—”

“Shut up! Remember what I’ve told you. I’m keeping an eye on you, Isla,” he interrupted and sped off away.

Isla smiled and heaved a deep sigh after. She was about to take one step when Becca called her name. the woman is approaching her direction, wearing a wide smile.

“Where’s your jerky brother?” Becca asked.

She shrugged and started to walk her way inside Becca’s house. Becca then caught up and equal her pace.

“You know what, I don’t know what’s wrong with your brother.”

“Bear with it. He likes you but he just can’t have you because you’re too young for him. That’s the reason that is stopping him from clashing with you,” she replied.

Becca’s maid opened the door and greeted them. She smiled and slightly bowed her head before entering.

Becca laughed. “Fuck his reasons. He knew that I like him too.”

She shook her head as she sat on the leather sofa. Her brother, Apollo, likes Becca and her friend feels the same. However, just because of that stupid age gap, her brother is being coward.

“Age doesn’t matter but I don’t know about my brother. He’s too old-fashioned and whatsoever his reasons. I’m tired of it. Look, he even made an agreement with me.”

“Hmm…”

“My eighteenth birthday will be next week. I told him that he must invite Zero and tell him that he will be my last dance. Yes, he agreed but with his lame condition that I will stay away and stop fantasizing about Zero Cohen.”

She laughed, sarcastically.

“Like what the hell, Becca? There’s nothing wrong with having a crush on Zero—he may be a fuck boy or whatsoever they called it. Like how it deals with my affection? It’s not like I will let myself get fuck by that man.”

Becca let out a soft chuckle. “Apollo is just afraid that you’ll leave him.”

Isla glared at her friend. “Nice answer. Ha-ha,” she uttered and rolled her eyes.

“Anyway,” Becca stood up and stretches her arms, “let’s stop that complicated topic for now, and let’s go upstairs to choose what we need to wear,” she said.

“Yeah. Much better,” she agreed.

IT WAS EXACTLY eight in the evening when they finished doing their girly stuff and were ready to go.