The Cursed Prime.

THE OPPOSITE SIDES.

Reagan woke up with a banging head, her predicament hadn't dawned on her yet. That for someone who was way more interested in girls, she seemed to have enjoyed a great night with the strange man she met at the club. Speaking of the strange man, she turned to the side to see a note and a bunch of cash on his side of the bed.

"What a jerk." she cursed and held her head, she stood up from the bed to get herself some painkillers for her head. A rapt knock on the door interrupted her peace; "Layla get your ass in here silly." Reagan attempted to yell and regretted it immediately.

Her Sister came in with a wide grin; "So, how was your first night?" Layla asked.

"Great, but the swine didn't notice obviously." Reagan said, motioning to the stack of cash on the bed.

"What the hell?!" Layla yelled.

"My thoughts exactly." Reagan replied after she swallowed the aspirin, she brewed some coffee for herself and began to take little sips.

"Didn't he notice the barrier between his manhood and your jewel?"

Reagan shrugged her shoulders, "I guess he was as befuddled and enthusiastic as i was. Or he is just a complete asshole."

"I prefer to believe the first is the case."

"Why?"

"Because...you..I..."

"Don't even think about it Layla, i told you this before, I do not need any man. I know what you are trying to do, the fact that you don't like my s****l preference doesn't give you the right to play matchmaker."

Layla sighed, "Fine, I'm sorry. Henceforth, i won't judge you anymore."

"You better." Reagan picked up the towel and was about to head for the bathroom.

Layla sniffed, and sniffed and sniffed again; "There's...(sniffs)...something about...(sniffs)...this scent."

"What about it?"

"I can't tell, but it's....there's something...strange about it."

"Oh he's strange alright, he insisted the light remained switched off and he never took off his clothes or let me touch him while we f**ked. But, it was great, he was as wild as fire, sinfully sexy as the devil and at the same time....tender as a dove.

"That's...confusing."

"Exactly."

"You got his number right? At least for another steamy night." Layla winked, Reagan rolled her eyes and walked into the bathroom.

Reagan and Layla were sisters but with clear opposite sides, she had never liked reagan's s****l preference or choice of partners even. She literally had to convince her sister into getting intimate with a man last night just to make sure she wasn't broken completely. It was clear now that her sister just couldn't stand being with a man, even after admitting to a great night. Layla looked at the note on the bed, after reading through, she stuffed the note in her jean back pocket.

Reagan came out just in time to see that; "What are you hiding?" she asked, drying her chestnut bob hair.

"I'm not hiding anything, please dress up let's leave this hotel, i miss my room."

"There you go again, you ain't fun anymore Layla."

"Whatever, not everyone is sociable like you." Layla rolled her eyes.

Reagan chuckled, she knew the phobia that drove her sister into this shell of cautiousness. Thankfully, with her help she recovered from that ugly ordeal, but the incident left her scarred. "I promise, i will find those bastards and rip their flesh from their bones."

Layla smiled, but one could tell it didn't reach her eyes, she blamed herself for turning Reagan into this person that she is. She would have learnt how to defend herself when she had the chance, if she had, the incident that changed their lives wouldn't have happened. But she became useless and went after boys instead, her power is the only thing she has, nothing more.

"Stop thinking about it Layla. You can go back to the apartment, i still have one more wild night to blaze through." Reagan winked.

"Eww." Layla said and walked out of the room.

>>>Lohith emerged from the bathroom and ordered the lady in his bed out; "And what the hell are you still doing here?"

"Let's try one more time lohith, please." the lady begged in a seductive tone.

"How dare you address me by my name. Get the hell out!" he roared. The lady scurried out of the bed and out of his room, still undressed. Everyone knew him for his short temper, animalistic behavior, coldness... in fact Lohith could be anything and everything he wanted.

Lohith sat down on the single sofa in his room and sipped the whiskey from his glass, his brother walked into his room, Lohith growled softly. "We're brothers, not mates."

"Exactly what you need brother, a mate." Lohan said

"There's no such thing." Lohith sensed someone else in the room and groaned, "What do you both have against privacy."

"Hana, don't misuse your powers with our brother." Lohan said.

A lady appeared and said; "You will find your mate and she'll bear you children, that's what the prophecy said prime."

"Lohith doesn't believe in that, remember."

"For six hundred years, I've been unable to get any woman to birth my child. Suddenly, a prophecy pops up and says i have a mate somewhere." Lohith scoffed and drained his glass.

"Have a little faith, brother."

"Right, Now you both can get your asses out of my room."

"What about the other thing? Sheila is back in the city, i can set a mee......" Lohan paused when he noticed Lohith's eyes change, the atmosphere in the room became heavy. "Or you can see her on your own terms." He quickly added.

The twins made their way out of Lohith's room, they knew how much their brother hated witches and it was already hard enough that he had to rely on one for solutions to his problems.

Lohan sighed, "He needs to continue his ritual." he said

"I know, but it's best he makes that decision himself." Lohana replied and they walked away.