Ansel enjoyed the rest of the day with his lover, although “enjoyed” might have been a bit of an understatement. Every moment Ansel spent with Lucio was one dripping with joy, affection and sweet, delicate kisses the two men peppered onto one another's skin. They swam until their muscles were tired and sore, and when their stomachs began to grumble, Lucio made the best fish and chips Ansel had ever tasted. “You're going to make the best househusband,” Ansel laughed, taking another bite of the cripsy fish. When they were finished eating, Ansel told Lucio to go say goodbye to his brothers and disappeared upstairs so he could gather all of their belongings.When he was finished, he carried the bags downstairs and out onto the porch where the three golden haired beauties were sitting.<br/><br/>Lucio said his goodbyes, Cassio went off in his typically melancholy manner, and as Ansel was about to follow his young lover to the car, Griffith touched his shoulder, causing Ansel to turn back and look at the middle brother with curious eyes.<br/><br/>“Did he?” Ansel said slowly, his gaze traveling to the boy who was currently slipping into the driver's seat of his BMW. A smile crept onto his face as he watched Lucio shift around.<i>I love you</i>, he thought, his heart swelling in his broad chest. “I'd love to have you in my class, Griffith,” Ansel replied fondly, turning back toward the young man and offering his hand. “Please do understand that just because I'm dating your brother, that doesn't mean I'll go easy on you. You still have to work for it.”<br/><br/>When Lucio pulled up next to Ansel's cherished Mercedes, the professor was surprised to find that Lucio wasn't coming with him, but he certainly couldn't argue with his lover's decision to get ready away from him. It would certainly build the anticipation for the magnificent time they would have that night. “All right,” Ansel said reluctantly, placing his large hand on his boyfriend's cheek and leaning into the small man's sweet kiss. “For the sake of my sanity and my cock, please don't take a second longer.”<br/><br/>The drive back to his apartment wently quickly, but Ansel was already starting to become antsy as he got into the elevator and made his way up the building. He had no intention of simply sitting around and waiting for Lucio to arrive; no, Ansel planned on making their night as romantic as he possibly could. It was dark when he stepped inside, so he turned on the light and immediately went to the kitchen, pulling out the expensive Ace of Spades champagne Lucio had gifted him for his birthday. He also pulled out an antique set of silver candlesticks he had inherited from his grandmother and placed them strategically around the apartment, including the living room and the bedroom, setting about lighting them carefully to create a sensual ambient lighting. While he was lighting a pair of vanilla scented candles on the dresser, his eyes glanced over to the golden rose that still sat open by his bed. He smiled, quickly checking his watch to see how much time he had left before his lover's anticipated arrival.<br/><br/>When a harsh knock sounded at the door, Ansel found himself startled. “Ten minutes early?” he mumbled, surprised but excited by his darling's arrival. He had just stepped out of the shower and was wrapping himself in a thick robe. “I suppose he won't have the opportunity to strip me, but I'm sure we'll make it work,” he laughed, quickly heading to the door and throwing it open, a wide grin on his face as he moved to welcome his beautiful guest.<br/><br/>“Sweetness, you've caught me a bit—What the hell are you doing here?” His elated smile had transformed into a collection of tight, knitted brows and a harsh frown. Instead of his sweet lover, his fiery future husband standing there before him all gorgeous and dolled up just for him, his exgirlfriend, Petra, tapped her high heeled foot impatiently and push past him, clicking her away through the apartment.<br/><br/>“I have stuff I left here, and I came to get it,” she hissed, stopping in the middle of the living room and looking around, an ugly look on her face as she took in the sight of the lit candles, the expensive champagne on display. “Are you fucking expecting someone?” she asked, turning back to Ansel, sounding almost amused.<br/><br/>“Yes, Petra, I am. You need to leave. Now.”<br/><br/>“I'm not leaving without my things.”<br/><br/>“You could have asked me to send them to you. I would have been more than happy to oblige,” Ansel said, rejecting the urge to manhandle the stubborn woman and tossing her out. He had no desire to allow her to ruin his evening with Lucio.<br/><br/>“Who is she?”<br/><br/>“I'm sorry?”<br/><br/>“This woman you're doing all this for, the one who is supposed to be here tonight. Who is she? Is she the one you cheated on me with?”<br/><br/>Ansel groaned and rubbed at his temples. He didn't have time for this. “That really isn't any of your business. Look, you need to leave. I will send you your things tomorrow, but you can't be here right now.”<br/><br/>“I want to meet her,” Petra replied defiantly, moving over to the leather couch and setting herself down on it, crossing her long dark legs. “I'm sure she's fabulous, this special little lady of yours.”<br/><br/>“Petra, I'm sorry I cheated on you, okay? You didn't deserve that. I'm sorry and it was wrong, but I'm asking you as nicely as I possibly can for you to leave--”<br/><br/>A knock on the door. Soft, melodic, completely unlike the one Petra had rapped before shoving her way inside.<br/><br/>“Oh lovely, a guest!” the young woman said, smiling a wide, cruel grin as she hopped up from the couch and clicked her way over to the door. “I'll get it, go ahead and make yourself comfortable, Ansel. You look tense.”<br/><br/>Her hand grasped the doorknob and she chuckled as she swung the door open, more than eager to tell Ansel's new little whore precisely what she had on her mind.