Sorry for the little delay, but chapter three is here! Please review and let me know what you think x

Chapter Three –

As guests came pouring in, I watched their interactions with the hosts. It was all quite entertaining; I'd never seen anything where women actually paid to basically fawn over a bunch of hot guys. Although from a business perspective, it was one hell of an idea and it certainly paid off.

Each host was physically attractive in their own way. Tamaki was traditionally attractive, and I could easily see why he was the most requested host. An attraction to him didn't require any depth, really. Honey was just too damn cute for his own good, but I could tell he was a lot more intelligent and attentive than he let on. Takashi was the cliché tall, dark and handsome. Girls loved him because he was closed-off and unattainable, but also because of the way he took care of his cousin; women's hormones naturally attracted them to those who seemed like good fathers. The twins were fun and devious, they were the classic jokesters and I'd never met a girl who wasn't attracted to identical twins. Haruhi's charm was in her innocence, she was an open book and it made girls feel safe.

As for Kyouya, I couldn't deny the fact that I found him the most physically attractive. But his appeal to others was probably that he was the mysterious, smart one. I glanced at him only to find his steel grey eyes on me, assessing me.

"What are you so deep in thought about?" He asked, and I told him my thoughts, skipping over the part about me finding him the most attractive. He didn't need to know that.

"You've been here an hour and already have things all figured out, don't you?" He chuckled.

"Anyone with two brain cells to rub together would, really." I shrugged.

"Maybe we should make you our first hostess, expand our horizons." He offered, and I had to resist the urge to fake-gag so I don't attract attention to myself.

"I'm good. Having a bunch of guys fawning over me and having to pretend I'm interested is not how I want to spend my afternoons." I laughed, and he chuckled with me, having already known that would be my answer before I even said it.

"How about we get you in management? Lord knows I could use a hand with Tamaki's antics." He suggested.

"If you wanted me to help you out, you could've just asked outright instead of preceding it with a ridiculous offer." I teased.

"It's a marketing strategy that has worked for decades. Why mess with perfection?" He shrugged, a smirk playing at his lips. That seems to be his default expression, a knowing or teasing smirk.

"Because perfection is a social construct designed to make people constantly want more, since it puts them in a constant state of mind where they believe what they have and they themselves aren't good enough, trapping them in an eternal cycle of wanting to achieve perfection?" I remarked, raising a brow.

Kyouya chuckled, "Smartass." He rolled his eyes. I noted that his response was foreign to him, his eyes shifted to the side and his brows slightly furrowed right after he said it, as if he was shocked he'd spoken to a lady that way. I could practically see a mini version of him in his head shrugging after his initial shock though, probably realizing he liked being able to simply talk to someone without worrying about manners.

"But sure, Kyouya, I'll help you. I could use some entertainment in my daily life and it seems being around you guys will definitely provide it." I laughed softly, watching the twins tease Tamaki as he yells at them.

After club activities that day, Kyouya announced to the group that I'll be helping him out with running the club, causing Honey to lunge at me excitedly, hugging me tight and blabbing about how fun it's going to be. He's so cute, dammit.

It was only as we walked out of the building that I realized I'd forgotten to tell my driver when to pick me up. I stopped in my tracks.

"Are you okay?" Kyouya inquired.

"Yeah, I just realized I didn't tell my driver when to get me when I texted him that I'll be staying late." I chuckled humourlessly at my own mistake.

"I'll take you home." Kyouya stated simply and continued walking. I caught up with him and thanked him.

His driver opened the door for us and Kyouya informed him we were dropping me off first. I thanked the driver and slid in.

"How did you find your first day?" Kyouya asked once we were settled in and moving.

"Interesting, to say the least. Exhausting as well, like being in a never-ending business event." I replied honestly. "I could use a drink." I laughed, before realizing I probably shouldn't have said that.

"Do you drink often?" Kyouya asked, a little confused. It was normal for upper-class teens to drink a glass of wine at events or dance parties, but not otherwise.

"What can I say, that's one of the Russian stereotypes I do live up to." I joked. "But I'm not a daily heavy drinker, I usually just have a glass after dinner." I explained, not wanting to seem like an alcoholic.

"Oh, alright." Kyouya spoke, I could see a slight hint of relief take over his features but it was gone as quickly as it came. Most people wouldn't have even noticed it.

We spoke about school and the host club for the rest of the ride to mine, it was clear as day how much he loved his fellow hosts whenever he spoke of them, it was likely unintentional but his eyes softened at the mention of them.

Once we stopped at my house, I felt like I should invite him in.

"Want to join me for dinner?" I offered with a smile.

"Your father wouldn't mind?" He questioned.

"Papa already flew back to America, there's a board of directors meeting tomorrow." I explained, "You don't have to if your family would mind, though." I felt the need to say. I hadn't even thought about that when I made the suggestion.

"My father and brothers flew out for business yesterday and won't be back for a few days. So sure, I'd like to join you." He accepted, and I smiled as we walked out of the car. He told his driver he'd call him when he needed to be picked up and we walked up to the house.

I unlocked the door and walked in, Kyouya following closely behind. Immediately, I heard the sound of footsteps I'd missed oh-so-much in the week I've been here.

"Storm!" I squealed as my massive dog appeared. My baby ran up and jumped at me, sending us both falling to the floor as he licked my face. I pet him furiously, my laughter echoing through the house.

"Oh baby, I've missed you so much!" I said getting up and hugging Storm, my husky/wolf mix I'd rescued four years ago. He was so big now, standing at my 5'4 height when he was on all fours. Due to him being part wolf, the paperwork to get him into the country as a pet took longer than expected. I didn't think he'd be here by today.

Kyouya cleared his throat, and I looked back at him to see a curious smile on his lips.

"Kyouya, meet my precious baby, Storm." I introduced him to my fur baby, who went up to him and started sniffing him, getting familiar with his scent. Kyouya instinctively took a step back.

"Don't worry, he's very friendly." I giggled, and Kyouya finally placed a tentative hand on Storm's head, running his fingers through his thick mane.

"He's a beauty." He remarked.

"That, he is." I said with a smile. I was practically bursting with happiness at finally being reunited with my baby. We'd been inseparable ever since we found him.

"Looks like you already found your surprise." Mary's voice made me realize we were still standing by the door. She was grinning, knowing how much I'd missed this little guy.

"I did!" I cheered. "Oh, Mary, this is my friend Kyouya, Kyouya this is Mary, she's been with our family for over twenty years and she practically raised me." I introduced. The two exchanged greetings and pleasantries as we walked towards the living room.

"I'll go set up dinner, I made lasagne and your favourite bean salad." Mary told me, and I thanked her.

"Kyouya, make yourself at home. I'm just going to change out of this, I can't stand being in this thing for longer than necessary." I laughed, and Kyouya smirked at the look of disgust I got on my face whenever I spoke of the Ouran uniforms. "Oh, do you want to change into something more comfortable?" I asked, realizing I had some of the guys' clothes here since they were insanely comfy.

"Uhh.. I guess?" Kyouya gulped, seeming unsure. I laughed a little.

"Follow me. The male uniforms may look better than the female ones, but they certainly can't be comfortable after a whole days wear." I remarked as we walked up the stairs and towards my room, Storm leading the way.

I opened my bedroom door and ushered him inside, he walked in, looking around and taking in the room. "Wait here." I instructed before opening the door to my walk-in closet. I emerged a few minutes later to find Kyouya looking at a framed photo of me and the boys.

"Those are my best friends from back home. We all grew up together." I explained, and he nodded in understanding. I must have the same facial expression when talking about the boys as he does when talking about the host club. I handed him a pair of grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt. "Those are Jared's, you're roughly the same size." I pointed at Jared in the picture.

"You can use my room to change, I'll just change in there." I stated, pointing at the walk-in closet I'd just came back from. It was only when I'd taken off my shoes and ribbon that I realized it was just as impossible to get out of this uniform alone.

"Umm, Kyouya?" I said softly, slowly walking back into my room embarrassed. He'd taken off his jacket and his dress-shirt was unbuttoned, exposing a lean yet toned chest. I quickly took it in appreciatively, but looked back up at his face before it became awkwardly long.

"Can't get out of the uniform?" He chuckled when I nodded, making his way towards me. "Turn around." He instructed, undoing the back and slowly pulling down the zipper when I complied. "Here you go." He was wearing a small smile when I turned back around.

"Thank you." I giggled awkwardly before making my way back into the closet and closing the door. What the fuck was that? Vivienne Kovalsky does not awkwardly giggle when a hot, shirtless guy helps her undo the back of a complicated dress.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and stepped out of the dress, hanging it up and taking off the stockings, tossing them into the laundry bin. I threw on an oversized white shirt and a pair of comfortable shorts before slipping on my comfy slippers.

"Is it okay to come out?" I asked, not wanting to walk in on him changing. When he gave me the go-ahead, I walked out and mentally nodded appreciatively at how good he looked in casual clothing.

"Let's go eat!" I told him, leading him out of the room and back down the stairs, again with my fur baby in tow.

We made it to the dining room to see that Mary had set up dinner for the two of us and left, her and Storm must have eaten before we got here. Kyouya and I sat side by side as I served us both food, we dug in immediately.

Kyouya's eyes widened after his first forkful. "This is incredible!"

"Mary's an amazing cook, her food is orgasmic." I laughed.

We chatted aimlessly between bites, mostly with me asking questions about the school, its events and the students. Once we finished dinner, we made our way to the living room.

"So, would you like a glass of scotch or shall I make you some tea or coffee?" I asked Kyouya after ushering him over to one of the couches.

He thought about it for a few seconds then shrugged. "When in Rome."

I smiled and reached for the drinks cart, grabbing two glasses and pouring in some of my favourite scotch. I handed Kyouya his glass just as Mary came in with two plates of honey cake. Kyouya and I made eye contact and immediately started laughing.

"Do I even want to know?" Mary chuckled, shaking her head as she left us alone. She usually joins Papa and I in our after-dinner ritual, but she must have wanted to give Kyouya and I our privacy.

"Can we please serve honey cake at the club next week?" I chuckled.

"For sure. I don't know how I didn't think of that before." Kyouya shook his head softly with a smile.

I plopped down on the couch next to him and raised my glass.

"To a successful year for the club." I smiled, he repeated after me and we clinked our glasses together before taking a sip each.

I gave Kyouya an anticipating look. "Pretty good." He smirked and I smirked right back at him.

I talked to Kyouya about my life back in the States, about some of the adventures the boys and I have had, and the story of when we rescued Storm. His facial expressions fluctuated, he looked intrigued at some of the stories and very shocked at others. I had to keep reminding myself of the cultural difference.

In return though, he explained the backstory of the host club, how he met Tamaki, how Haruhi eventually joined. There were quite a few head shaking moments in there.

"He's hopelessly in love with her, isn't he?" I asked, referring to Tamaki and Haruhi.

"More than you could possibly imagine, the idiot thinks they're feelings of fatherly love, though." He shook his head with a soft chuckle.

"That'd be taking daddy issues to a whole new level." I joked, and to my shock Kyouya laughed with me. Looks like the combination of a little alcohol and a few hours with me has helped loosen him up.

We finished our glasses and were having so much fun we went for seconds. At some point along the way we found ourselves arguing about art and history, then bouncing back to stories about the past.

Far too soon, it was getting late and he had to head home. He called his driver, put his uniform back on and I was walking him to the door, Storm following behind us.

"We should do this more often." Kyouya smiled, a genuine smile which must be rare for him.

"We really should." I smiled back. Storm licked his face as he pet him while he said goodbye, and he walked out the door.

"He seems like a nice boy." Mary joined me on the way back to the living room.

"He is, deep, deep down." I laughed a little. I could tell Mary liked him despite how little interaction they had, and Storm did too, which was a surprise. He's so protective of me that it usually takes forever for him to really adjust to someone new around me, it took him weeks to warm up to the boys.

"Movie?" I suggested.

"Hell yeah!" Mary agreed, opening the cabinet with all the fluffy blankets.

We prepared popcorn, snacks and fizzy drinks, argued over which movie to watch for a few minutes before cuddling up on one of the couches amidst a mountain of pillows and blankets and settling down to watch Deadpool.