Chapter 3: You Can't Work For Us
Chapter 3: You Can't Work For Us
Brianna
“Well,” Bryce said, motioning towards the room.
“It is beautiful and luxurious, is our place going to be like this? How can you afford it?” I had to ask.
The room was done with soft hues of gold accent and lightning and the biggest bed I have ever seen.
“Not this fancy but it is in this building.” He said.
“Wait, what? I thought we were going to live…” I didn't get to finish before he shook his head.
“Callan made some good points about this being a safer neighborhood and with its high end art and all those stores. I can't see you hating it.” He narrowed his eyes on me.
Callan suggested we live in this building? This is interesting.
“So again I ask, how can you afford it?” I crossed my arms.
We were both only a few steps into the room but I turned to get a good look at him. He narrowed his eyes on me again.
“I am a successful businessman now, Brianna and I can take care of us.” He replied.
“What kind of business?” I pushed further.
“Harold Group of Company owns many businesses and Callan helps his family run a lot of them and I am his number two now. So yes, I can afford it.” He said with his famous attitude.
“Vague,” I grumbled but let it go. I would be googling that name as soon as he walks out that door.
“Alright, I have to go out for a little while but I will be back for dinner and we will sit down and have a chance to catch up, alright?” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked something and I frowned.
“What time will that be? It was already late afternoon.” I pointed out.
“This is Port Harcourt, so eight o'clock dinner here is not too late.” He pointed out, giving me his arrogant grin and turning towards the door.
“Oh,” he stopped at the door.
“Don't touch Callan's things, he doesn't like people in his personal space. He is doing us a big favor so be good.” He warned me, he was going to keep treating me like a child, I can already sense it.
I looked around this clean beautiful room and shrugged, plopping on the bed and pulling my phone out. I typed Harold Group of Company into my search engine and scoffed when I saw the most vague answer. Privately owned, nothing specific but the less information they gave me, the more I want to dig.
I ended up taking a shower and getting myself ready for dinner at eight. I wasn't sure if we would be going out or not, I highly doubt Bryce likes to cook. Any excuse for a pretty outfit, I got dressed up and when I heard the ding of the elevator at some minutes before eight, I went wandering downstairs to ask my brother where we would be going to eat. I paused at the bottom of the steps when I realized it wasn't my brother. It was the gorgeous Callan Harold.
My heart rate quickened at the sight of him, all my crazy dreams came flooding through my spine. Diamond shaped face in the way that his jaw muscles are sharp and prominent, sexy bedroom forest green eyes, those I remember from my dreams. Sharp pink lips and a five o'clock shadow matching his lustrous black hair. Tattoos on his knuckles with a man ring and veiny hands. Are you kidding me? Built like a dam devil himself and carved this man for sin. He would be the sexy villain character in any movie. He is too dark rooted to be the hero of a story, you can feel it within his aura.
His suit showcased his excellently built body and he stood in a wide stance like he knew no matter where he was standing, he had the biggest dick in the room. It gave that vibe off and damm, it was sexy. He paused in the living room beside the staircase I was coming down from and now in his wide stance with his hands in his pocket as he openly checked me out from head to toe. My cheeks felt a little warm and my pussy vibrated at the sight of him and those bedroom eyes. He is thirty-two and all men, every inch of him an alpha man.
“Umm, hi.” I stuttered, his body hadn't moved, only his eyes and they returned to my face when I spoke again.
“I am, Brianna…” I trailed off, feeling unsure for no good reason. His stare is intimidating and my whole body was reacting to it.
“I know who you are.” He said in his deep sexy voice.
Of course he does, he met me a few years ago, I am an idiot. I was just frozen on the bottom step, not knowing how to proceed with this.
“T.. thanks for letting us stay here.” I muttered.
I know I sounded ridiculous, I was kind of panicking because he was the hottest man I have ever seen. All he was doing was looking at me without speaking and my body was reacting to that in so many ways. He nodded curtly at my words and suddenly turned his back on me, making his way to what I now realized was his bar. He pulled out a fancy bottle and poured himself some liquor. He didn't offer me anything nor did he pay more attention to me. Really, that is it?
Callan was so intimidating in his silence and powerful presence that it had me pressing my thighs together to avoid my wet wetness from leaking. It got to the point that I couldn't take it anymore and I had to scurry up to my room to hide and rub myself off the sexual frustration. I only came down again when I heard my brother calling, he was in a more relaxed version of his suit.
“Are we not going out for dinner?” I asked, looking at how I was now overdressed.
“I figured it would be quieter to catch up here, in this building, we have an in-house chef and I had ordered some food for us.” He muttered and I nodded.
I could still feel Callan's stares somewhere behind my brother but I refused to look at him, I stayed focused on Bryce.
“Do you have a problem with that? Do you want to go out?” He asked as he took my quiet demeanor as being upset but I wasn't. I was just overwhelmed by his best friend.
“No, it is good, we have a lot to talk about.” I agreed, following him to the dining room that already had all the dishes spread down on the table.
I saw three plates setting and my heartbeat quickened. He is going to eat with us? It was no surprise as he sat at the head of the table, Bryce and I were more towards the middle of the table on either side. The elegant drop light here had me staring upwards for a few seconds before I realized my brother said something.
“Eat,” he muttered, already trying to dish out foods he wants me to try.
Callan stayed entirely silent, he gathered his steak and sides and he cut his meat like it was butter, all while he seemingly ignored our conversation like I wasn't even here.
“Kiddo, what is your plan here? Are you going to take some time off to relax or do more school? Or get a job, it is up to you and I can financially support the both of us. You don't need to feel obligated to do anything.” My brother surprised me by saying that.
“You are going to let me slack off?’ I arched a brow at him.
“I would call it that, you have been working hard for a long time and I think it is time to call it off.” He reminded me, again feeling guilty when he shouldn't.
“I am definitely not going to find a fashion designer gift any time soon but I would like to work to make some of my own money.” I said slowly without looking up from my plate. I felt like I was asking permission and I didn't like it.
“Like”? He asked, lifting his glass of wine. Wow, he drinks wine now.
“I was hoping you would let me work at one of your businesses but you have yet to tell me what kind of busine….” I trailed off.
My heart shattered when I noticed Callan's eyes came up to mine, I almost forgot he was there because he had been ignoring me. I guess he heard that part and it was his business not my brother's. Bryce scowled.
“I don't want you working for us.” He shut those ideas off quickly.
I bite my lips, trying to decide how to pursue this further without pushing anyone's buttons. I was too afraid to, so I backed out of saying anything and in my silence, my brother huffed.
“I can talk to some friends and see if anyone is looking to hire somebody.” He said and I shrugged okay.
“I feel like I don't even know what to ask you, yes, we talk but not nearly enough for me to know what has been going on in your day to day life.” I muttered and he gave me that guilty expression again.
“But I have a little experience, I was working as a bartender while in school.” I said, again I didn't look at him.
I kept myself busy with my food, if Callan was looking at me, I wouldn't know because I have completely cut myself off from glancing towards that side of the table. I don't want to be a hot mess again in the presence of my brother.
“If she had bartending experience, she can work at The Soul Lounge.” A deep voice cut in and when I looked up, Callan was looking at my brother and not me. Bryce shoved at his already rolled up sleeves and shook his head.
“No, I don't want her working at any of our places.” He snapped.
Why? Are they bad places? Damnit, I want to know what he was hiding. Is it like in the realm of porn or something weird like that? And I would be highly disgusted if it was but he mentioned bartending, so it may not be.