***Contain mature scenes, strictly not for minors***
Laurent Morgan Bryce, an elusive CEO of Morgan Furnitures Limited. Spending a night with a drunk woman is never been included on his to do list yet he made that lovely blonde an exemption. However...
I was halfway in the stairs when I saw Trevor's back.
" Good morning! Sorry to keep you waiting", I cheerfully stated although I was apologetic at the same time. I felt my body stiffened when he turned to my direction. "Shit! It's him! I wanted to run back to my room "but what he will think of me if I do that?" I was now hesitant if I will approach him or not. "What a fortunate morning Cleo", I thought with sarcasm.
" Hey, you're always on time. I was thinking to knock your door when I passed but good thing that I changed my mind". I suddenly turned upright and saw Trevor smiling.
" H-hi", I stammered. My consciousness was still to the person seated in the couch.
" Oh sorry, did I startle you?" he's becoming sympathetic.
" No, no, not at all", I quickly replied. I was trying to compose myself.
" Let me carry your luggage", he stepped down to my level.
"Never mind, I can carry it myself", I told him squatting a bit to grasp my luggage handle. I was unaware that I dropped it a while ago. I briskly went downstairs with an abnormal pulse rate. Our distance was far enough but I can still feel his gaze following my every move.
" Bro, good morning. Did you sleep well?" I sensed amusement in Trevor's voice. I don't have a choice but to follow him moving closer to Laurent.I was avoiding to have an eye contact with him but I saw in my peripheral view that he's looking so sinfully handsome, ruggedly handsome to be exact. Quietly opposite to Trevor's appearance.
He's wearing a grey long sleeves that was messily folded up to his elbow and a simple blue trousers.
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What brought shivered to my spine was his penetrating gaze that obviously fixed on me. I was really uncomfortable even if I didn't do anything wrong.
" Let's go!" he said arrogantly and strode swiftly towards the main door. Trevor followed him chuckling.
" Wait", I muttered just enough to make Trevor hear me. " He's going with us?"
" Yes, is it okey with you? Sorry, I missed to inform you last night. I was thinking that you might need rest so I decided not to bother". His remaining words were just a blur. My focus was on the knowledge that we will be together in the same ride and flight. "If I can't afford to be with him in a short span of time, how much more if it takes hours?" Thinking about it already stirred the anxiety within me.
" Yes, it's fine", I tried to act naturally. "Who am I to tell Trevor that his brother is not welcome to join us? Grrrrr..., it's frustrating!"
" We're getting late!" I almost trembled hearing Laurent's thunderous voice. He has this "ready to kill" expression. I heard Trevor snickered while I was feeling the opposite. "He seemed not affected. Maybe he's immune of Laurent's dark side. But in my case, I was totally feeling disappointed about it. He is not the man that I slept with nights ago. Ofcourse! I know that he's a snob, straight forward and arrogant but not to this extent.
I was still dumbfounded and unable to react when Trevor put aside my luggage lever and carry it instead. I just followed him silently until we came in front of a Range Rover. I watched Laurent picked my luggage together with theirs and deposited it at the back with the aid of our driver while Trevor hopped inside, beside the driver seat.
" Would you mind sitting at the back? I like to sit here in front", I gritted my teeth hearing Trevor. " This is sickening! I will be sitting beside him!" I wanted to punch his face out of irritation.
" Hop in", I jerked hearing his raspy voice. He's holding the passenger door while the driver turned towards the driver seat. " Not bad, he's a gentleman". I also noticed that his expression soften a bit although seriousness was still there. I consciously get inside avoiding to touch any skin of his.
I felt suffocated when he deposited himself next to me. I crammed myself to the other side just to maintain enough space between us.
" Make yourself comfortable Cleo, I will not bite you?" I was surprised hearing him mumbling. I checked the two in front of us to make sure that they didn't heard him. I heaved a deep sigh of relief when Trevor was still humming while the driver was focused on the road.
" What?" He asked when I looked at him. He was staring in front but I know that he's studying my movement from the corner of his eyes.
" Nothing", I mumbled.
" I said, sit properly", he murmured with intimidation. I felt rebellious of his remark. I glared at him severely. Instead, I did the exact contradiction of what he was telling me.
" In the count of three, if you still continue your hardheadedness, I will kiss you". I glimpsed smirk plastered on his lips.
" Go to hell!" I replied angrily with humongous restraint not to shout at him. I was preoccupied with vexation this time. " I don't really like being bossed, especially by him".
" One.....", he started counting making me glowered at him even more. The jerk just brushed me off. "Two......." a playful smile started to form on his lips. "Th-r-e......,"
"Fine!" I bursted out exasperatedly.
" Hey, are you alright ?" I paled when I met Trevor's gaze, he looked worried.
" Yeah! Yeah! I'm good", I told him while trying to make myself comfortable.
" Okey, just don't hesitate to tell me if there is something wrong", he uttered before getting back to his agreeable sitting position. I glanced at Laurent and felt relieve when his eyes were closed. " I wish he will do that in the whole duration of the ride".
