Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Ah! Finally, my Greek god was here to the rescue!

I had never been more grateful to him in my life. Ethan turned away from me, glaring at Brandon before letting out a dry chuckle.

“Sure.” Ethan mused and stood up from over me.

“Babe, I'll see you when you get better. I’m going on a little trip.” he announced, winking at me. All this while, Brandon was only glaring at him with hatred.


“Are you gon’ go on yo’ li’l trip without yo’ li’l girlfriend?” he spat in an unusual accent.

“Keep your little poky nose out of this!” Ethan snapped.

I watched as Brandon’s fists tightened, and his jaws clenched in anger as he watched Ethan in total disgust, but Ethan, (simply not giving a fuck) gave me a quick smile and swiftly pecked my cheek before heading out.

I drew in a sharp, deep breath, trying to steady my aching nerves and pounding heart, still cringing from the pain inflicted on my arm.

“What did that sleazeball do to you!?” he thundered, noticing my tears. I had never heard him curse anyone like that before. He must’ve been really pissed off.


No - nothing.” I mutter shakily.

“Tell me!” he commanded angrily and I started sobbing profusely instead. How was I supposed to tell him everything that had happened?

I tried to stifle the sobs under my throat, but they somehow found their way out.

“Say something Gahlenah!” he was losing his patience as his misty grey eyes flashed with fury.

“I… he… um…” the words refused to form in my mouth. He made to walk towards the door in a fit of rage, maybe after Ethan, so I tried to stop him.

“No! Please! It’s not about him, it’s me!”

“What?” He turned to face me.

“You know… I um… we… you and I…”

I heaved, trying to find my words correctly, but nothing came, just silver tears pooling down my eyes. His jaws tensed up and his fingers formed a tight fist. He was dangerously angry. I couldn’t bear to make him more angry. I could only beg him with my eyes.


He walked stiffly towards me, sinking slowly into the bed beside me, and holding my chin up gently.

“Let me see.”

His voice had become less tense and lethal as he peered closely at my face. He used his big thumb to slowly glaze over my just pecked cheek, as if he could wipe Ethan’s kiss off it. Then he went off to dab my tears with his thumb, and slowly peered at it with a mixture of amusement and fright in his eyes. I remember he did something similar on our first night, and I couldn't help but wonder what might be so fascinating about someone’s tears to him.

“You sure know how to take care of yourself, Miss Galena. You deserve a red carpet award for sure.”

He mused with sarcasm in his voice. This was much better. A playful Brandon, and not the all-bossy, entitled, possessive, and angry Brandon.

I rolled my eyes at him and looked away feeling defeated.


Roll your eyes at me one more time and I’m adopting you.” he said in a calm but daring voice.

“On what grounds Mr. Brandon?” I replied cockily.

He seemed to be amused and at the same time taken aback by my question.

“You sure stole out my name from my assistant.” he gave a small boyish grin. “Well, for your question, I will adopt you on the grounds that I absolutely can, whenever I want.”

I scoffed. “You already kidnapped me, what more can’t you do?”

He smirked at me with his eyes curving up in a hidden joke.

“I see that you want it that bad Miss Galena, and… for the record, I did not kidnap you.”

“Then what did you do?” I glare at him.

“Isn’t it obvious that anytime I left you alone, you got into trouble?” he raises an eyebrow and cocks his head to one side.

“You wish it were so.” I said quietly in a defeated voice. Of course, it was almost so.

“I take that as a thank you.” he replied, grinning from ear to ear.

“You’re so dying to hear it from me.” I scoffed.

He rolled his eyes at me, “you wish it were so.”

“I believe that line was initially mine.” I said accusingly, but he rolled his eyes at me again, giving him a boyish, cute expression. This bossy CEO was obviously mirroring me!

“Roll your eyes at me one more time and I’ll make sure I tie you to a chair.” I glare at him.

“Stealing my lines too. Such wild imaginations - I wish you were that strong.” he laughed soundlessly.

“But wait!” he looked like he had just realized something, “how do you even wanna do it? You might wanna borrow my hands!?” he laughed again, and I wasn’t finding it funny at all. My face must’ve been puffed up like an angry kitten’s tail. But seriously… how did we even get here? Talking like we’re friends, or even lovers!

He inched closer to me seductively, “what would you do to me if I were tied to a chair?” he asked in the most arousing way possible, and all my senses headed south in arousal. How could an enemy turn me so on???

I scowl and look away from him, totally avoiding him.

“Annoying bastard!” I mutter under my breath.

“You moved your hand. You must be feeling better?”

Oh no, Ethan moved it.

He tried moving the hand a little and I let out a cry, “Aaah!”

“What?...” alarm and concern evident in his voice, “but you moved it?”

“No I didn’t…” he tried adjusting the almost falling bandage.

“Aaah! That hurts a lot please!” I cry, writhing in pain.

“What happened here!?” he fumes, “was it that sleazeball?” fury was exploding in his body.

“No… I umm.. Tried to exercise it a little… it felt stiff.” I said quickly.

“Make me believe that story.” his voice was hushed and angry.

“I’m not lying.” I defended.

He watched me intently, trying to read my expression. He sighed and got on his feet, sliding his hands into his pants pockets. He looked dangerous, like a mafia on a deadly mission.

“I’ll be right back. Stay safe until I’m back.” his voice sounded more like a threat than of courtesy.

What’s even on his mind? Where is he going?

I blinked and swallowed the lump in my throat as I watched him leave.

But will I be safe until he’s back?