Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-One

“Mr. West.” Lucavo gave a short bow at Brandon, welcoming him.

“Miss Lena,” he nodded with a small smile and I went crimson with embarrassment. Why was he even here?

I could see Brandon raise a questioning eyebrow at him, with a possessive expression on his face. He seemed to be pissed off by the closeness between I and Lucavo. It looked like Lucavo would be in a big hell of a trouble for smiling at me, or even endearing me. I smiled shyly at him and nodded with my gaze fixed to the ground. How could Lucavo always appear at very embarrassing moments in my life?

I literally couldn’t face him. I slightly hid behind Brandon as he led me away. I took baby footsteps, following his giant, ominous strides. Just now, I thought he was a sweet natured flirt, but immediately we saw Lucavo, he turned into an over possessive, cold-hearted boss. What was even wrong with him!? I thought it was only women that had mood swings, but have you met men? Or rather, have you met Brandon?

He led me into an exotic looking Masters Bedroom; I mean, if it’s not exotic and charming, then it can never be Brandon. I think he had a strong fetish for very neat, sparkling, and beautiful environments. It was something worth admiration, a man who was neat about himself, organised, and though outwardly brutal, still delicate towards little things. It was something I was definitely capable of falling in love with.

One of the big time issues I used to have with Ethan was how untidy he was, always misplacing my stuff, grossing me out at the slightest opportunity with how he could comfortably stay in really untidy environments. Ugh! I really had a lot to put up with, but anytime I tried to complain, he claimed that I was autistic or whatever it was he called me.

“Freshen up here while your room is cleaned.” Brandon’s deep, enchanting voice jolted me from my reverie.

I looked at him quickly and looked away again, feeling embarrassed and offering a small nod as a reply.

“Here, you might wanna use that.” he said, stretching out a small gift bag in front of me, with his face giving nothing away.

I hesitantly took it from him, cautiously avoiding his eyes. I had never been in this position before, all my life. Even Ethan did not know when I had my periods, because I found it really weird discussing it with him anyway.

He handed a bigger gift bag to me without saying a word before leaving the room. I seeped in the beauty of the vast, luxurious room, doted with chandeliers, soft, colourful lights, beautiful grey curtains and a lovely black and gold rug. His huge walk in wardrobe stood intimidatingly at one end of the room, and the exterior seemed to be coated with pure crystals. There was a beautiful painting of a beach on the space on the wall just before the huge screen facing his bed. The huge bed stood in one corner of the room, staring imposingly at me. It seemed to be telling me; “you’re not worthy of lying here! Only rich, dominating CEO’s like Brandon can lie here!”

I subconsciously scoffed at the luxury of everything in the room. Such a waste. Of course, it was really beautiful, and indeed, intimidating with its black, gold and grey accents. It was charming, relaxing, conducive, enticing. It gave me ideas. Silly ideas.

I cautiously opened the first gift bag, and a box of dazzling sanitary pads smiled back at me. I gaped in shock at the contents of the bag. Did he already know when I would start my period? And come to think of it, it was exactly my favourite brand of sanitary pads.

Brandon!

He was just too meticulous, mysterious. How does he even get to know things without me telling him? What else does he know about me?

I was so appalled by his kindness that I didn’t know when I started to cry. Just some moments ago, I thought my whole world was crashing down because of Ethan. I couldn’t afford the most necessary commodity at that point in time, and I was not only embarrassed but totally downcast. I would never wish any woman to go through that, not even Mia.

Brandon, he gave me hope again. This was the biggest surprise ever. Even though I hate him so much, I can never thank him enough for this.

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After I had a wash and fixed myself up, I walked out of his charming bathroom back into the bedroom, and what caught my eyes first was a hot water bag placed on the small centre table in the room. I felt overwhelmed instantly. I couldn’t remember anyone this kind to me before, and such little acts of kindness could really drive me crazy!

As I walked over to retrieve the hot water bag, he immediately barged into the room, making me gasp and flinch in fear.

“Hey…” He said gently with a calm expression over his face.

“Jeez… you scared me!” I cried, trying to catch my breath. Why was he so nice and sweet all of a sudden?

“But that’s what monsters do.” He said almost in a whisper, in a very husky, seductive voice as he took slow, knowing steps towards me.

I swallowed the lump in my throat guiltily. Was he gonna use my words against me now?

“I…um… thanks for this.” I stuttered nervously, trying not to look directly at him. He had another shirt on now, still unbuttoned halfway, and I could swear I saw a vision of me gently stroking his chest, planting kisses all over.

“Maybe you could thank me some other way.” He stared at me lewdly, and I could feel my heart beating erratically. He was just inches apart from me, and I could feel his body wash wrapping its gaseous arms around me, enchanting me, enticing me.

“How?” I say shakily, looking at him searchingly.

I feared the worst, as desire was evident in his face and voice.

“Join me for dinner.” was his simple request.

What!? Did he have to tease me like this only to ask me to join him for dinner?