Fucker, I was going to tell him about tonight, but he’s pushed the ‘go fuck yourself button.’
I stiffen in my chair. “Yes, and that’s the end of this conversation. Head home. I’ll see you in the morning.”
He turns and opens the door. His grin widens as he looks back at me.
“Fine. I’ll let it drop for tonight, Alex, but you will tell me, eventually. It just makes me wonder why a wedding to a woman you find so unappealing is happening in two weeks?” He steps out the door and I hear him chuckle, “Night, boss.”
Asshole!
I know setting up the security cameras is probably not my smartest idea, and I don’t understand why I’m doing it. However, if she refuses to communicate, I need to find a way to understand her. Maybe it’s just an excuse to stalk her, adding another twisted kink to my repertoire, but my sick, twistedmind wants to know how she thinks, and how she behaves on her own when I’m not around to play with her.
Of course, I have not been very gentle in getting to know her either, but no one ever said I was gentle. I flip through the images of each room in my house on the screen, jotting down a list of where I need them angled to the best advantage. My phone vibrates on my desk. I read the name scrolling across the screen. It’s my father’s.
What now? Sebastian had better not put my father up to give me a lecture. I will break his nose if this is what this phone call is about.
I take a second before picking it up. “Father? What more can I do for you this evening?”
My father takes a slow breath. “I had not intended to call so soon, son. Since you departed early, you didn’t give me a chance to speak to you privately. I figured I would call you and ask for an explanation of this evening’s events.”
I thought I’d have at least a day before I had to deal with this. Fuck. OK, well, let’s just grab the bull by the horns and get it over with.
I keep my voice even.
“I’m not exactly sure what you’re referring to, but I did my part. I apologized. I even pushed the wedding date to show my enthusiasm for the match. Even after that display in the sitting room.”
In a clipped tone, “Yes, I found that rather odd. I also found it rather strange that you and Sebastian seem to knock heads over a girl you’ve just met. He seemed rather protective of Isabella. Would you care to explain his actions?"
He waits for me to answer, but I don't.
He breathes heavily. "This isn’t normal for Sebastian’s personality unless driven to it. Plus, that girl had been crying onyour arm before she entered the dining room.”
I pinched my eyes shut with my thumb and forefinger, and the ache in the back of my skull thumps back to life.
I grind my molars together, answering through tight lips, “Let’s just say Sebastian and I had a difference of opinion. But it’s all worked out, brotherly love and all that.”
After a little period of silence, my father lets out a low growl.
"Well, that’s not all the exciting events of this evening. I just got off the phone with Robert. He would prefer that Isabella be in your home by Thursday of this week. He wants her out of his house and into yours before the meeting in New York on Friday."
I can feel my jaw pulse as I press my teeth together stopping myself from speaking.
"I don’t understand his rush or the reason he wants her out so badly. But I had told him I would call you and see how you felt about the situation. Seeing as you wanted her sooner rather than later, I recall you stating.”
That sends a chill down my back. Two weeks is faster than any wedding that’s ever been planned within the organization, and now he wants her out in less than three days? Why does he want her in my home so soon?
Something’s up with this. It doesn’t feel right.
Barking back at my father. “Fine. He wants her out? I’ll pick her up tomorrow. Call him back and tell him to get her shit packed and I’ll have my guys come and get it.” I threaten “It doesn’t feel right. I don’t know how you feel about it, but to me, it seems a little too quick to get the girl out of his house.”
This guy is an asshole. Not that I mind getting Isabella here quicker. I just wanted to have time to set shit up, but I’ll work on that.
“Is he flying with us on the private jet to New York?”
“No," he replies. "He’ll meet us there.”
My father’s voice sounds tired, “But I agree, kicking the poor girl out so soon doesn’t seem quite right. Your mother will watch out for her while you’re gone. Isabella’s mother seems more than willing to step in and help with the wedding.”
My father grinds out, “Robert is a prick. I already told you that, but I didn’t think that he would treat his daughter so badly. It makes me question his motives as well and why he pushed so hard for this match.”
