“Who the fuck knows or cares.”
“Why is who working?” Falcon’s standing behind me. “You aren’t talking about blue, are you?” I quiet the urge to punch him at his nickname for her.
I change the subject. “My father is here.” They both shut up and stare at me.
“Mr. Knox is in the house? Never thought I would see the day,” Falcon says.
“Dinner tonight, everyone,” Creed says walking past.
“What? Why?”
“Ma’s orders.”
Great, just fucking great. I push away from them and follow Creed into his office, not even bothering to shut the door behind me.
“Fire her.”
Creed considers me for a second after checking his phone, standing near his desk, and simply states, “No.”
“Fire her,” I say again.
“Not happening.”
“Why?”
“Because we like watching you squirm,” Falcon shouts out.
I eye Creed, and he doesn’t say a word, just stares, waiting.
“If you don’t, I will.”
“No, you won’t, she isn’t your responsibility to fire. Not your area. Back off!”
Damn, he’s right, but it still doesn’t mean I don’t want her here every day where I can see her and want to kiss her. Because I really do, I want to kiss her. The urge is real, almost consuming.
“Maybe if you stopped kissing her, there wouldn’t be a problem,” Echo yells out. Falcon hollers some shit out loudly, and Creed eyes me, watching for a reply.
“I haven’t kissed her. She’s a fucking employee, it would be unprofessional.”
“Want to see the video?” he yells back.
Creed smirks, and I walk out, slamming the door shut as I enter my office and wanting to kill them all.
Fuckers.12OlympiaDarby ignores me for the rest of the day which is fine. I don’t need his company anyway. Or his kisses. Well, that’s a damn lie right there. I want them, and maybe some more. Shit, it’s been so long since I’ve been with someone. Maybe I’m just fixating on him because he’s the first man I’ve felt attracted to and who has shown me some sort of attention in a long time. That has to be it.
I pull up my skirt and put on my designer heels before I get ready to go out. My brother’s in town, and thankfully my shift finished early enough for me to meet him. Barren and I have gotten along pretty well for most our lives, but there will always be an issue between us. One big problem for me is that he’s treated with more respect by our parents, and Barren can do pretty much whatever the hell he wants with no fall back on him. Me, on the other hand, I had to fight tooth and nail to simply move out of home before I was married, because Lord forbid if that had happened.
I groan while pulling my hair back in a neat bun, and when I walk downstairs, I know there will be a car waiting for me. The door opens and I see my brother inside, typing away on his phone. He looks up at me once I’m seated.
“Your hair is still blue.” That’s the first damn thing that leaves his mouth, and I sigh. “Father won’t be happy.”
“Papa will get over it,” I say shaking my head. “And nice to see you, too, brother.”
He slides his phone into his pocket, turning to give me his full attention as the driver starts the engine. “Have you had your fun, yet?”
I roll my eyes like I would when I was teenager. “No. I’ll come back when I want to come back and certainly not when you tell me to.”
“Why must you make everything harder than it needs to be, Olympia.”
Finally, we come to a stop, both of us not speaking as we make our way inside the restaurant. Barren pulls my seat out for me, and I sit as he steps around to sit opposite me. He places his hands on the table, opens and shuts them, indicating for me to place mine up. I put mine in his, and he squeezes them. “Let’s start this off right. Father misses you and so do I. When can we expect you home?”
He doesn’t listen to me, not at all.
I pull my hands back and place them in my lap. “I’d like to order. What are you having?” I ask him smiling. He knows my fake smile and shakes his head with a groan as he reaches for his menu. My brother is an attractive man, I know this because all through school I was told by my girlfriends how much they wanted to go out with him. He was the most popular boy there, and girls wanted to be near him any chance they could get. He has a charm about him, just like Papa.
“You get that from Father, do you know that?” He shakes his head and gazes over the menu.
“When are you getting married?”
He shrugs. He’s been with the same girl for almost ten years, and not once has he spoken about marrying her. What’s he afraid of, I wonder.