Chapter 13
Although the restaurant was owned by Harold’s family, I wonder if I will ke
keep any
family
members there. My brother texted me, telling me to use his name at the front so they would seat me at his usual table. Apparently, he was known enough to have a table there, how fancy. I was glad I looked fashionable tonight because upon arriving, I could see it was a pretty nice place. The light was more intimately set since it was dinner hours and the place was honestly packed aside from one section that seemed to be reserved. When I approached the hostess, she smiled and asked if I would be dining alone.
“No, actually, I am Bryce Fletcher’s sister. He told me to come here!” Her eyes went wide and she seemed to straight out for whatever reason.
“Miss, Fletcher, you are welcome. Come right this way.” She grabbed a menu and led me to that r reserved section.
The area was off to the side, away from the bustling movement of the busy place and I am used to sitting alone for a meal so I didn’t feel odd except for when I noticed I caught some eyes after being seated here. At the back bar which was circular in style were a few men in well tailored suits. They kept eyeing me, possibly trying to place me and I just kept my eyes down and read through the menu. I also didn’t notice the man approaching me until he was sliding into the seat across from me. I was at a booth..
“Hello, derling and who might you be?” He asked, leaning back confidently like he owned the place.
Maybe he did, who knows? I placed the menu down and looked at him.
“I am Brianna Fletcher, Bryce’s sister. Do you know him?” I asked, I didn’t want to assume he did and when his brows flew up, I knew my answer.
“Sure, we were very close, we work together in fact.” He said.
“Where?” He seemed taken back by the question and thought about it before responding.
“Here and there.” He replied, which frustrated me.
“Do you have a name?” I asked, and I realized he hadn’t introduced himself.
Hus face split into a grin even with that toothpick in his mouth and he leaned over the table to extend his hand.
“Angelo Harold.” He muttered and my eyes widened.
“So you are related to Callan?” I asked. I wanted to know if they were brothers or something, though they didn’t look alike.
He isn’t insanely handsome like Callan and he didn’t have his stunning eyes.
“Cousin,” be muttered and his hand lingered on
“Nice to meet,” I tried to remain polite.
“Bryer In
on mine until I p
I pulled it away,
it aw
told me ha sister was coming but he forgot to mention how beautiful you are.” He flirted, trying to charm with his grin and I chuckled.
*Thank you,” I muttered, although I didn’t believe him. I never did when people tell me ao, I hear my father telling me to do better instead.
“I assume it is your first time bere, I could recommend some dislars if you would like” He leaned over the table to get closer to me.
When his eyes flicked up at something behind me, he leaned back in his chair again.
“Callen?” He called and my heart dropped, my eyes went wide
fu run into him, I can’t face lim after our encounter last night when I caught him jerking off and stayed put to watch. I didn’t even look up from the menu, my eyes stayed glued to it as I tried to calm my nerves down.
