Clarissa
*Thump*
I groaned rubbing my head because I had fallen from the couch.
My body really hurts.
I got up to see Brandon's bed already laid.
Maybe, he has left the house?
And for that, I am grateful.
So, with happiness in spite of the body aches, I entered the bathroom.
Brandon
I got back from my morning jog and headed upstairs.
Alan and I always opted to jog together in the mornings to share any piece of information whenever we could.
Opening the door, I stopped in my tracks.
I was dumbstruck.
I gulped hard.
There stood Clarissa drying her hair....in nothing but a towel.
I could not help checking her out.
"Clarissa."
She turned looking at me confused.
I gulped, my eyes scanning her from head to toe. Before I could even utter a word, she screamed and turned around.
"Brandon, turn around!"
I do not know why but I actually DID turn.
Once I heard a door close, I sighed in relief.
********
I watched keenly as Clarissa came down the stairs, fiddling with her fingers. She was just too childish, but for some reason, I liked it.
You mean you like.....
No.
"Where's Cathia?" She asked.
Of course.
"Rosie's a bit sick so she had to go check on her."
I responded.
"Oh, that's sad." She said pouting her lips.
That face.
She grabbed a couple things from the fridge after breakfast and started working.
"What are you doing?"
"Your sister's coming today, right?"
"So?"
"I have to make something for them."
"But they are people assigned for that."
She scrunched up her nose.
I was not one known to speak to someone for more than a designated period I am supposed to but here I was, and I didn't know why.
"Bran- Brandon, why did you enter the room at that time?"
"Cause I had something doing?"
"Haven't you heard of knocking? We share a room now, you know that."
I smirked.
"And anyone would have known better than to be walking around in nothing but a towel."
I noticed her cheeks turn dark as she chopped some vegetables.
"But.....ah!"
Clarissa
"But.....ah!"
Goodness Clarissa, not now!
I noticed the blood oozing.
I cut myself.
"Clarissa."
I saw Brandon rush to me.
"What did you do?"
He lifted my finger and saw the cut.
"Could you be more careless?"
"It's just a ....."
"Sit."
"I can handle...."
"I said sit."
I groaned and went to sit and watch as Brandon picked out a First Aid box.
He came to sit in front of me.
"Give me your hand."
Noticing the antiseptic, I hesitated.
Brandon grabbed my palm in his much bigger ones.
His palms were so warm.
Once the antiseptic came into contact with my skin, I flinched and hissed.
"Ow."
"I'm so sorry, Rissa."
I watched how attentive he was.
He actually cared.
I mumbled a thanks once he finished and got up to continue.
"Where do you think you are going?"
"I have to get back to....."
"You are doing no such thing, people are there to."
Those people need rest too, do they not?
"No."
"Get back."
*******
I was currently in the library since Brandon made me do nothing after I cut myself.
And there was something strange, he called me "Rissa".
Everyone calls you that.
It's just new coming off his lips.
And what, you like it?
Of course.....not.
I smiled to myself because I just finished the whole " IT GIRL" book series in less than two days.
"Clarissa, we have somewhere to be tonight."
"Where?"
"There's a ball coming up and you're coming with me."
But I thought...
"She cancelled last minute."
How'd he know that was what I was going to ask?
"Okay then."
"Be ready by seven."
I nodded.
Before he left the room, he left an envelope in the couch.
Back to his very usual smug self as always.
I picked up the envelope and opened it.
I chuckled.
They were rules.
Rules
• Never leave the house. (I'm not Rapunzel)
• Avoid crossing my path and interfering in my personal matters. (Iwas never Sherlock Holmes)
• Do not try sleeping in my bed. (Why in the world will I do that)
• Avoid the use of swear words. (Well fu*k these rules)
• If anything happens between us, I keep the child and you leave. (Eww)
•Whenever we go out, stay by my side at alltimes. (Might as well glue our bodies together?)
Oh what the hell?
These rules are insane and what's up with the fifth one?
Brandon
I smirked as I punched a man in the face for the ninth time.
"Tell me where he is."
"Never. We both know she should have died."
That was it.
Alan had tracked down five of the guys that broke into my mother's store and we had already gotten rid of four.
Nathan's men were never loyal to him and whenever we held them captive, they always had some dirty secrets to tell.
But this one here was trying to play games with me and that's exactly what I was going to give him.
"Get the iron rod." Alan shouted.
"This is your last chance. Tell me where Nathan is!"
"No.....ahhh!"
I watched as the iron rod sizzled into his back.
"Do you still want to stay silent." Alan asked, impatient.
"He- he- fled to Sicily knowing you wouldn't be able to find him."
Alan laughed.
"And that's who your father wanted to hand the business over to?"
The next thing the fellow uttered made my blood boil.
"You do know your wife and the rest of your family is going to taken out s---"
I pulled the trigger and shot him in the head, watching his thick red blood pool unto the floor.
"Get rid of his body."
"Gladly."
I left the room because I had a call.
"Hello."
"Brandon, your package is ready."
That was Zach Murray, my designer.
"I hope it was everything I asked for?"
"You're in for a surprise."
Just like that, he ended the call.
Clarissa
I just got off the phone with Cathia because I wanted to check on her.
Living in such a big house alone in the day was SO boring.
I was thinking of all the things I could do until the door bell rang.
Even though I rushed to the door, one guard beat me to it.
Yes, I'm not even allowed to touch the door knob.
I turned around and went back to sit in the couch.
"Ma'am, this package is for you."
Oh.
"Call me Clarissa, please."
He only nodded.
"Thank you."
Once I got into my room, J opened up the package.
It was a dress. A beautiful one in fact but it was a bit revealing but I literally have no other choice, since it came with the message.
"I want you to wear this."