Chapter 4 His Life

**BRIAN**

I needed Charlotte to be in Los Angeles as soon as possible, it was no use having a Zoom meeting with my assistant director.

But instead, I got a call and she was just waking up from her sleep, I could tell just by looking at her.

"Yes, you will be coming to Los Angeles for 3 months for this project", I told her, I could feel her irritation hearing this, but I did not care, and it was her job.

"Yes sir" she responded without taking a glance at her laptop.

"Have a good day," I say, without any deliberation on her face.

It was an unpleasant day in the office. Charlotte was in Los Angeles and she started work immediately

The directors were finding it hard to love the design and they always had mistakes to correct, which infuriated me. I realized my hands were trembling, I was sweating so much.

"Mr. Brian, Ivory calls out gently. They are here".

As much as I wanted to get this done as soon as possible, my parents were the last people I wanted to see.

"My little boy", Mom cried, giving me a tight hug like she hadn't seen me in years. Even after several warnings from my Mom that I was not her little boy anymore, she never answered.

"What have you been up to?" Dad asks, with Mom's smile being sensed across the room.

I was wondering why Mom was still smiling even after telling Dad what the directors were asking of me and the sensation that kept coming up.

" Is there anything she has to say?" I asked Mom to direct the question to her. I had so much on my mind right now, so she was the least of my problems.

"Who is that new girl?" Mom asked, still smiling leaving me perplexed.

I wasn't the one in charge of recruiting workers,I was wondering why that question was being directed at me.

"What girl?" I smirked, ignoring the thumping heart and fluttering stomach. I knew the girl was Charlotte, but I wasn't going to answer her question.

Mom replied, "The girl with nice black hair and hazel eyes".

"She is my interior designer". I cut her short and reminded her that this is forbidden.

"Charlotte", Mom called out to her. "How did this happen??" I ask

"How come she knows her name?" A low groan escapes my throat. I knew this is not going to go well for both of us.

Mom and Dad always took a day every month to come to my house and let me know the importance of getting married and having a family.

"Brian", Mom cried silently, wiping the imaginary tears from her eyes, while Dad pat her like she was in a serious situation.

" You need an heir," she said quietly so as not to disturb the workers from hearing our conversation. Embarrassment scorches my cheeks.

"I have not found anyone", I replied to her before she started with another drama.

"You'll be the first person to know once I find someone," I responded again, so she'll be rest assured.

"Yes, Mrs Musk", Charlotte answered, walking elegantly into the room.

I was so busy I hadn't realized she looked extremely good today in her dress. She was wearing a brown gown that fit perfectly with her skin color.

Her curvy figure hugged her gown perfectly as she walked towards Mom, smiling at her.

My eyes lingered on her body.

She's so pretty. Fuck.

"Call me Nuella",my Mom cried out.

I chuckled. "Can these pleasantries end for once?"

Mom seemed so happy with Charlotte.

I stared at her, I just wanted to bend her over the table and make her moan my name.

Our eyes met. Even the slightest glance felt intoxicating.

"Would you like to go for lunch?"Mom asks.

Her breath hitched.

"I...I would love to, She swallowed hard and curled her lips into a smile, but I have an appointment with Mr. Brian", she said, staring at me and waiting for my response. The tension between the two of us was cut short.

"Brian could reschedule it," with Mom beckoning me to reschedule.

"Yes," I say without looking at her.

"Uhm", she said, biting her lips. It sent a shivers down my spine.

"I'd pick you up", Mom offers.

Charlotte was like a structure that needed adornment. I wanted to know what could beautify her and make her always smile.

"Thank you, Nuella". She smiles as her eyes sparkle.

"Don't sound too formal",Mom scolds her.

The meeting with Mom and Charlotte happened so fast. They were communicating with each other, which worried me so much. Mom seems so interested in her.

*****

The phone distracted my thoughts as I closed my eyes to process the call, on a weekend....

"Oh, it's Mom". I say, my calm voice belying my irritation.

"Bri... an!" she squealed so loudly that I had to remove the phone from my ear a bit because I still wonder if this was truly my Mom.

"I think I like her," Mom squealed again.

Mom has never seen me with anybody, but suddenly she feels a special connection with somebody and not just anybody.

My interior designer....

"Briannnn!!!" Mom called me out of my thoughts.

"I said I love her",she reminded me again.

"Ok, Mom", I responded immediately. I have to get back to work.

I wasn't planning to make this any better for her, so I hung up and got back to work. My mind drifted back to Charlotte.

I was so mesmerized by Charlotte's beauty, her hazel eyes that shine brighter when she laughed and her black hair. She's intoxicating.

I was so drawn by her beauty,her brown skin, her eyes that looked like she was lonely, her big smile that clearly had more meaning than normal. My cock hardened just by remembering her alone. She will definitely be the death of me.

I had known Charlotte since she was a young girl. I always watched, but I never wanted to touch her because of my ugly past.

She was too young when I knew I had to protect her. I traveled on a business proposal when I saw her. She looked like she yearned for help,when she came out of her car carrying what seemed like a lot of books.

"Not again," she cursed silently as she staggered, wearing a beautiful gown that perfectly drew out her curves. A small growl touched her face as she struggled to adjust the gown that exposed her thighs. I clenched my fist as I saw how she stumbled to look very moderate.

I had sent my driver to help through with the book to the building as she saw him coming towards her. Her lips drew a thin line as I read her lips, she was thanking him, and her eyes really said that she was so tired.

I wanted to go and hug her and tell her she wasn't alone, but I couldn't, so I held back.

Another ring caught my attention.

"Who can this be again?" As my jaw tightened with irritation,

As I look through the caller ID, My jaw clenches in frustration.

My Mom. Again.

"Baby, she squealed again. We have a wedding to prepare". A small frown touched my face as I replied to her words.

"What wedding?"I arch an eyebrow with a questioning look. She ignored me.

Was she really serious right now about a wedding with my interior designer? This was not going to go well, something had to be done.

"I can't let this happen", my voice barely above whispers to her on the phone.

I don't think Charlotte deserves someone like me, she's so pure, I didn't want her to touch me.

"Why?" She responded, sounding so pissed.

"Nothing Mom", I said

"Get me her family's name, we have a wedding to plan", she says

And the line went off....

Beads of sweat forms around my face. Work was going to come later.

Then another ring...

Who could that be again ??? Irritation formed through my face.

"What is her surname?"Mom screamed through the phone.

"Johnson!, Mom I'm working", I shouted at her

"What ????" Mom screamed. And the line went off.

Something wasn't right...