Chapter 2 Alice's POV

I woke up to a text from mum.

"Elliot and I decided to take a trip to the Bahamas (Isn't he such a sweetheart). Brian would help you settle-in on Monday. Much love from mum😘"

I groaned as I slipped off from bed, took a long shower and put on a short flowery dress. My dark hair was tied in a messy bun as I headed downstairs.

I heard Brian's rich deep voice coming from a room as I got to the end of the stairs. Curiosity won, and I followed the sound of his voice.

He was in an office, the door is slightly ajar. I peeped inside using the door as a shield. I was greeted with his gorgeous face, and well sculptured abs.

He was shirtless with his back turned to me. Quickly, I torn my gaze as I stared at the ornaments in the room. The authority in his voice, and his strides.

Photographers would kill to have him model, and that's a fact. His hair is disheveled either because it hasn't been trimmed, or cause of how he constantly run his hand through them. My gazed returned to the room.

A mahogany desk and chair at the center, a long black leather sofa at the side, array of books on the shelve the same color as the table opposite the sofa.

The paintings on the wall give the place a little bit of life. The grey color of the wall gives it out that this office belongs to him.

It is the same color of his personality, and his eyes. "Don't you dare. I'll kick you out, just as I brought you in into the business deal, you'll be dammed to think pleading would give you time."

The threat in his voice disrupted my sightseeing as my focus was back on him. He clenched his jaw "Kyle would come for the key tomorrow, start evacuating. I want you out." He ended the call, and looked towards the door, then our eyes clashed.

His face soften for a bit then hardened all over again. Even though my subconscious told me to walk away I couldn't bring my leg to move. I was glued there staring at those grey eyes like he's some Greek god that I've chosen to worship religiously.

I struggled to find the right word to explain what I was doing spying on him. He started walking towards me without breaking eye contact. As he got closer to the door my heart started doing 360 summersault in my rib cage. With each footstep it felt my heart would explode.

I couldn't help but swallow He got to the door pushed my head back with his index finger, and closed it. I stood there for a second before I regained my senses. I wall shamelessly to the kitchen to fix breakfast, put on my Favourite rom com series.

At interval I found myself looking towards his office, wondering whether he would eat, or not. I couldn't help but check the time repeatedly. At 11:32 I heard the door open, I glued my eyes back to the TV.

I still haven't recovered from whatever it is that happened in his room, and I'm not ready to embarrass myself further. I couldn't concentrate on the movie knowing fully well that he's a few distance from me.

For every utensils sound from the kitchen my ear stood erect. He sat in the dinning to eat his sandwich, and I kept stealing glances at him as he ate his meal. After eating, he stood up, and headed upstairs.

I was still trying to concentrate on the movie when he came back took his key, and went out. I got bored after binge watching movies, and decided to take a stroll. The weather is nice, and the breeze is soothing.

I remembered seeing a grocery shop around on my way to the mansion the day I, and mum landed at New York. So I made my way there, it's always been a tradition of mine not to go to a new place empty handed.

Which was why I bought a new pair of tie for Elliot. I couldn't get anything for Brian, because at the time I knew little about him. Not that I know him well now, but if I'm to get him something I would definitely go with a white round neck, or blue.

Something colorful. I think he has only black, as that's the only thing I've seen him wear ever since I came to this house. On getting to the grocery shop I picked out everything I think I'll need to bake a cookie and went to the cashier.

She is a woman in her 60s with a few strand of white hair staining her golden brown hair which is styled like Whitney Houston. Her pocket glass is fixed as she reads a fashion magazine.

I placed everything I picked on the counter, she smiled at me. "What a georgeous young lady we have here." She said as she put the magazine on the counter. "Thank you, you look radiant yourself" I said smiling. "Uh uh, don't flatter me, old age comes with a lot of wrinkles." She started sorting out my order.

She reminded me of my grandma from my mum's side, and how she'll say she isn't really beautiful so we all can keep showering her with compliments. "I'm Alice.." she was done sorting so I collected the grocery bag "and I think you are really pretty, and stylish."

I couldn't see her full outfit, but her red lipstick, and Jwelries gave her out. She is really putting effort. "I'm Greta, I like you, you have eyes for good things ." Like I said, exactly like my grandma.

"I would advice you get one of this" she pointed to the magazine on the counter "you know to understand your prospect." She winked and picked up the magazine.

She indulged me on what she was reading, I was mistaken. It wasn't fashion, It was some magazine about men and their personality.

You might be wondering while I'm listening attentively to what she is saying. It's because I'm waiting patiently for her to get to Brian's personality.

He's really weird, quiet, and I've not really met anyone like him. He acts way older than his age and barely reply when spoken to. She got to the part that I've been expecting "Broody, authoritative, smart-they are always distant, but mature. They don't know the right way to express their feelings.

They might come off too harsh anytime they are losing control over their mind." She continue reading but I couldn't help but wonder. Is he losing control over his mind? How long has he been this mature? I'm so intrigued by Brian.

I'm always so curious about people, but with Brian it's pretty different. I know his eyes has a story, one I don't think he'll share willingly, but there is no harm in being Persistent.