Sisters

Chapter 13

The next morning I woke up to find myself in bed, with major headaches. Guessed I drank too much. Reminiscing what happened last night, I smiled. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and its mum.

"Hey honey, can I come in?" She said.

"Sure."

"Well, brad sent you home yesterday."

Brad? Since when I have a friend call, Brad? Don't tell me...

"Ohhhh.... I will thank him later"

Next, I checked my phone and there was a text from Brandon.

"Hey pig, wakey! Tell you something awesome! You kicked Zion in the stomach yesterday when you were drunk... badass! But, nvm I like. Anyway, are you free at 11.30am to meet me at Starbucks?"

I laughed seeing the text. Did I kick Zion? Like hell yeah! Long wanting to kick that guy.

"Okay. See you, Brad!" I said. Brad huh?

As promised, I met Brandon at Starbucks.

"Hey, sweetheart," Brandon said when he saw me.

Sweetheart? That's new...

"Hey, idiot." That's not new...

"Where are we going today?" I asked.

"Come. Follow me." He said, offering his hands to me and I grabbed it. I never felt this happy. Ever.

He led me to an Audi R8. Wait, did I just say an Audi r8? That is a very expensive car! I looked at him in confusion.

"Go in. I'm bringing you to a place." He said.

So, that's really his?

"Erm, Brandon. Is this really your car?" I asked again. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Yes, sweetheart."

Gosh...

Soon, he drives the car and not within half an hour, he pulled up outside a very big mansion. And what do I mean by big? From afar, you could see two outdoor swimming pools with Jacuzzis. I could also see many expansive cars in the garage. This mansion sure cost much.

"Erm, Brandon. What are we doing here?" I asked.

Whatever he does today, was weird.

"I live here."

Wha-

Did he freaking just say he live there?!

I was very confused. Very, very very very confused. I was left speechless in fact.

"My name is Brandon Irving. I'm the son of Desmond Irving, the billionaire. Not many know that. But, your sister does."

My sister does? Well, that's a lot information to take in.

"Why are you telling me all of these?" I asked.

"I want to let you know everything about me before we officially get together. So, you won't regret."

Regret? What had he been thinking?

"Brandon, I will never regret my choices. I chose you. Be more confident." I said, putting my hands in his arms.

"Actually blench, there's one more thing to tell you."

What? There's more?

"What is it?" I asked.

"Your..."

My phone rang, cutting Brandon sentences.

"Sorry," I said, answering the call.