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It was 8 am in the morning. I thought about getting out of bed but my body said otherwise. I made an effort to sit up when my alarm rang, and I stretched to the bedside table to turn it off only for it to be followed by the ringing of my phone.
I looked at the caller ID and a smile replaced the lazy and bored expression of my face. I quickly put the phone to my ear and was welcomed by the same voice I had longed to hear for a while now.
I had been waiting for weeks for this ass to call, but apparently he was swamped with work. Everyone was swamped with work these days and I guess I was the only one on vacation.
Kind of, well I was still at home and not doing any work so I considered it a holiday. My friends would say otherwise.
"Hello love. How are you?" I sighed and after a few seconds answered.
"I've been waiting for your call, you know. Is your work finished?"
There was a pause on the other end then I heard a sigh. "Yes, B, I'm done, and so are the others and I'm really sorry for not calling. I texted you though." He stated.
"Well that's not enough. Anyway, when are you coming back?" I asked, trying to sound disappointed but he knew me too well.
"Soon, don't worry, love. I have to go now so take care I'll call again. There's a slight problem here." I tried my best not to sound disappointed for good this time but as soon as I said 'Okay', I heard a beep and the call ended.
"Assho...." I was about to curse him when my phone rang again, and I picked it up angrily and said,
"What now?" rather sternly.
All I heard was a chuckle and then a different voice came from the phone.
"You know it's bad to curse your elders, you should be more respectful. Careful, the wrong person might hear you." And the call ended.
What the heck?
I was more surprised than shocked then looked around me to see if anyone was there. With a final look I jumped out of bed and opened my room's door and immediately screamed when the three men in front of me yelled together.
"SURPRISE!"
I fell down on the floor with a thud only to hear them start laughing hysterically at me.
"NOT FUNNY!" I shouted and then Lance came forward and pulled me up with him, chuckling at my shocked expressions that were more angry now. Then the realisation hit me.
"Wait, weren't you guys in England, too swamped with work to talk to me?" I asked them sassily to which they rolled their eyes.
"Well, in our defence, we were swamped with work and then we thought we would give you a surprise. We were coming back anyway, but we figured scaring you to death would be way more fun so we finished our work early to see our little sister." Tristan said, making me narrow my eyes at them in annoyance.
Although my heart warmed at those words, I didn't show any emotion on my face then glared at all of them, and stopped at Lance, my eldest brother, saviour, guardian and father figure whom I looked up to.
I JUST talked to him and he sounded like he was still working, then how in the world are they here?!
He just looked at me and said "Sorry, love. Should've told you, I know, but, come on, you loved it didn't you?" He knew me too well. I sighed and gave in and then smiled at my brothers, my world.
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes, fighting a smile as I told them I'd see them in a while.
After taking a cold shower I stood in my gown looking at my closet and deciding what to wear. I had to go out today, and I'd taken off for quite a while now and I felt like I needed to get some fresh air or I'd grow mould.
At least that's what Taylor said.
Quickly looking for some casual clothes, I found my trusty black jeans and beige sweater and put them on, keeping my hair open for them to dry and slipped on black boots with a matching black purse.
On reaching the dining room I noticed my dad sitting at the head chair and my two of my brothers on one side, with Lance nearest to Dad then Arthur. On the other side of the table sat Josephine and her daughter Olivia, along with Tristan.
Out of those three, If I had three bullets I'd shoot Josephine twice then Olivia because Tristan was the only good person out of them, and actually cared.
Don't worry, I won't actually do that. Maybe.
Previously, I sat with my dad when my brothers weren't home, but now I would sit next to Arthur. I walked inside slowly and everyone looked up and smiled.
Well everyone except two, who had their fake-poisonous smiles plastered on their faces. I went to my dad and pecked him on the cheek to which he smiled and wished me a good morning, and then I sat next to Arthur while our butler, Mr. Baker signalled the maids to bring our breakfast.
After having a hearty breakfast, we all settled in our living room and while dad and Lance chatted about business, Tristan, Arthur and I caught up with each other, cracked jokes and laughed at literally anyone we could think of.
Josephine and Olivia did nothing much other than comment on the next eligible bachelor or the next richest person, nothing that interested me so I steered clear of them.
"OH MY GOD! Look at this Mom, Adam Thorne's on the cover of all my magazines and he looks so freakin' gorgeous!" Olivia exclaimed and when no one paid attention to her, she continued blabbering about this Thorne guy and how handsome he was.
Did I mention rich? Apparently he was a billionaire too.
"Adam Thorne?" Tristan said after a while, capturing our attention.
"He's the one we signed our contract with. Right Lance?"
Lance just hummed in response and seemed lost in his thoughts when I snapped my fingers in front of his face.
"Earth to Lance, did you forget yourself back in England?" and that got me a chuckle, to which I was not surprised.
Lance didn't talk much unless it was something that interested him. Otherwise, he preferred staying quiet, like me. This was one thing we had in common, apart from our blue eyes and brown hair.
"Just tired B, nothing much." He said as he rose from his seat and pecked me on the cheek, excusing himself to go and rest. I mean I can't blame the guy for wanting to sleep.
We talked for a while more when Arthur suddenly looked at me in the middle of his conversation with dad.
"B, I forgot to tell you that you're supposed to come to the office tomorrow. We need new uniforms to be designed and let's be honest, we need an interior decorator too, so we're willing to hire you for your services. For free obviously." He looked at me cheekily.
"I'm sorry, what? First of all, I don't give my services to just anyone, and second, even if I do, I want the money for my hard work because I need it for my boutique." I replied with sass in my tone, causing Arthur to raise his hands in surrender.
"Ah yes, the boutique. Okay, I'll pay you, but you should be willing to give your favourite brother a discount right?" He waggled his eyebrows playfully at me and I smacked his shoulder.
"No, I won't be handing out discounts for anyone, not even my 'favourite brother'." I said with a smirk as I got up from the couch and made my way to the door. Then turning back I told Arthur in a louder voice so he could hear
"And who said you were my favourite brother?" I smiled innocently to see his amused expression disappear from his face, replaced with a frown, and went out smiling to myself.
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Not her favourite brother? Then who is? Keep reading to find out about Isabelle's over protective brothers. and a special someone in the next chapter!
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