Micah

The ride wasn't what you'd call a very silent one. Hell! It wasn't silent at all.

It turns out that Bryson was a fan of rock. The good one.

"I can't believe you like rock!" I had to shout because of the rock music.

"Mabelle, if you don't know I like rock, you don't know anything about me." He laughed.

"Hm" I nodded as I listened to the music. I was a little bit disappointed when he paused the music.

"So, how did you meet Kristopher?"

Oh.

Did I really want to talk about that?

"It's work related." I was as vague as I could be.

"You work for him?"

"Something like that."

"Is he a good boss?"

Is Mr Lyon a good boss?

Hell no!

He isn't even a good person.

"He's alright."

"Kristopher? You don't need to be nice Mabelle."

"Seriously." I chuckled.

Okay. I desperately needed to change the topic.

"So, how do you know Mr Lyon?"

Bryson was silent for atleast a minute.

"Lyon?" He chuckled silently. His laughter almost sounded muffled.

"He's my brother."

Shock was an understatement right now to the way I felt.

"Come again?"

Bryson cocked his head in my direction. "You're shocked?" He said after analyzing the sudden features on my face.

"Yeah. A little bit." I confessed with a nervous laugh.

"We don't look alike?"

"Well, now that I know you guys are related, you do look alike in a way."

Though they had distinguishing features like Mr Lyon's dark emerald eyes or Bryson's teal eyes, they looked alike in a way."

"So, are you guys twins?" Okay. Now that I knew Mr Lyon had a brother, I was curious.

Mr Lyon had clearly shown that he didn't like Bryson and I'd give a dollar to know why.

That's a huge thing on my path. Considering I don't have much of those.

"No, do I look that young?" Bryson smirked. "I'm the elder brother."

"No way." My jaw dropped

This was a lot to digest. The younger brother always frowned, was too busy, a workaholic, arrogant and rude while the older brother was the carefree, nice, lenient friend.

A small laugh was Bryson's only reply.

"Wait. wait how old are you?"

"Thirty. On the fifteenth of this month."

That's actually kind of cool. His younger brother's birthday is fourteen days before his. Which meant only six days to his birthday.

"Kristopher turned twenty seven on the first."

Holy shit! That douche is older than me with only three years. He acts like he's such a big deal.

Okay. Let's be honest, he is a big deal. Multibillionaire at twenty seven IS a big deal.

"He's actually young." I held on to my seatbelts as my Lyon's house was of sight.

"Yeah I know. He's always been way to serious for his age."

Was it weird that I would like to know more about Mr Lyon's childhood?

"I have some childhood pictures I can show you. If you want to have a look."

Is this man a friggin mind reader!?

"Really?"

"Yep. There's a collection book but it's back home. I do have some on my phone."

"Wow, thank you Bryson."

He unlocked his phone and passed it to me.

"Don't thank me Mabelle. I'll be more than happy to do anything for you."

My cheeks turned pink briefly as I stared at the picture. It looked pretty old. It was a picture of two children. One looked slightly taller than the other, both looked so happy and were smiling. The younger one was atleast four while the older one looked between six to seven.

The younger barely had teeth, showing off his gum while the older smiled without showing off his teeth. The picture was so beautiful and cute, the brothers hugged as they took the picture

I couldn't believe the younger one was Mr Lyon. The Mr Lyon I knew now. They might not have looked dashing like they do now in this picture over twenty years ago, but at least thier smiles  weren't fake.

"It's a bit embarrassing, I know." Bryson chuckled, looking into the picture.

"It's beautiful.'' I muttered under my  breath.

"What made you guys grow apart?" I know it definitely wasn't in my place to ask this but I couldn't help it.

That same silence returned to the car until Bryson spoke again.

"Nothing. We didn't grow apart." He ended with a short laugh.

"But-"

"Mabelle. We're here."

Bryson pulled the breaks.

"Thank you." I alighted the vehicle.

"Of course Mabelle." Bryson found a place to park the car outside the gates of the house.

I walked to the large security house and knocked on the window.

"Simone. It's Micah."

The tinted windows opened slowly to reveal an astonished looking Simone.

"What are you doing here?"

Really?

"I'm here to get the pup." I felt a bit dizzy, the side effects of the liquor earlier in the night.

"What pup?"

"The golden retriever I got Mr Lyon for his birthday."

He lowered his face as if realization dawned on him.

"Oh, that pup."

"Yes. It's really late Simone just give it to me so I can get going."

"I'm not with it."

"What? But my Lyon said-"

"That's the thing, Mr Lyon is with it."

"He actually travelled with it?"

"Micah, are-" he was interrupted by the horn at the gates. I heard him curse under his breath as he pushed the red button on the wall, causing the gate to rise.

"Simone, who's that? I thought Mr Lyon had travelled?"

Although the gates were up, the car stayed in it's position.

My heart skipped a beat as the door opened, my fists rolled into balls as I hoped it wasn't him. All of a sudden, I felt so sober as Mr Lyon's head popped out, and soon his whole body.

Why did the universe hate me so much?

He looked exactly like I remembered. Of course he did. It had only been two days.

No, not exactly he looked more tired, he had bags under his eyes which were literally screaming to take a break and rest.

"Micah? What are you doing here?"

"I-I came to pick up the puppy." I hated how I sounded, like a stammering kid.

A nod was his reply.

"Why this late?"

"I've had a lot going on."

"Everybody's had a lot going on."

"What about you. I thought you travelled." I folded my arms. Mr Lyon was silent, just staring at me.

"It's already late. I'll come get the puppy tomorrow. You can go inside now." I hoped I didn't sound suspicious. I just wanted Mr Lyon to go through the gates so Bryson and I could get the hell out of here.

"You're leaving?"

"Yup. It's really late."

He stared at me intensely for a few seconds before nodding.

Yes!

Just as I was about leaving, I heard a call.

"Mabelle."

Oh shit!

Bryson jogged down to Mr Lyon and I.

"I thought he'd travelled."

Oh no Bryson! Wrong timing!

My gaze slowly found it's way to Mr Lyon's face, he had hooded eyes and his face screamed rage.

"Micah what is he doing here?" Mr Lyon looked down at me and I could look anywhere on his body except his eyes.

"Kristopher, I don't think that's how you should treat me."

"Shut the Fuck off Bryson!" Mr Lyon's shout ran than my spine, causing me to jump a little.

"Bryson let's just leave." I said to Bryson, then turned to Mr Lyon. "I'm so sorry sir. We're leaving."

I took a step further before I felt a strong grip on my elbow. "Not you, Him."

"But sir-"

"You're not being very nice to your brother Kris."

"You're not my brother. Don't ever call me that."

"You know what Kristopher? You're a coward, to much off a pussy to face his past."

Ouch.

"Simone." Mr Lyon called and instantly four men ran out of the security house, standing at the four corners of Mr Lyon and I.

"Get. The. Fuck. Out!"

Bryson chuckled loudly. "Kris, the past is only going to eat you up. You can't keep it away, you don't have the wisdom."

Bryson had walked a few steps, almost at his car before he turned back. "Mabelle, I'll see you another day." He got into his car and sped off.

"You saw that face, right? Keep it in mind. I don't want to see him less than 50 feet away from any of properties. If you don't deal with him accordingly, I'll deal with your family financially." He instructed Simone who bowed his back slightly.

"Just great! You ruined my ride home." I said to Mr Lyon who approached his car.

"Come on." He called to me.

"No thank you." I couldn't forget the last time I had spent the night here. No thank you was right.

I fucking hated all this. I'll still have to walk home. Coming to Mr Lyon's house was a bad idea.

Mr Lyon turned direction and began walking towards me, he stopped when we were in proximity. Our bodies almost touching.

"The last lady who left my house earlier than this even was murdered and robbed. I doubt you can be robbed but I can't let you be murdered." My lashes wavered.

What did he mean by that?

"I'll be a suspect and my company doesn't need the negative attention."

Oh that.

I could tell he was referring to Camille's death. Well good luck to him I was creeped out now.

We couldn't stand each other's asses but how bad can a night be?

Horrible.

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