IVAN~•~ "Bring the car around." "Yes sir." The line went dead. I stood in front of my mirror and adjusted the collar of my red tuxedo and my red inner shirt. I could not remember the last time I was forced to step foot outside the comfort of my walls, but today's meeting was necessary. I had barely gotten any sleep last night. Ian's arrival and Antonio's message bothered me more than I cared to admit. After calling nine out of ten other members of my board, I knew there was only one person I could reply on.One person who would never say no to me. I headed straight towards my black Tesla and settled into the backseat. The drive to her house would have taken less than an hour, but I had to stop at the flower shop. The way to her heart was a bouquet of roses. So, I made sure to get that for her, and a box of chocolates to spice it. For the sole reason that she was going to break the oath of the board for my sake, she deserved it. My valet parked the car in front of her mansion.
AUTHOR ~•~ Ian watched as his brother stepped out of the kitchen, the beautiful woman followed him behind. He watched closely as her hips swayed while she walked. He had mistaken the girl to be a cook, only to find out she was his brother's…well, fling. Antonio stared at the young man in front of him with an arched brow. When Mister Ivan and the strange female doctor were both out of sight, Antonio cleared his throat. Ian jerked up and turned to the elderly man. He looked Antonio over, before he spoke. "Why didn't you tell me there was a fine ass woman in this house? I would have known how to approach her." Ian feigned his frown, but the glare Antonio threw at him was real. The elderly butler sighed and moved past Ian. He walked towards the kitchen counter and picked up the glass the doctor had used. He refilled the bottle of water from the dispenser and tucked it into the fridge, before he turned around to land his eyes on Ian again. "I didn't know Ivan's personal life was par
CAMILLA~•~ "You good for nothing infidel!" Ivan thundered in response. His angry growl filled the room, while he picked thee man by his collar and flung him towards the ground. He did so without effort, as do he were tossing a piece of paper to the floor. My heart began to pound against my chest. I wished the man would just stop talking, he needed to stop speaking if I was going to save his life. Ivan corked the gun and pointed it towards the man's head. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I could not tell why. "You can say and call me whatever you want, but you know I'll always be the better man." A bitter chuckle escaped Ivan's throat. His lips spread out into a thin smile. I did not like that smile. "Father didn't think so." "But your wife begged to differ." Ian spat out. I could see all the muscles in Ivan's body grow tense. His jaw hardened and he clenched his teeth, hard. "He is going to pull that trigger if you don't do something." Antonio's voice rang in my ears. It
CAMILLA~•~ I led him to his room door and watched him take slow strides to his bed. I didn't look at anything else, I couldn't - not when his legs continued to shake in the way that they did.Once he had safely tucked himself in, I leaned away from his door frame and closed his door behind me. I pressed my back to the metal door coated with black paint. My heartbeat had not yet steadied and I could still feel my arms vibrate by my side. Today's episode of healing mister Holloway was the scariest I had ever encountered in all my life. Face to face with what could have turned to homicide. I wiped my sweat from my forehead with the back of my palm and headed back to the kitchen. Water, I needed water. I slipped into the kitchen, grateful for the silence of the house. I was sure Ian's brother had left already. No matter what he had done or did not do, it would be foolish to remain in the house of someone who was seconds close to pulling the trigger on you, no matter your relationship
IVAN~•~ I had tried to sleep, but despite the throbbing in my head and the resounding echo of pain in my chest, I could not bring myself to close my eyes to sleep, neither could I silence the thoughts in my head. I frowned as I tossed and turned in my bed. Only the creator could have saved Ian from my claws. I was already prepared to put an end to his sorry excuse of a life. The government of Italy would have been grateful to me for getting rid of one of their biggest drug chain links. It was strange how he did not look like it, but my brother was the epitome of the word "dangerous" and that was because he did not look it! At all! At first glance, anyone would think I was the monster between the both of us. I could not tell if that mattered, but it had always bothered me. And today? Once again he had ended up making me look like that monster. I was the one who had a gun pressed to a man's head and he was the victim. No one, neither Camilla nor Antonio knew the gravity of what he
IVAN~•~ The weekend came and left faster than I had expected, but by Monday morning, I was ready to take the world by storm. I was ready to take back that which Ian had dared to steal from me. The audacity amused me, even till now. I packed my briefcase myself and slipped my phone into my pocket. My favourite Armani three piece suit was the best clothing for this occasion. My leather Rolex on my wrist, and Tom Ford on my feet. I felt powerful in my designers, I was and forever would be powerful. I picked up my briefcase from my bed and stepped outside my room. Antonio was in front of my door with a cup of coffee in his hands. He called it the "welcome back to life" coffee. For the first time in months, I was going to be outside, making an appearance at the office. My personal assistant, O'Bryan James, squealed, and I'm not exaggerating, over the phone when I told him I would be coming to work. "Finally! Now I know I didn't lose my job!" I had heard him mutter under his breath
IVAN ~•~ The atmosphere was tense. My eyes caught sight of men adjusting their ties, drawing ties up and down, knotting and unknotting, constantly and repeatedly clearing their throats. In that moment, u was grateful to Elina for her gracious heads up. I was not sure I would have been able to keep my sanity in this moment if I did not know what was coming. The tension was so thick, I could reach out and touch it. Ian had a slight crease on his forehead. My brother continuously tapped the table with his fingers, a sign he was running out of patience. Elina settled back into her seat. A man I knew as Daniel Reece rose from his chair. I fought back the urge to scoff. Of course it would be him. This man, almost the same age as me, put himself in an unnecessary and unhealthy competition with me for everything, including my father's adoration. But everytime he rose against me, I beat him hands down. Between Ian and him, I could not tell who despised me more. He cleared his throat a
IVAN ~•~I sat on the rolling chair - my favorite furniture in my entire office - twirling a pen around my fingers. It gave me a pleasant wave of relief to be back here again. Now that I had so graciously put Ian in his place, I knew that I could not go MIA on the world again. I had to take up my responsibility, I had to begin to show up. I had silenced the rumours now, but it was only a matter of time until new tongues began to wag again. One after the other, the board members stepped into my office to congratulate me. In all, I leaned into my chair and said nothing, only giving them occasional smiles and nods when I needed to. It was only until Elina stepped into the glass walls of my office that I leaned out of my chair and dropped my pen on the table. I watched her stroll into my office and settle into the chair in front of me. Her brown skirt hugged the skin of her hips. For the first time in a long while, I found my eyes lingering there. "Congratulations mister Ivan. It is go