Four Brothers and a Bride

Chapter 89: Chapter 89

ASHTON

The last two weeks have been very hectic for me. At home while Mila was still a guest in the mansion, she had been very clingy and in constant demand of entertainment. I barely saw much of my own brothers because she was always pulling me away to check out a new club, attend a concert or a friend’s party etc.

There was always something to do and somewhere to get to. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was very uncomfortable being at home with me with Ashely’s room (where Demi had to sleep in most nights for the duration of Mila’s stay) being close to mine.

She wouldn’t admit it but I sensed that Mila was still very wary of and insecure around Demi. I noticed how she switched up on her fashion style from the comfortable and chic to trendy and sexy. Everyday, she looked so good she turned heads wherever we went.

I indulged her because I needed to distract myself from feeling bad about losing a woman that was never mine to begin with. While I immersed myself in Mila’s world and slavishly followed her itinerary, the distance between Demi and I started to widen and I realized I could go a day without thinking about her.

At work, Asher and I finally finalized the acquisition of a car dealership. I didn’t think the deal was going to span weeks to conclude but I am grateful it was successful. I have never been prouder of Asher. He handled the process with admirable finesse.

I understand why father keeps him close. Asher is a ruthless negotiator and businessman. I just like cars, man. The business side of it all sucks to be honest. Thankfully, I have astute people just like Asher on my team who help me keep the automobile company running smoothly.

Mila is finally back to sleeping in her own bed now. I am grateful to have my room to myself but there are still traces of her everywhere, especially in my bathroom. Her scent still lingers on my pillows and bedsheets. Her lingerie and some of her clothes are still in my closet. I sometimes imagine her fingerprint on the steamy glass in the shower from when we got kinky in the bathroom. There’s also her toothbrush, hairbrush, makeup kit etc. all over the bathroom sink. I tried to ignore the clutter for a few days but finally gave up and called the maids.

"Thank you, Halle." My room is squeaky clean after Halle and her team finish with it in under an hour. The bathroom is spotless, like it is used to being.

"You’re welcome, sir. Let us know if you need any more assistance."

I shut my door after they leave and sigh deeply. It feels great when I fall asleep later. The next morning after a good night rest, I wake up refreshed and ready to restart the daily grind. Gris is pleased when I make my way into the office bright and early. According to him, I am in time to meet my guest.

"A guest in my office? It’s not even eight in the morning yet." I mutter irritably. When he tells me who the guest is, my frown only deepens.

"Good morning, Mr. Spellman." I greet Mila’s father. The elderly man is comfortably seated on my sofa with a steaming mug of coffee in his hand. He sets his coffee down as I join him on the sofa. I have a slight idea what he is here to talk about.

"You’re late, again" He utters dryly with a look of pure dissatisfaction etched on his face.

"It’s two minutes past seven am and you didn’t inform me you were coming."

"It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I was here before you, the boss of this establishment."

I shrug my shoulders, lean back on my seat and cross my legs. "Fine. Two points for punctuality goes to you. So, are you going to tell me why you are here? I know it has nothing to do with the services we offer here."

Mr. Hugh regards me with disdain through his piercing eyes. I don’t care what he thinks of me. I won’t cozy up to him just because I am with his daughter. I don’t even do so with my own father. He has to accept me just as I am.

"What exactly are your plans for my daughter? She spent weeks at your mansion. At this point, I am afraid it’s a little more than a fling."

I want to believe that neither Mila nor father is behind Mr. Hugh’s visit today. Just the thought of it pisses me off.

"Mila and I just started dating officially, Mr. Hugh. I am in no hurry whatsoever. Did Mila say something to you?"

"She has no idea I am here right now. I am only asking as a concerned father. I do not want rumors to spread or her reputation nearly tarnished if you mean to use and dump her. She won’t be like that model your married brother uses."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Don’t get defensive, Ashton. We both know the truth. Anyway, back to my question. You didn’t answer me."

I rise to my feet. "I did, clearly might I add. I am still getting to know your daughter. We are in a good place right now and I’d appreciate it if our parents cut us some slack and stop meddling with our private matters. When we are ready to take our relationship to the next level, we will do well to inform you guys but not before."

"If you don’t plan on having a future with my daughter, do well to let her down easily and quickly. I won’t let you strain her along and choose someone else over her after breaking her heart." His voice has a fine threat in it.

"Thank you for stopping by, Mr. Spellman."

At least with him, I will worry less about him being erratic and impulsive. With him, I can

be sure to

clenches his fist before storming out of

shouldn’t have spoken to him like that. You know who he is. You

either! Trust me Gris, I handled that as best as I could. If I didn’t check my temper, he would have left here

comes blaring on my phone. Two hours go by and I am surprised at Hugh’s restraint in conveying his displeasure to my father. Even Mila doesn’t call or text me.

"How is she?"

said anything new. She maintains that we have the wrong person." I sigh

stopping by later today. If she still refuses to open up to me, I’ll leave her

"Alright sir."

in a frown when an unexpected guest causes an uproar in the building. The hurried shuffling of footsteps, the ass slicking and babbling of

holds the door open with a low bow as father walks into my office. With a

and stand to my feet while father’s eyes take

should have called me to the HQ. Why did you take the trouble to come all the

are a statement of opulence. Though Ashley’s and Ashal’s offices are tastefully furnished and bigger in space, they have a stroke of personality about them. My office is almost a blur

small space? Is there a problem with the bigger office reserved for the

is not convinced but moves on. "What brings you here?

you weren’t expecting my call at least.

"Hugh."

drink Gris rushes in to offer him with a dismissive wave. He exhales. "What exactly are you playing at here, Ashton? I came all this way to ask you what game you’re trying to play

what you’re talking

Spellman’s daughter! I needed to look you in the eye when I reminded you what a deadly game you’re playing by ruffling her father’s feathers with your arrogance. Mila is a beautiful and successful woman whom you’ve been flaunting for the world for

I told

how do you

just to please our parents! We just started dating officially. Give

won’t screw this up because of whatever negligible feelings you might nurse for

fully understand his silent message. "I was wondering

that disgraceful act with Demi and choosing a future with Mila but that doesn’t mean that I am over your betrayal towards Ashley. I thought you were

scoff at his judgement. "I am a Rollins son. If memory serves me correctly, the men in our family are not

snide reply. That one must have hit a nerve or two. How dare he talk to me about betrayal when he has been the one championing it in the

is to blame for all of this.

"Don’t start this again."

sons

so predictable." I

if you don’t prove to me that you’re over whatever

but I’m over it now. Can

you truly had moved on, you wouldn’t be playing games with Mila Spellman." I watch father lean forward with cold fury in his eyes. "You’ve known Mila for a sufficient period of time. Her feelings

"What’s your hurry?"

as to your loyalty

surge to my feet, brimming with anger. "You came here to remind me that I am just another pawn in your game. Ha. Just

well. "Look at Ashal. He had the opportunity to wed

"Watch it."

now. Couples get engaged and get married much later nowadays. You could wed her

so Ashley had father do his dirty work. "Ashley set

acts around you. It’s just shocking to realize all she has done after insisting on inserting a no sex clause in her

fists by my side, mad

"Fine. I’ll do it."

***

a slice of pizza in her mouth. "Is there a particular reason why I am being held in this beautiful house instead of a cell?" She wipes her lips

jam my hands in my pocket as I approach her. She’s a cheeky one. "Are you in a hurry to be behind bars? Don’t worry, you’ll still end up in prison. I just need you to answer my questions first. This is the last time I’ll ask them. Once I step through that door to leave, you’ll be on your way to a correctional facility. Mark my