Twelve

Orson's pov

“Orson?”

I grinned.

Crowley ripped off his sunglasses, He gave me a mean look.

“What's wrong…” He said but I pulled him by the collar of his jacket, cutting him off.

His brown eyes widened.

“Come in before someone sees us,” I told him before letting him go.

He mumbled something under his breath before climbing in. 

My smile widened as I watched him get in the car.

When the car door shut, “So you saw my calls?” He asked,

“Hm, hm” I hummed,

He shook his head.

“Then why didn't you answer? I thought…” He started but I cut him off again.

“You thought, I sent you here just to leave you stranded here?” I completed it for him.

He looked away.

“I just thought…”

“You're impatient” I said, he turned frowning.

“What? I’m not…” he stopped,

“Really?” I leaned closer, He pulled back.

I leaned closer, trapping him between the other side of the car and me.

“It was you who likes to make jokes out of someone” He said, looking away.

I grabbed his chin, making him look into my eyes.

One thing I am fond of is looking into his eyes.

Those emotions he tried to hide…

I want to see them not from a distance but closely.

A small stain of color appeared on his cheeks.

I smiled, satisfied and returned to my original position.

“I would like a quiet ride, No questions,” I said, glancing at him.

He was still shaking.

“I hope quiet Crowley is available” I finished.

He didn't give me a reply, just staring down his hands.

I leaned back on the car rest, closing my eyes.

•

“We have arrived” 

I heard the chauffeur say, my eyes opened.

I glanced at Crowley who was already pushing the door open.

I smiled and opened the car.

I walked around the car, to see Crowley in a spot.

His mouth was agaped.

I turned to the mansion in front of me.

“Is this yours?” He asked,

I nodded,

“Wow” He smiled,

“You must have a thing for houses” I said,

“This isn't a house, This is a freaking mansion” Crowley corrected.

I shrugged, walking past him into the Mansion.

“One day, just one day” I heard him say.

The large door was opened by a maid.

“Did you leave alone?” Crowley asked,

“Yes…Welcome to my home” I said,

Even though I barely come here, this is the only place I can bring him without having any one in my business.

“So…” 

I turned to Winston.

“So?” I asked,

He cleared his throat, looking away. 

The colors in his cheeks were visible.

I smiled as I understand what he meant by ‘so’

“Crowley…Don't tell me you expect us to f*”k now?” I laughed,

“No…no.. that's not it” He stuttered, embracement written on his face. “I mean you tell me to come because…”

I cut him off, “I know why I invited you but I wouldn't f**k you when you're looking like that?” I said, my eyes roaming on him.

He looked down at his clothing

“What's wrong with my clothes?” He asked,

“You really want me to f**k you now?” I raised my brows.

“No.. that's not it. You were insulting my clothes” He shook his head.

I grinned.

“The maids who show you to your room, They will attend to your needs. I will call you when I need you” I turned and headed for the stairs

“Wait, when do you need me?” 

“Orson!”

I didn't stop, I kept on walking towards my room.

••••

I twirled the glass of whiskey in my hand as I listened to my mom ramble on the phone.

“Mom…”

“Mom…”

I called her trying to stop her as she kept complaining about how I treated Mila.

“Don't cut me off, Son” She yelled back, “You don't treat a lady like that”

“I told you before that I am no longer interested” I said calmly,

“Orson, You can't just break off a relationship that is supposed to lead to marriage” My Mom said,

She and Mila’s mom want us to get married but other than the marriage thing.

It's for business.

“Mom, That's your dream not mine. I am no longer interested in Mila and you won't force me to be with her” I bite back,

“Orson, Listen to me. Even if you don't like her anymore, you have to for business, family think…” My mom continued trying to be persuasive but I cut her off.

“No.” I disagree,

“You can still have your fun…”

“No.” 

“You know what I am tired of your stubbornness, When you are tired of your new amusement. Call Mila” my mom said,

Amusement.

Mila must have told her.

I scoffed, “I won't”

“Is this what we get for letting you…”

“Mom, don't even go there. You know right from the start that I am not interested in the family business.” I cut her off.

“Okay…okay but Son”

The door to my study opened, the Butler. Wells stepped in.

“Look Mom, I have to go. I will talk to you later” I said and before she could say another word, I ended the call.

“What is it Wells?” I questioned, pouring the entire content in my glass cup into my mouth.

“Mr Crowley requested to see you about an hour ago but you said you're not be disturb” Wells said,

“Okay,” I nodded and Wells stepped out.

I dropped my glass cup and stood up.

Crowley.

I don't why I hesitated before f**king him against the wall as we arrived here.

I stood up and walked out of my study, then upstairs.

I reached the room where Crowley would be staying.

The door was silently opened and I could hear voices.

“Anne, stop it” I heard Crowley laugh.

Anne.

She was the same person who keeps calling and texting him

“What?” A woman's voice asked in a playful tone.

“I end the call now if you don't stop teasing me” Crowley chuckled,

I frowned and pu

shed the door open, when I stepped in.

He sat up, He was a little surprised.

“Anne, Let me call you back” He said, looking at me and he ended the call.

“Who the hell is Anne?”