Chapter 5

Rex’s POV

I had sat down in my office, with my phone in my hand. It would’ve been easier to watch them closely but my brother chose the wrong to call for an urgent meeting at the company.

The video bluffed. Ugh! This too? How else am I supposed to listen to their conversation now? I flashed a glance at the door and noticed the handle turning. I activated my phone’s time-out and left it on my desk. I leant my back against chair and turn the chair side by side at intervals.

The door pulled open. The last person I wanted to see, my brother. He scanned the office from the door before he walked in.

“For moment, I thought I would see a lady doing the buttons of her shirt like I always do meet them.” He said ironically as he partially closed the door behind him. He walked towards the desk.

“You guessed wrong, Alex.” I muttered.

Alex hummed and had his hands in his pockets. He gazed at my desk. I furrowed my brow confusingly. What was he up to?

“Mum told me you got married.” He said, after stalling.

I knew he was going to say something. Though he wasn’t at home when I went to announce the news, he would always want to know my reasons.

“And by that, you sent Daisy to come and confirm. Am I right?” I replied plainly, tapping my fingers on the desk.

“No. Daisy decided to visit on her own will. She over friendly and likes to be makes friends, even with random strangers.” He answered plainly.

I let out a sigh and sat straight.

“So, this new wife of yours, does it happen to be Samantha or someone sl*t you decided to make your own?” He asked frigidly.

I knew this conversation wouldn’t be this calm.

“What exactly do you want?” I shot back at him.

“What I want?” He replied coolly,

“What I want is for you to man up and take responsibility.”

Yeah, right. I rolled my eyes.

“You publicly rejected your fiancée at the altar; left without considering her feelings or how it might affect her career only for you to return and tell us you’re married. Does either of that sound responsible?” He said, raising his voice at me.

I adjusted the chair a little and stood on my feet.

“It was my wedding. My choice, not yours. I didn’t complain when you married Daisy. Why has mine always become an issue for you?” I retorted.

“You’ve always dragged our family name down the drain. It’s either you’re out there causing havoc or visibly showing the world how promiscuous you are.” He replied angrily.

“So, I’m the problem. Is that it? You’ve always questioned me but never Liam. I’m your brother but he is not.” I said sharply, not hiding my anger.

“Stop, all these Rex! Liam is our brother.” He queried.

“Yeah, from Dad’s mistress.” I scoffed.

“Boys!”

We stopped. I tilted my head a little and glanced at the door. Alex turned round. He flashed a glance at the figure and glared at me. Mr. Collins stood there and had a stern look on his face. He still had that intimidating look, though his hair colour was mixed—partially white and black.

“What is it? I can literally hear your voice from a floor below.”

“You pathetic godson got married some sl*t so that he could get his own share of the inheritance.” Alex ranted.

“She isn’t.” I gritted my teeth.

“Talk to him. If I stay here much longer, he is sure to receive a punch from me.” Alex said furiously.

He walked towards the door and banged it. Some brother that I have. Mr. Collins stared at the door for awhile and looked at me. I looked at him and diverted my gaze to the fax machine at the end of the room.

“Is what he is saying true? You got married?” He asked steely.

“Yes.” I replied, avoiding eye contact.

“Where?” He followed up.

I stayed mute. It was best if no one knew.

“Answer me, boy!” He said icily.

“Where I got married doesn’t matter. I have a wife now. It shouldn’t be a big deal.” I snapped. I scowled at him.

Must everyone question my motion? Wasn’t this what they’ve always wanted?

“Who is she?” He asked coolly, in a calm tone.

I glanced at him and looked away.

“She isn’t a sl*t like Alex describes her as.” I said candidly.

“Then who is she then?” He asked.

“You what Godfather, maybe you should her yourself. You know how bad I am at describing someone.” I said plainly.

Mr. Collins stayed mute for awhile and heaved.

“You really shouldn’t see Alex as a bad person. He is your older brother and cares about you. You really need to learn to trust him and see that he only watching out for you.” He advised.

Ugh! With this again? It’s high time my godfather took another notion.

“When he stops seeing me as the worst, then I’ll consider this.” I said.

Mr. Collins didn’t say anything and simply nodded. He turned round and walked towards the door. He got hold of the handle and looked at me.

“Try to make her happy. She is someone else’s daughter.” He added. He pulled it open and left my office.

As if being married to a rich man isn’t enough luxury. What other luxury would she want?