Chapter 5: I know you.

ELENA.

“Elena. I asked you a question. What are you doing with my fiancé?” Rita’s voice was sharp.

“I’m just doing my job”

She didn’t look convinced. Her eyes moved between me and Brandon, searching for something suspicious.

But Brandon's expression didn't change.

“Your job? Since when did you start attending to patient in the VIP room?” before I could respond.

She walked quickly to Brandon, letting out a soft tone. “Are you okay?”

Rita reached for his arm, but he stopped her.

“I’m fine” his voice was calm and flat.

Something changes across Rita’s face, but she quickly hides her facial expression.

Then without another word, Brandon steps out of the room leaving only me and Rita alone.

I didn’t even have a second to breathe before she turned to me. “Now tell me. What were you doing to Brandon?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I was treating him”

“Don’t you dare lie to me. I saw the way you looked at him. Now let me warn you, stay away from him and don’t you ever touch him again” she warns.

I didn’t have anything to say, because I was too tired to argue especially not with someone like her.

“Here we go again. Always pretending like you’re innocent” she scoffs.

“I’ve work to do” before she could say anything else, I quickly walked past her.

“Elena!” she calls out for me but I ignore her.

*****

I reach quickly for the elevator and press the button, I didn’t want to come across my hot headed sister, especially after what happened at the VIP room.

And somehow I still don’t understand why Brandon’s words affected me so much.

The door slides open and I step inside quickly, finding a moment to breathe but before I could do that, a hand stops the elevator’s door.

My eyes widened as I see Brandon step inside. The elevator door closes and we are left in the elevator alone.

The air suddenly shifts. The space suddenly felt too intense.

I swallow the gulp in my throat. “I thought you told me to stay away from you.”

“I did.” He says without looking at me.

“Are you stalking me?”

Then finally he stares at me, like I said something insane.

My cheeks instantly become red. “I didn’t mean…I just...” I paused, because I wasn’t saying anything reasonable.

Then I spoke again. “Don’t tell Rita.”

He lifts his eyebrow slightly. “What?”

“Don’t tell her what happened between us that night.”

The elevator door opens. Relief sinks into me but before I could step out, Brandon pressed the elevator button and the door immediately closed.

His eyes are fully on me now. “What do you mean us?”

Everything about him felt so intense, I couldn’t breathe properly. “I know you don’t virgins but Rita doesn’t need to know what happened that night.”

“Nothing happened” he says suddenly calm and controlled.

“Yeah but I don’t want to hurt my sister.”

“Are you sure you care about her that much?” he walks closely to me and then I step back.

My back pressed against the elevator wall.

“You don’t know me enough to ask me that”

There’s a silence between us, then he steps even closer, too close that my heartbeat starts racing.

His hands lift closely to me.

I quickly shut my eyes.

My breathe begins to stutter. Then suddenly I feel his hands against my chest in a slow pace, his hands move lower and then instead of what I expect.

His hands are on my ID card.

I open my eyes slowly.

I find him holding unto my ID card, reading it and then a slow smirk appears on his perfect lips.

Then he lets it go and steps back like nothing happened, his expression unreadable.

The elevator door finally opens.

He walks out and then he stops.

He turns his head slightly just enough for his voice to reach me. “Believe me...there are a lot of things I know about you.”

There’s a pause and then- “…things that you don’t even know about yourself.” 

He walks away leaving me there frozen with my head spinning.

I ran out, trying to keep up with him but there was nothing. He was gone.

“Elena!” a voice calls out my name as I turn to see violet running towards me. “Where the hell have you been? You’ve to see this.” She says, quickly shoving her phone into my hand.

I slowly stare at the phone and then I see a picture not just a picture.

It was a picture from the club, blurry but clear enough for me to know who it was.

It was me in Brandon’s arms, being carried out.

My heart beat starts racing again because the only question in my head now-

Who took this?