TO LOVE AGAIN

CHAPTER 6

I released a giant smile when I left my office. I know they just don't want to let me know that the two are in a relationship. Hmm, I wonder when and how did they start. Well, later I'm going to asks my brother. I know he's as easy as it can be unlike Aime, my best friend? Even though we're friends, when she doesn't really want to say it, she won't.

"Where is my client?" I ask my secretary.

"He's in the meeting room, Miss President."

"Meeting room?" My eyebrows raised. Why he is in there? I mean. He has to set an appointment with me first before proceeding there.

"Okay, thank you. Ahm gets us a coffee. Thank you." I commanded my secretary before heading to the meeting room. While I am heading there, I'm a bit curious about that client. Does he need to go to the meeting just to talk to me?

When I got to the door of the meeting room, I didn't have a second thought to open it. As I open the door, I immediately saw. the image of his back. Yeah. He's not facing me. I latch the door as I enter the room and I walk towards him. This meeting room is quite huge, the wall was made by crystal so you can clearly saw the people outside who are roaming around this building. And I think this client didn't notice me entering the room because he was standing still in the corner of this room, It looks as if he is watching my workers under this floor.

When I am near to him, my forehead twitched as I noticed what his suit looks like.

He's wearing black slacks and a blue T-shirt.

T-shirt?

Wait. Is he really my client? Why do his outfits look so rusty?

I cleared my throat when I'm already on his back. I saw his shoulder moved. With his, both hands pulled out from its pocket, and I saw a branded watch on his wrist. Rolex watch. Whoah. That's expensive.

Who is this?

"Good afternoon? Sir?" I greeted.

He slowly turned his back to me.

I don't know, but as he slowly moves his body to face me I have a strange feeling in my heart. Seems I'm nervous.

When he finally face me. My mouth hanged as I saw who he was.

'Brent? Or should I say? Uncle Brent.'

"Hi. Good afternoon."

Wait, am I not dreaming?

Not an illusion?

He's... He's really standing in front of me right now?

"You already have a such, great, huge, successful company." He says. A compliment? He wanders his gaze to the whole meeting room as well as the area that can be seen on this floor since the wall is crystal.

So, he's real.

For almost 8 years, he finally showed up. Wow. Just wow. Very surprising. And it looks like a lot has changed on him. He is not as thin as he used to be. He has now muscular pretty arms, wide and broad shoulders, a perfect trace of the collarbone, and the perfect line of his jaw.

"What can I do for you, my client?" I authoritatively asked causing him to turn his gaze on me. As our eyes met, I could see that there's something in his eyes he wanted to speak out, but I couldn't read it.

"I'm not here as your client." He said with a little smile grew on his lips. "I'm here to see you." He added with a twinkle in his devilish brown eyes.

"You came.. you came here to see me?" I laugh a little, but in a sarcastic way. "You do?" I released a smile again. Not kind. I walk towards him and lean my butt on the side table beside him, having a cross arm, and still, my gaze is on him. "My pleasure then, Uncle," I said. That makes him raised his brows and cough.

"Uncle?" He repeated, questioningly.

I lift my chin up, as I answer.

He laughs shortly, transferring his body in front of me. Now he's standing with his arm crossed too in front of me. "Where did you get that word?" He asks.

Is he kidding me? Why does he even ask that? Does he still not know the answer?

"Perhaps, you're my father's brother," I answered, shrugging my shoulder.

"Oh right," he replies with his white teeth exposed oh his expansive smile.

What so damn, funny?

"Yeah, so, you're my uncle," I said and stood up. "Since you're not here as my client then, let's just end it here. Nice to meet you again, Uncle." I gave him a friendly smile before turning my back, but before I could take a step in, he spoke.

"I'm not your Uncle. I will never be, your Uncle." He said with a serious tone of his voice.

How is that possible?

I knew that statement was serious but he could not ascertain me, so I faced him again.

"I don't have enough time deal some jokes with you Unc---" my mouth was quickly shut because he suddenly pull my waist causing my body to stick on his body and he places his finger on my lips. My heart skips a beat as he starts brushing my lips using his finger followed by his eyes staring at it.

Is he crazy? What the hell is he doing?

I wanted to push him away but my body was losing its strength. I feel like I'm going to fall to the floor if he will going to let go of me.

"I said I'm not and I will never be your Uncle, Elisha. I'm Brent Sanderson. The man who loved you from then on, until now."

I swallowed my saliva hardly by what he said. I also felt like I was sweating so much. I couldn't understand him. What the hell is he saying? He can't love me. I know that he knows that too. Urgh. Why is he doing this to me? And .. What? He ain't my Uncle? That's impossible. He is my father's brother, so what he says is impossible. I really want to go out on his arms but I feel so weak.

Ugh, Elisha. What's happening to you?

He places his mouth in my ear, that I could feel he breathe now, touching and caressing my ears down to my neck. I felt tickled slightly as his lips stick to the bottom of my ear. He gently kisses it.

"I missed you." He whispered with lust-filled his voice. "I missed you damn so much, Ish." He whispered again as he continued what he was doing to my ears and neck.

What is he doing, seriously?

I want to shout, scream, however, I couldn't open my damn mouth.

I hate this. Why I can't. Stop him?

No. No. This can't be happening. I'm done with a family stroke relationship. I'm f*****g done of it.

"Stop right there!" Finally, I had the guts to exclaim.

Brent quickly stopped what he was doing, so I got a chance to slip into his arms.

"Get out in my building now. Don't ever come back." I told him coldly and walk out of the meeting room quickly. I overheard her calling me but I ignored her. I just kept walking back to my office but before I could reach the door of my office, he grabbed my arm.

"What are you doing?" I irritably ask and giving him a sharp look.

"Look, I'm sorry. I.. I didn't mean to do that. I. I just missed you." He uttered smoothly. I could feel him slowly letting go of my arm. He looks at me implying that what he is saying is not a lie. His gaze shows so much admiration to me, his lips acting so weird as if he wanted to kiss my lips.

But no, this can't be. He's my uncle. No matter what he says, he's my uncle.

"Get out of here, now. Please." I beg.

"Okay. I will. But. Can you meet me later? Please? " He begs. I didn't answer him. He gave me his calling card. "6 PM, at Happy Tea Cafe. Please come, I have many things to tell you." After he said that, he turned his back started walking away from me.

When he disappeared in my sight, I let out a deep sigh.

I peeked on his calling card which I am holding. There's no background about him written on its card, just only his number.

Nevermind. I won't come. I have nothing to hear out from him.

"Miss President." My secretary calls me, carrying a tray that has two teapots on it. Yeah, the coffee, arriving late.

"Drink it. I'm fine. Thanks." I say and get inside in my office.

As I enter inside, I didn't see any presence of Aime and Nicoli.

Where are they?

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