Which brother should I choose

Next day went by leaps and bounds. Before I knew it, we completed the first round of negotiations. It was the most boring day I have ever experienced in my life. Mr. Alonzo, me and the company lawyers, I had no idea when or how they ended up here, were sitting at one side of the conference table and Sanders group CEO, Daryl Sanders and his crew of lawyers and assistants were sitting at the other side.

Daryl Sanders was a young man, as Mr. Alonzo. He was around thirties, long and builded. He was blonde with silvery gold hair and pale blue eyes. Was it customary to be handsome if you will be a CEO? But he was cold, and had a snobbish air. It was hard to believe that but he was looking even meaner than Mr. Alonzo. His eyes were almost boring holes on my skin. I avoided his gaze throughout the meeting. But whenever I lifted my eyes from papers I saw his menacing gaze still on

me.

They discussed heatedly all day long for every item included in the draft contract. I pulled my collar again with my two fingers, God! Save me please. It was too hot to sit still all day and take notes for every agreement left on their lips. Finally, when they called it a day, it was past 6 pm already. They agreed to take a two-day break at least to give enough time to the lawyers for doing their own research on the discussed matters. I was happy to have a two day break also, there will be another session afterwards. And I bet it would be boring as well.

I gathered our documents from the table and walked after Mr. Alonzo while leaving the room. In front of the entrance of conference room, Mr. Sanders stopped and turned to Mr. Alonzo. He extend his hand to Mr. Alonzo to shake hands. Mr. Alonzo took his hand. While they were shaking, Mr. Sanders leaned towards to Mr. Alonzo's ear and said something. Mr. Alonzo pulled his hand from his grip like it could contaminate his hand somehow and looked in his eyes, sending daggers.

"I am here to sign a contract, Daryl, not to entertain you. Stay away from my team or the deal is off."

"Oh come on Antonio! I was just joking." he said. They continued to walking but Mr. Alonzo didn't look like having fun.

Finally we made to the private elevator, the bodyguards left us in front of the elevator, and just me and Mr. Anton went in it. I pressed on 10 to get our suit. The elevator started moving slowly, we were facing the closed steel doors without looking at each other. I hooked my fingers into my collar again and pulled it in annoyance. Damn collar. I felt Mr. Anton's side eyes watching me, I instantly stopped pulling my collar and lowered my hand.

Suddenly, he turned to me, hooked his fingers to my collar and pulled me against him by force. I caught off guard, and I only could stop my movement by bumping into his chest and only could maintain my balance with his tug on my collar. I was aghast. I looked at his eyes in surprise. What was he doing? His eyes were darker, and heavy. He started unbuttoning my shirt. His long fingers were slightly caressing my neck, while expertly unbuttoning. He opened one, two and three buttons, then his fingers hesitated at the crack of my cleavage, barely, almost unrecognizably caressed my cleavage and took off his hands.

"Here!" he said with a rough voice. "Stop pulling your collar"

"Ttt..Thank you" I guessed. I wasn't sure though if it was an angry gesture or a caring one? Apparently he was annoyed by my constant play with my collar, but if he didn't do it, I had to keep it like that.

"You can open your top buttons when we are alone," he added. A relief wave washed over me as I thought about the liberty of it.

"Thank you." I meant it this time.

We came to our floor finally and stepped in the suit. Mr. Alonzo was going to his room when I called him after.

"Mr. Alonzo!" He stopped and turned to me.

"May I take my rest now if we are done for today?" He stopped for a moment. Like hesitated. What now? So, if we came on a business trip, did I owe my whole day to him? I wasn't even getting over time, god damn it!

"You may." finally he said half heartedly. I wasn't needing his whole heart though. He turned back again and went to his room while I went to mine. I changed into bathing suits in no time. I wrapped a shawl around my waist and went to the door. I was expecting this from the moment I stepped in this hotel. There was at least a good hour before the sun sets, and I could enjoy some sun bath near the pool.

I took off from my room as fast as possible only to find...

"Mr. Alonzo?"

He was standing there wearing nothing but swimming shorts. His muscular huge torso was overflowing from his body, his large biceps bulging and his always neatly swept hair were falling on his dark brows. What was happening? "Yes Ms. Wonderful?"

"Were you going somewhere?"

"I am going with you." he said.

"What? But why?" I was puzzled like hell. I was hoping for a calm and quiet pool time. Not to stick around my boss.

"I brought you here. I am responsible for you while you are staying for business purposes. So, it's my duty to take care of your safety."

"Sir, you have four bodyguards. If you are so concerned about my safety, you could send one of them with me"

I saw contemplation in his eyes, then talked again.

"Their responsibility is to take care of me. Not someone else. If I ask them to guard you, it will be against their contract."

I stopped dead. I didn't want to go to the pool with him. He would put on a downer to all my fun if he came with me.

"Are you wearing this?" he said pointing to my bathing suit as pulling me from my thoughts.

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"What is off with this?" I asked.

"It's a bit revealing don't you think?"

I looked down on my body. I was wearing a bathing suit, a modest, swimmer type bathing suit, not even a bikini. And there was a shawl wrapped around my waist hiding my hips and thighs.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

"No," I said plainly. Who did he think he was, could ask me such a question?

He didn't say anything else, turned to the elevator and pushed the button. He went in the elevator and hold the door with one hand,

"Aren't you coming?" he said with an admirable audacity!

I went into the elevator fuming with anger. I folded my arms on my chest and turned my face from him.

We went to the pool floor, and finally I saw a long crystal clear pool, with dozens of people around and in it. I immediately forgot my mood downer and smiled in satisfaction. I went to a vacant sunbed, spread a towel on it and laid down. I removed my shawl and changed my glasses with sunglasses I brought with me.

He and his four bodyguards followed me there. He placed himself on the sun bed next to mine and gestured to the bodyguards to stay away. They went to a respectable distance and stood there. I tried to avoid all of them. I closed my eyes, and pretended I was sleeping.

After five minutes or so, a waitress came with some cocktails and drinks. All the waitresses were roller-skating around the pool, and all of them were gorgeous girls with stunning bodies. Our waitress was a blonde. She flipped her long golden hair and stopped in front of us expertly. Even though I admired her skills on skates, I wasn't interested in drinking, so I was planning to decline the offer. Mr. Anton took a beer from her tray. She looked Mr. Alonzo intently, after a good minute or two, half-heartedly acknowledged my presence at there too, and asked;

"Would you like anything ma'am?" before I could say anything, Mr. Alonzo interrupted,

"No she is not drinking."

What the hell? I wasn't a big fan of alcoholic beverages maybe, but was old enough to decide for myself. She nodded, and turned to leave but I grabbed her wrist before she could move. "No, I can take a cocktail." I said.

"Okay, what can I give you?" she asked. I looked at the tray in her hands full with every kind of cocktails. I picked the most colorful one.

"This," I said. She gave me the cocktail I pointed at and left. I gave him a stink eye while I was taking my drink, and I kept my glare while sipping it for the first time. He somehow looked amused.

I put my drink to the side table and I was preparing myself to lay down again when he talked;

"So, are you going to ignore me for the rest of the day?"

"I am not ignoring you Mr. Alonzo, I am just having my rest."

"You can call me by my name, we are not working now," he said.

I wanted to put my pinky in my ear and give it a good rub. I must have heard him wrong. Did he say that I could call him by his name?

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, why not?"

Because you are a stuck up swell and you like to keep your authority no matter what. That was what I wanted to say, but instead I said;

"Because I assumed you like to keep your distance from your employees."

"Well, that's true. But you are my personal assistant and I assume we will spend a lot of time due to the nature of our job relation. So, in these kinds of casual moments, I think it won't hurt to turn to the first name basis." he said. His dark eyes were boring me expectantly. Like it really matters to him.

"Okay,” I said. "So, should I call you Anton from now on?" and suddenly a smart-ass thing came to my mind. "Or I can call you Antonio?" I said.

This was the name Mr. Sanders used it at the meeting for him, teasingly. Therefore I assumed it could make him mad. But to my surprise, he smiled genuinely. Like, it was a real smile. I could swear, I even saw one of his dimples. "I would like that, Alice." he said.