Strictly Business

Chapter Three

"Angel"

"Angel"

"Angel"

"Angel"

I clenched my jaw crossing my arms as I sat in the chair fuming, ignoring the prick.

"Angel, you seriously can't be mad. Theres no reason to."

I carried on ignoring the asshole as I continued to stare straight ahead.

I squealed when he suddenly leaned down and pinched my side. He laughed as I smacked his hand away and was about to yell at him till my phone started ringing. I glared at him one last time before answering it.

"Speak," I demanded without looking at the caller ID.

"Is that the way you speak to me after I raised you," scolded the women on the other line.

I chuckled and stood up walking to other side of the room trying to create distance between me and Mikhail so he doesn't listen in on my conversation.

"Olivia how have you been," I said as she chuckled on the other line.

"All fine and dandy, but I'm going to need you to drop by the office today. You have another client."

I looked at Mikhail as he narrowed his eyes on me suspiciously before walking towards me.

"Ok see you then, I gotta go," I said quickly as I hung up on her protests.

"Who was that?"

I scoffed before walking past him, bumping his shoulder with mine as I went.

"Grace," he warned.

I spun on my heel and glared at him as my hands rested on my hips.

"Ok stop for a moment. What am I even doing here? Why did you bring me here Brent? And when did I ever say you could bring your nose in my business. Oh thats right, I never did. So by all means leave me alone and go screw yourself."

"Its Mikhail."

He said as he rolled his eyes at me.

"See what I mean? Your name even pisses me off," I said exasperated.

"And to think I let you touch all this," I said irritatingly as I gestured to myself causing him to chuckle as he shook his head.

He walked towards me staring me down till he decided to speak.

"I will pick you up at 7 tomorrow night," he said as he smirked and walked around my form towards the door.

I frowned confused before I turned towards him.

"Wait what are you talking about?"

He opened the door and paused turning his head around to look at me.

"If I remember correctly, you promised me a date Angel."

I shook my head and crossed my arms.

"I'm not going on a date with you."

"Ok see you tomorrow night."

"Mikhail I'm not going."

"Make sure you wear something nice."

"Mikhail," I snapped.

"That's my name, dont wear it out."

"I swear I will-"

"I will be at yours around 7 for our date."

"It's not a date."

"See you tomorrow."

With that said he left as I stared at the spot he previously vacated in disbelief.

Seriously? Did he really just ignore everything I was saying?

The arrogance on that man will be the death of me.

*-*-*-*-*

"Grace how lovely to see you."

I smiled as I embraced the women who cared for me and my friends when our own flesh and blood deserted us.

"Olivia," I said as I pulled away and returned her smile.

She was dressed in formal attire with her hair pinned in a low bun as she gestured for me to follow her.

Just because we had s*x for jobs didn't mean we were unprofessional. Our clients were only the richest from celebrities to football players and even billionaire CEOS as you already have met the arrogant ass Brent or as some may say Mikhail. We were required to dress professional at all times when in the office so we didn't give off the idea that we were sloppy. Everything had to be in pristine shape for when our clients visited.

"Mrs Merigold, Mr Greyson is seated in your office."

"Thank you Kate. Email Grace his folder so she can prepare for him when he requests her."

Kate nodded before offering me a smile and walking away.

"Mr Greyson?" I said confused.

Olivia laughed not saying anything as we made our way to her office.

As soon as we walked in I stopped in my tracks looking at the man in front of me.

"You must be Angel."

I snapped out of my daze at the sound of his voice.

His chestnut coloured hair was styled as his green eyes held my own. There was a mischievious glint in his eye that caused me to narrow my gaze in suspicion.

"Grace."

Olivia threw me a pointed look when she noticed my narrowed gaze.

I cleared my throat before offering a smile as I held out a hand.

"Mr Greyson," I said in greeting.

"No need for formalities Grace. You can call me Dallas."

"Well nice to meet you Dallas."

He chuckled as he took a seat in the chair he previously vacated while I took the chair across from him. He is definitely different from all my other clients. All of them acted as if they had a permanent stick up their ass. He seemed...casual I guess.

"So how did you find out about this business?" Olivia questioned as she smiled at him.

"I was informed by a very good friend of mine. It seems your've been building quite a good name for yourself Olivia," he said.

She nodded her appreciation of his kind words before pulling out a few documents from her case.

"These are all the details you need to know about Angel. Nothing more and nothing less than what I've already given you. Read them before you start your sessions so your aware of her boundries. I won't tollerate any disrespect on any of the women here no matter how big the pay check is. Follow the rules and there will be no drama."

Olivia held his stare letting him know how serious she was about the girls. 

She always did this. Start off with the pleasantries then go all business like the next.

"I understand," he said as he picked up the documents skimming through them.

"Have you looked through my file?" He asked looking up at me.

"No, but kate has emailed it to me so no need to worry. I will read over your preferences tonight."

He nodded in approval before standing up with my file in his hands.

"I will be going then," he held out a hand for Olivia to shake before turning to me with a smile.

"I will probably text you tomorrow," he said with a smirk as he took my hand in his pecking the back.

"Until next time Angel."

When he left I faced Olivia who had a smirk on her face.

"You thought it was Mikhail right?"

I gaped at her wide eyed.

"You knew his name was Mikhail? Why is his name down as Brent then?"

"He wanted it that way. He didn't want his name to be tied to this place if anyone were to find out. So we put his name down as Brent instead."

"Ok?"

"So what did you think of Dallas?"

I sat down and rubbed my temples.

"He's cute I guess. He reminds me of someone though." I said as I frowned.

"Maybe the other Mr Greyson perhaps," Olivia said giving me a look that said 'I know something that you don't know.'

I laughed and slapped a hand on my knee.

"No definitely not Mikhail. He's nothing like him. Dallas is a gentlemen from what I've gathered on first impressions. And Mikhail...he's something else entirely."

"Well thats odd their not alike......considering the fact that their brothers," Olivia smirked.

My jaw dropped as I gaped at her.

"Your bullshitting me," I said as I stared at her wide eyed.

She shook her head and stood up looking at me.

"Don't get your knickers in a twist hun, it's not like you will meet them outside of work. They won't even know that their f*****g the same girl," she said with a shrug as she took a sip of her coffee.

"That's where your wrong. Mikhails in Kaitlyn and Devin's line. He's the best man."

This time it was her who choked on her drink as she coughed.

"What!?" She wheezed out.

"He's Devin's best man."

"I know I heard you, I'm just shocked."

She stroked a finger against her chin as she looked down at the table in thought.

"No no no that won't do."

"What are you going to do?"

She looked up at me meeting my gaze straight on.

"We have to drop him. We can't mix our private life and our jobs together. And since he's in the line, we both know we will be seeing him a lot."

"Fine good luck with that," I said as I turned on my heel to leave.

"I don't think so young lady. Your the one that's dropping him," she said with a wink before scurrying out of the room.

"Olivia!" I called as I ran after her.

She ran to kates desk and grabbed the phone acting as if it rang.

"Olivia..."

She held a finger up gesturing to the phone mouthing "important" even though we both knew no one was on the other line. Kate laughed as she watched us in amusement.

I rolled my eyes as she continued a conversation with the air on the other line.

"Fine I'll do it," I grumbled as she grinned.

She removed the phone from her ear and walked towards her office.

"You didn't have to, I was going to do it but since you offered, who am I to stand in your way."

Kate chuckled while I shook my head walking towards my office. I closed the door and sat down as I massaged my temples.

Here goes nothing.

His phone rang three times before I heard his voice.

"Angel, Whats wrong?"

"Why would something be wrong?"

"Because you never call me. I always have to call you. So I will ask again, Whats wrong?"

"Nothings wrong I just rang to let you know that you can't be my client anymore and...."

"What the f**k are you talking about? If this is about me being a d**k to Kaitlyn I'm sorry okay. I..."

"Thats not the reason. Olivia said we can't mix our work life with our personal life. And since I'm going to be seeing a lot of you for the wedding preparations I can't keep you as my client. It will be awkward."

"Babe..."

"I'm serious Mikhail you can't be my client. And plus I have a new client anyway."

"What the f**k!? So I'm that f*****g replaceable to you, huh?"

"Don't get sappy on me Mikhail..."

"Who is he," he demanded.

I froze remembering that Dallas was his brother.

"He's no one."

"Grace," he warned.

I shivered at the sound of my real name falling off his lips.

"You know what? I don't have time for this bullshit. When we have dinner tomorrow night we will talk. And trust me when I say that I always get my way Angel. One way or another."

He hung up without another word as I sat there breathing heavily.

Is it so bad that I'm turned on by his low husky voice and domineering nature?

I wonder what tomorrow will bring.