Chapter Three

Brandon.

I flipped through the pages of the newspapers, trying my best to distract myself from the crying of this woman's baby by my side. This was fucking first class for god's sake. I was supposed to be comfortable. Not trying to tolerate a whiny kid. As if the child could hear my inner musings, his wailing went up a higher notch and I was finally past my limits.

  "Ma'am, could your child please tone it down?" I asked politely. The woman gave me an incredulous look like she couldn't believe I was even talking to her.

  "Well, Mr. I would if I could. You can clearly see that the child's wailing is not in my hands," she replied stiffly. I ran a hand through my hair.

  “But it's bothering my flight. Isn't there something you could do? Like maybe, feed him or something?" I asked kindly once again. This time the woman's look was of pure contempt, she turned to face me while saying,

  "You clearly have no children for you to say something like this Sir. Your wife must be very unfortunate.” The passengers around me who could hear our conversation snickered at her comment. I shifted in my seat.

  “The least you could do is control "your kid" ma'am," I said, making emphasis on the fact that it was her kid we were talking about and not the prospect of mine.

  "Oh come on Mr. Don't be insensitive. You know there's nothing she can do."

How was I supposed to know that? I was the one being disturbed during my very expensive flight yet I was the insensitive one. I couldn't stop myself from saying " I paid for this flight. My sensitivity should be my problem. I'm trying to read here and this baby keeps bothering me.” I must have spoken louder than I intended to because almost everyone on the plane looked at me with disgusted eyes.

  "Vittu sinua" the mother of the baby cursed at me. Thankfully I am not Finnish and can't understand what she's saying. Probably calling me an asshole or a jerk, I couldn't care less. Nobody else said anything to me and just turned away like I was the most annoying person on earth. And at least the baby had finally stopped crying. I glance at the screen of my phone and see an incoming video call. I try to ignore it at first, I don't want to speak with anyone right now but the caller seems persistent andmy phone doesn't stop ringing. The passengers on the plain were already giving me angry looks for the noise of my phone. Like the reverse wasn't the case just minutes ago. I sigh and pick it up. The caller ID says it's Everett.

  "Hello."

  “Hey Brand. What's up? How's the beautiful city of Finville treating you?" He said in obvious mockery. If anything on the plane is anything to judge by, then Finland was already hell, but I didn't need to tell Everett any of that.

  "I’m sure you can see Ev, that I'm still on the plane," I said in a bored tone.

  "Oh, my ever-peachy friend. I'm really beginning to miss you already." he leered. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at his childish tactics of sarcasm.

  "Of course you are. Now can you let me enjoy my flight in peace?" He feigned hurt at my statement.

  "Don't you at least want to spend a little time with your best friend?"

  "No Ev, I don't.” he took a bit taken aback by my response but regained his sly composure quickly

  “But you said I could Video call?"

Ugggh!

  "Yes I did"

  "So why are you being so grumpy then? I'm only doing whatyou said." His smirk plastered on his face perfectly. I wanted to smack him across the head for bothering me.

  "Ev, can I please enjoy my flight now?" I asked again.

  "What better way to enjoy a flight than with your one and only best friend Brandy. You've travelled halfway through the world, yet you're still sitting on that rigid ass of yours." I clenched and unclenched my jaw in annoyance.

  "Anything else you want to add?" I gritted out.

  "Jeez, I'm kidding Brand. What crawled up your ass?" He asked, a light smile dancing around the corners of his lips. "You know what? Don't tell me. You're always grouchy anyway." I rubbed my hands roughly down my face with an exasperated sigh.

  "Everett I'll video call you immediately when I get home ok?" I was about to push the hang-up button before he yelled

  "Wait!" Some of the passengers shot me another dirty look at the noise Everett was making.  "Keep your voice down Everett." I gritted out. He gave me an "oops" look which only made me roll my eyes.

  "What do you want?" I asked instead.

  “You're already calling Finville home? I can't believe y..." I hung up. Can't believe that was the reason he stopped me.

  "Can I get you something, Sir?" A young woman approached me and asked. Probably the air hostess. I gave her a small smile which made her cheeks heat a weird shade of red. I wasn't unaware of my charms for the opposite gender, but she was really blushing for the wrong man this time.  I settled comfortably into my chair as I asked her.

  "Can I get some whisky?" She shook her head softly before answering me

  "Of course sir, anything else?” Her voice was soft.

  “No, nothing else, thank you." She wrote that down in her little book and walked away. The whisky came a little later and I settled comfortably on my seat sipping my drink while poring through the files I brought with me on this trip. A business in Finland was definitely a very smart idea.

The plane landed sooner than I expected and I carried my suitcase down. I had refused to let Everett pay anyone to come pick me up. The guy monitored me way too much for his own good. But I was quickly beginning to regret that decision of mine while struggling with the location of my apartment. Everywhere in Finland looked exactly the same. How did they even live here? Right now, where I was looked more like a supermarket of some sort, there were a lot of people selling goods and others doing grocery shopping. At least I knew where to go for my grocery shopping.

Yeah like I would cook.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice the movement of a blonde girl carrying a lot of soup cans. The collision was unavoidable, maybe avoidable if she'd been looking where she was going. But the cans fell to the ground, one burst open and stained my very expensive Tom Ford shoes. She gasped in surprise as she stepped away from me. The old woman who'd been attending to her gasped in surprise.

  "Oh my God. I’m so sorry Mr. Please forgive me for this." the girl said sweetly. I observed her features closely. She was gorgeous, blonde hair tied in a loose bun sat beautifully on her petite face, meaning she could either be a model or an actress. Her eyes were a rare shade of light blue, that seemed darker when she apologized. Her lips, were plump and pink. A raging urge surged fiercely in my groins causing me to take an involuntary step back. Her body was perfect, curves set in all the right places. She was clad in a dark blue tank top and some shorts. I forced my gaze away from her agonizingly beautiful body to focus on the words leaving her lips. Her eyes glanced down once again. I finally noticed my ruined Tom Ford.

  "What the fuck?" The string of curse words left my lips before I could even stop myself.

  "Excuse me?" Her eyebrow shot up in confusion. I gave her a cold glare.

  "You could have said that before colliding into me and ruining my shoes Miss." Her mouth hung open in utter bewildermentand I thought of what it would feel like to have those gorgeous pouty lips wrapped around my aching cock, a thought I knew I shouldn’t be having with this beautiful stranger. She was probably the kind of girl who was used to having guys fall at their feet wherever they turned to.

  “I said I'm sorry ok!" Her voice rose up a notch. A telltale sign that she was trying her best to keep the rein of her anger in. Well, I didn't care.

  "Sorry is not going to cut it ma'am." her eyes went round and wide in shock, but before I could blink the look was replaced by one of pure fury

  "Well, it takes two to cause an accident. Why weren't you looking?" She asked in return. I was so surprised by the fury in her tone that I stayed silent for a second. Her temper was damn hot too!

  "I was trying to find my home. You should have been watching where you're going. Especially with all those cat food, you're walking with.” Her face morphed even tighter than before and I couldn't help but notice the glare the shopkeeper was shooting my way.

  “It's called soup, gringo." the woman spat out at me. Pure disdain edged in her voice. Before I could make a retort she turned to the blonde girl and spoke loud enough for me to hear. "It's getting late Hun. You should start heading home. Ignore the gringo. You know how these damn Americans behave." The girl turned with a huff, shooting me one final nasty look before heading away.

Maybe Everett was right. This city was not the right one. All I wanted was to get to my apartment and hit the sack but everyone seems to enjoy striking my nerves around here. My tiktracer finally found my home and I was more than tired and ready to hit the sack. I sent a text to Everett reminding him to arrange for the delivery of my car. The door was open surprisingly and I just strolled in, half expecting the place to be a jumbled mess. It wasn't. It was tidy and organized, thankfully, means less work for me. I took off my suit, unbuttoning the top of my shirt when I heard a shrill scream. I look up to meet eyes with the same girl from the grocery store. Is she following me?

Worse of all, she was half naked and in my living room. I couldn't stop my eyes from running lazily through her figure. She is fucking perfect. Her shorts were still on, and hung loosely on her slim waist and toned stomach. Her bra, a beautiful C cup held her taut breast perfectly in shape. This time her hair was let loose and down. Over all she had a steamy look going on, one which my hard member was definitely enjoying. My shaft strained under the pressure of my zippers that it was almost a miracle it still held on at the gorgeous sight of this woman. 

  "Looked your fill yet?" Her voice broke my daze. She looked offended when she was the one in my house.

  "Found anything you fancy?” I asked blandly. She looked taken aback but quickly composed herself and plastered a fake smile on her face.

  "Nothing of interest.” She scoffed. “Now can you please get the hell out of my apartment?!" She all but yelled at me. Her apartment?

  "Oh no, princess. You got it all wrong. This is my apartment."

  "Um... I'm pretty sure it's mine, considering I've been living in it for months now. "

  "Well, I bought it a few weeks ago and I'm not leaving.” She shot me a hard glare, her hands folded into a tight fists. Why did her feisty nature make me feel so good inside?

  She strode past me, taking angry steps toward her cell phone.

  “You could at least put a shirt on," I muttered. Her in that bra and shorts were definitely distracting my plans of sending her out.

  "Why would I? It's my house. My house, My rules. I dress however I fucking want.” Her stony glare met mine again. I laughed in her face.

  "I knew it! I just knew you were one of those girls. You're trying to seduce me right? How much do you want to leave? I'm really not in the mood for this tonight. I just want to get to bed and rest. Is it too much to ask?" She turned around so fast, I was afraid she would hurt her delicate neck. "Excuse me?"