Her Father..

“Bry, do you want more juice?” Mayeli asked her two-year-old daughter.

They had spent the night in Nixen's mansion, and now they were having breakfast in his large dining room, overlooking the poolside. Nixen's mansion was breathtaking. It consisted of six large bedrooms, two large, spacious living rooms with high ceilings and lovely chandeliers hanging down, a game room, a rooftop pool, and a large. The walls were painted garden. The walls were painted a lovely shade of cream, giving the house a homey feel.

“No”, she pouted.

She was all dressed for school, and her curly black hair was packed in a ponytail. She looked super cute as always with her pouty face.

“Can I know why baby, are you okay? Did mummy do something wrong?”

She looked at Nixen for support.

“What's wrong, my love?” Nixen asked. He always made an effort to be the perfect father figure Bryelle needed even if she hadn't told him who her biological father was, and Mayeli appreciated that fact.

“Uncle Nixen won't bring Uncle Killian along for my birthday shopping”, Bryelle said.

Uncle what? Mayeli asked, dropping her fork loudly on her plate. 

“Killian”, Bryelle said in a low, unsure voice.

Nixen threw her a quizzical look. 

She was probably overreacting right now, and she needed to keep it cool.

“You don't want her around Killian? Did he do something wrong?” Nixen asked, his hazel eyes burning into hers.

“No…oo…it's perfectly fine”, she managed.

Bryelle looked from her mother to Nixen, confused.

“Does that mean he can come, Mom?” 

Mayeli could see a glow in her daughter's eyes that she had never seen before. Was it because of Killian? Her heartbeat picked up its rhythm. She downed a glass of water before answering Bryelle.

“Fine, Bryelle, but you must always stay close to Uncle Nixen, promise?” As much as she wanted to tell her daughter no, she couldn't bear to see that warm glow in her eyes fade. She couldn't help but admit that Bryelle liked her father.

“I promise”, Brielle's childish voice screamed.

“You don't have to make her promise. Killian won't her would he?” Nixen asked.

Mayeli was not sure if it was just her lawyer instinct, but she caught a glint of sarcasm in Nixen's voice. His words sounded more like he was taunting her.

She chewed on a piece of cheesecake for too long, trying to steady her racing heartbeat. She assured herself that she was just insinuating things because she was scared.

“So you're bringing him along Uncle Nixen?” Bryelle asked.

“I'm not sure if he'd be free, but if he is, sure”.

“Thanks, Uncle Nixen”.

When they finished breakfast, Mayeli asked the driver, Damien, to take Bryelle to the car while she spoke to Nixen”.

“What's wrong?” Nixen asked, adjusting his light brown, Chanel suit”. His eyes looked cold and distant.

“I should be asking you what's”, she replied, trying to sound as calm as possible. Where are they having their first fight?

“I'm good”, he plastered on a fake smile, but she knew Nixen well enough to see through his mask.

“Why the hell did you introduce my daughter to Killian without asking me?” 

“I didn't do it on purpose, he bumped into us at a roadside store, and we hung out. He’s my brother Mayeli, I trust him. He'd never hurt our baby girl”.

Our?

“Why didn't you tell me Jayden was your brother?” She asked.

“I didn't think it would be necessary. Besides I didn't want you to think we got the deal with his company because I'm his cousin”.

“It mattered Nixen!”

She felt guilty that Killian and Nixen were brothers. What the heck?

“And why is that? Because you like him?”

She stared at him with shock. Did Killian tell him that? Where did that come from? 

“What did you just say?” She tried her best to keep a neutral expression on her face.

“He asks about you a lot each time we're together. My older has never spoken about a woman to me, now talks about my woman? And now here you're making a fight about him”.

Killian asked about her. Why? Was Nixen jealous right now?

“I'm sorry, I don't see how his asking about me means I like him. Besides getting angry at the fact that you didn't see it fit to tell me he's your brother is very normal because I'm hurt. And if you don't see my reason for being angry, then it's perfectly okay”, Mayeli said. 

She picked up her black Zara purse and walked angrily out of the room. He called after her, but she ignored him. She was too enraged.

“Mummy, are you okay?” Bryelle asked when she got into the car.

She had tried her best to mask her anger, nd put on a smile, but her baby was just too smart.

“I'm fine my love”, she replied.

Bryelle came to the back of her seat and placed a kiss on her cheek.

“You'd be fine Mom”. She wrapped her little hands around Mayeli  and rested her head on Heather

Mayeli felt warmth fill her. All the anger she had been feeling drained away. When they had pulled away, she stared into the face of her little one for a moment, accepting the reality. She was so much like her father.

“Why aren't you in your seat baby?” She had been so angry that she had forgotten to put her in the child's car seat.

“Maybe I could pass for today?” Her little girl asked.

“Of course not. Where did even learn the word pass?” This child seemed to be growing up too fast

“Uncle Killian said it to me. Mummy please, I don't want to stay in the seat”.

She tried not to think too much about the fact that Bryelle was already picking words from her father.

“I said no, and that's final”. She opened her door and came over to put Bryelle in her seat.

“Ahh, why did I hug you? You won't have known I wasn't in my seat if I didn't”, Bryelle grumbled to herself.

Mayeli stared at her daughter, stunned. She didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh at how precarious her little girl was.

She chuckled as she went back to her seat, starting the car. 

When she got to the office, she was in a brighter mood. 

“Morning May, I was worried you were running late today, you never do on the days you have a hearing”, Kreed smiled, handing her a cup of coffee. They were back to being friends.

Kreed was wearing all-tailored black trousers, a white collar shirt, and lovely, white Nike sneakers. His curly brown hair was left to fall over his face. The dude knew his fashion.

“I had a little talk with my baby girl”.

Kreed laughed, gathering everything she needed for the case.

“I'll remember to caution her about stressing my boss”. Kreed was Bryelle's favourite.

“Noted. How many minutes do we have to leave?”

Today was the hearing for Soter Group, and she wanted nothing more than to kill it. A tiny part of her hoped she would get a glimpse of Killian. 

Lair!

Okay, it wasn't a tiny bit of her, it was probably every bit of her. But it wasn't because she liked him or something. She was representing his company so, she wanted him to see her do a good job.

Nixen peered at his silver Audemars Piguet. “Just one 120”.

“Okay, let's get going”.