Brad was listening to Hander while Angelina was observing him quite deeply. Her eyes went all over him, observing his face and then his body which could be seen through his tight black shirt he had on. It was almost see through and his torso was exposed.
It didn't make her regret anything. He was handsome, but there was still something she never liked about him. Was it his choices? Angelina openly hated everything he did. And she did nothing to hide her excitement when she realised she can hurt him whenever she wants now that he's near her.
Hander had been smiling the whole night, telling stories, making references no one could understand and for the first time Angelina felt sorry for Brad who had been trying to listen to him. The worst part is that Hander was actually telling them what they should do through those incredibly stupid stories.
"I think I got this, Hander," Angelina said just to make him stop talking.
"Maybe Brad didn't understand the task," Hander tried to give the reason for his long talk.
"I am sure he understood the first time you said it as much as he did the sixtieth time. He not that stupid."
Brad looked at her. Hander rolled his eyes and left them alone for a moment so he can go get the drinks himself, since none of the waiters were there at the moment. Brad moved his chair closer to Angelina's and pulled her thin arm.
"Do not make me look like an idiot, Angelina. I have no idea who told you you were the queen, but he didn't know I was the king."
He let her hand. The baby cried from another room.
"What is that?"
"That's my son," Angelina said quietly. Brad had really scared her. You could see that on her face.
"I didn't know you were capable of taking care of a child. Doesn't FBI know everything about your past?" Brad said ironically.
"That's not even the same. Shut up!" she said and went to see her son.
When she returned a few minutes later, Brad wasn't there. He had left the club and left Angelina scared. FBI can't know more than they do about her childhood. However, she did not know how Brad knew so much about her past so she decided to find that out by inviting him for a lunch. Actually, Hander invited him because Angelina didn't have his phone number and Hander wouldn't give it to her. He was definitely so amazed by him. 'But who wouldn't,' Angelina thought to herself.
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The next day, Angelina was still in her bed when the phone rang. She was playing with her son.
"You're so lucky you know nothing about life, son," she told her little boy before answering her cellphone. "AJ."
"What? Is that really how you answer your phone?" the voice said. "It's Brad. Come down, I'm waiting for you."
She was surprised. "Why? How did you get my number?"
"I am a celebrity, I get whatever I want."
"Wow, that's really egocentric to say. And why are you here?" By the time she said that she approached the window and looked down to see his black car.
"Hander told me you wanted to lunch with me."
"It's nine in the morning. Who lunches at this time?"
"I can't leave my son alone. My brother is not here yet. I thought people lunch around 2PM."
"Honestly, you and I are not like the others, you know that."
It did make her feel kind of special. Maybe someone else would've felt offended, but she liked it. Why would she be like everyone else in this world or even me considered that way? She is pretty - above average pretty, she is nicely shaped and, mind all that, she is strong. Not physically - although that too - but mentaly. Not everyone can say that about themselves.
"Bring your kid if you can't leave him. I don't mind. Just hurry up. There's paparazzi everywhere," Brad added and hung up leaving her no choice but to come down.
She wanted to dress in something black, of course, but she didn't. She put on beige jeans and white shirt, her second choice of colors after black. Of course, she put on her sunglasses and went two floors down to meet Brad in his car.
"You can sit in the back with him," Brad pointed out when she came down. Then he told the paparazzi to leave them alone. "Please move away from the car."
"Who is that brunette, Brad?" "Is she your girlfriend?" "Say hi to your wife, man." You could hear paparazzi shout outside their car.
"Really, I thought you were blonde now?" Brad said and turned around to face her.
She realised she had forgotten to put on a wig. "Oh, crap. Well, that's my wig, I'm brown."
They were driving in silence for a few moments, then Brad asked about Angelina's crying baby. "What's his name?"
"Believe me, I don't know. I haven't even thought about it. I must come up with a name really soon."
"What do you mean he doesn't have a name? He looks like...a year old."
"I adopted him a week ago. He's not my biological son."
"That's nice," Brad said and smiled and Angelina saw that.
"You really think so? Thanks."
He looked at the little boy. "Yeah. Jade and I want to adopt."
Angelina rolled her eyes and continued looking through the window. She did not say a word before they arrived at the coffee house. Paparazzi were there, of course, and they went through the same ones who were in front of Angelina's house fifteen minutes ago. They sat and ordered two pastries and coffees.
"They don't serve lunch before noon," Brad said.
Angelina was looking at him. "Why are you nicer to me today?"
"For no reason. I still don't like the idea of working with you. I don't want another hole in my body."
"I didn't shoot you, Brad."
"So how's Mr. Voight?" Brad smiled mockingly.
"This is when you begin to act like an asshole, right?"
"What? I just asked how's my ex almost-father-in-law." He saw Angelina's anger so he continued to annoy her.
"You... bastard. You know I don't talk to him."
"It's been years. I didn't think..." Brad actually started to apologize.
Angelina got off her seat. "How's Serena, Brad?" She made him change his facial expression.
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