Little Lies

2. One Little Lie

His dark eyes examine me with distaste and annoyance as he unbuttons his cuffs.

I guess this is Hollands billionaire brother?

"I'm Hollands... friend..." I drawl, looking like what I can guess is a total fucking idiot. I can feel my face redden,but only for the embarrassment that I've been caught red handed by my one night stands brother who looks like he could throw me off a building and get away with it.

Where the hell did Holland even go? He should be here now, getting me out of this situation.

"His friend?" The mans voice is like taking a sip of whisky and letting it burn your throat and warm your insides. It like molten gold. Smooth just like his brothers, but much deeper and matured. "He hasn't mentioned you before..." He raising a questioning eyebrow, waiting for me to explain myself, however I do not plan on doing that at all.

I do not need to explain the affairs of my life to some random man. Let alone my one night stands brother who - while insanely rich and possibly powerful... and really fucking hot - is still Hollands brother nonetheless. I doubt Holland wants his brother knowing what he does at night.

So instead of bending to this mans will, I just shrug.

He doesn't seem to like that at all.

"Well, I'm not sure if my brother mentioned me or not," there was a smile etching onto the corner of his lips, as if the notion was ridiculous, "but this is my place, so I am asking you to leave."

Um, excuse me? Is he trying to intimidate me when his brother isn't even here? Does he think I'm going to up and leave, just because he said so? Does holland let this arrogant man boss him around like this?

"No," I mumble, turning away from him and pulling out my phone, slouching into the couch. I think I hear him scoff behind me, but I'm too busy opening my messages to text Rory about this cock blocker to notice. Just as I'm about to type into the keyboard, my phone is snatched from my hands.

My mouth instantly drops at the audacity of this man.

"No?"

I stand up from the couch and turn to face this mother fucker, only to realise my intended intimidation is hopeless. Now that he's up close and personal, I can see that this man is well over six feet - much taller than his brother - and even wearing heels, I barely meet eye level with his chin. No matter, this does not stop me from staring into the deep, dark eyes that burn holes into me. Aw, is this man getting angry at the college sophomore for not obeying his every whim?

"You can't do that," I snap.

He laughs. "I can do whatever the hell I want, in my house."

I scrunch my face in annoyance. "I think you can deal with letting Holland have a friend over for one night."

"I think that this is my house, and you are a guest, who I am asking to respectfully leave," respectfully my ass, "I will not have you telling me what I can and cannot deal with."

"Oh, go cry about it." I mockingly pout up at him.

The mans godly face turns a deep shade of red, but I don't think it's because of embarrassment. I think its because he's very, very angry. His thick eyebrows furrow and those beautiful lips, turn down from the amused smirk he was wearing just seconds ago. He looks like he's about to hulk out on me. I guess I pressed his wrong button.

And me being the idiot that I am, decide to push on the big red button once more. "What are you going to do about it? Spank me?" Okay, okay, maybe that was a bit unnecessary, but I am heated, and I will not have some entitled prick snatch my phone off of me, and order me to leave when I am not even his guest.

He takes a prowling step towards me, and I take one back, only to hit my heels against the couch. "Maybe I will."

Oh fuck.

I involuntarily shiver and shrink into myself. Did he seriously just say that to me? Am I hallucinating?

He's so close that I can feel the warmth of his body radiating off of him. He smells just like his voice, like whisky and threats.

I open my mouth, but can't find the words to retort. I must look like some fish out of water.

His amused smile instantly returns to his lips. "But unfortunately for you, I don't do snobby little college girls. They always seem to have attachment issues."

Okay, this man is going to get it. "Just so you know, I would be the best fuck of your life. And I doubt you even get many women with your arrogant, 'I'm better than you' attitude. And it's bold of you to assume I would even want to have sex with you in the first place-"

In one foul swoop, I'm interrupted by his lips attaching to mine. They are so very soft, and mould against mine perfectly. Instantly I forget what I was even saying, and find myself involuntarily leaning into the kiss. My mouth opens for him, and he slides his tongue inside, running it along mine. He tastes like winter and alcohol, like a raging fire. And then just as quickly as it started,it ends. And he pulls away from my with satisfaction painted onto every crevice of his face.

A bemused expression falls over my face, and I know for a fact that I look shell shocked.

"Now, I'm going to ask you nicely one more time." He says slowly, "Unless you are my brothers girlfriend, leave my house, before I call security."

He did that on purpose! He knew it would shut me up and embarrass me!

After I'm done with him, he's gong to be the one speechless and embarrassed. Because unlucky for him, I am Phoebe Wallis, and I do not put up with any mans shit.

So I say a little lie. "I am his girlfriend."

Now it's his turn to look like a fish out of water. With his eyes wide, he is as still as a statue.

Ha! Who's embarrassed now?

"Sorry the call took so long, one of my friends is working last minute on a paper and needed my-"

Holland walks into the room, but stops as he sees the two of us.

"Leon , I see you've met Phoebe..." He says cautiously, but his brother is still too shocked to say anything. I take this as my opportunity to escape my position in front of the man, who I now know his name is Leon . I snatch my phone out of his hand and grab my purse, almost running over to Holland. "Is everything alright?"

"I'm really sorry Holland, but I've got a friend emergency." I say.

He looks slightly deflated and lowers his voice. "Did my brother say something? I can speak to him if you want?"

"No, no," I breath, "everything is fine.My friend just got a bit too crazy at the club."

My lie seems to put him a bit more ease, and he gives me his teddy bear smile. "Okay, but give me your phone." I bite my lip in hesitance, but unlock and give it to him anyway. He adds his number and sends himself a text. "I'll message you." I nod my head, still too dazed from my encounter with his brother to think anymore of it.

"I'll see you." I say before getting into the elevator.

Just before the doors close, my eyes meet with his brothers.

Something tells me it wont be the last time I see him.

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Welp
Leon is definitely quite the character, but so is Phoebe, so I guess we'll have to see how that plays out lmao.
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