Disobedience

Chapter 13: Executive Power vs. Figurehead

Kimberly Jane

"So...how's my brother's first week, Attorney?" Ambassador Dominic John Pierceton asked as he sat across from me. We're currently here in a high-end hotel restaurant. The chandeliers decorated the wooden ceiling, all the while the natural lights seeped through the glass walls that wrapped around the entirety of the place.

Part of my favor for Robinson is that I am to meet with Elijah's brother after a week of guiding—-I can't even think about that term without having flashbacks about that very illicit moment we had in my office yesterday—--a week after providing guidance to his brother, Dominic and I agreed that we're gonna meet to see the progress on Elijah's....behavior.

Unlike his younger brother, Dominic seemed to be more comfortable in three-piece suits, just like the one he is wearing right now. His black hair neatly combed in place, there is no speck of stubble on his jaw, his tie is straight, the small American flag pin he was wearing on his collar is shiny, everything about him is just prim and proper.

He doesn't affect me like Elijah does, which is strange. If anything, I should be attracted to Dominic because he's within my vicinity. Our ages weren't too far, he's accomplished, an attractive man with blue eyes and a nice smile. He's not as tall as Elijah but enough to make the ladies look in his direction. However, Dominic Pierceton doesn't really give me the appeal at all.

Elijah on the other hand is rugged, tatted, and very sporty. He is arrogant and a trouble you can see from a mile away. He's the one that the girls fight over for. There is this certain aura around him that when he looks at you, you will turn away, not because it creeps you out, but because you just couldn't take the intensity of his gaze.

When you look at him, you know that he is capable of doing unimaginable things to your body that can make you scream.

I cleared my throat and shifted on my chair.

"G-Great. He's improving academically, but we still have yet to see in the upcoming quarters if he's going to be consistent." I replied like  nothing was wrong.

In a span of literally a week, Elijah managed to get inside my head and blackmail me in the process.

And speaking of the devil, I saw him from the corner of my eye approaching our table. Dressed in a gray t-shirt, blue washed jeans, and a pair of sneakers, which was very opposite of my clothing, which consisted of a short pencil skirt, a blouse, a blazer, and of course my red bottom heels.

"Kuya," He did a handshake with Dominic before he sat beside me, comfortably. I gave him a look and widened my eyes at him, warning him to sit somewhere else other than beside me in this four-chair table.

"Attorney," He ignored my warning and leaned instead to give me a casual friendly kiss on the cheek. "I can't wait to bury my face in your pússy later." He whispered raspily, his voice was less than a whisper.

My cheeks heated up. I shifted on my seat again when I felt his big hand holding my right bare thigh. We can't be doing this in front of his brother, and so, I tried to subtly swat it away from my skin, but he just tightened his hold.

"We were just talking about you." Dominic said after he sipped his cup of coffee. My croissant and tea are still untouched in front of me. My appetite seemed to have vanished, my senses aware of Elijah's each movement, especially now that he's holding me under the table. Our chairs were close enough that it just looked like his hands were on his lap from his brother's perspective.

"Well, I love studying now. Matter of fact, I love the tutoring session." Elijah smiled.

I cleared my throat before I kicked his foot under the table with my heel.