Unmasked ≫ J.G

XXV. Embrace

Brielle's POV
A Few Days Later

My heels tapped against the pavement as I strutted into the all too familiar restaurant. I had just got out of a photoshoot and was very annoyed by the amount of text messages I had on my phone.

"Hey gorgeous"

"How've you been?"

"Haven't heard from you in a while..."

"Are you avoiding me?"

Those were only a few of them. For the past week or so, Brandon has been blowing up my phone trying to get in-touch with me. I had been avoiding him because I didn't want a "relationship" or "friendship" with him. Not anymore at least.

I strictly needed him to get in contact with Mikaela, who in which I haven't talked to in a while nor has she bothered me lately. Thankfully.

The dinging of the bells rang as I pulled open the restaurant doors and walked to the nearest desk to speak to someone who worked here.

"Hello, how may I help you?" The perky brunette asked with a welcoming smile on her face and bright white straight teeth.

"Hi, is Brandon Owens here? I really need to talk to him." I pursed my lips to the side, my fingers tapping on the marble desk.

She nodded, "Yes he is, I can go get him right now if you'd like?" she pointed towards the back with her thumb.

I nodded eagerly, "Yes please."

She stepped away momentarily as I stood there, looking around at the beautiful decor. This place was definitely beautiful and had that romantic feel, especially during the night when they dimmed the lights.

"Brielle?" I heard Brandon say, causing me to tear my eyes away from the decor and meet his. His tone was shocked yet happy.

I bit the inside of my bottom lip and took a deep inhale, "We need to talk, now." I said sternly.

He furrowed his eyebrows, "Okay." He dragged out, clearly confused.

Brandon nodded his head towards the front door, asking me to follow behind me. Once we got outside, Brandon looked me up and down with raised eyebrows.

"You look amazing." He exhaled, a smile on his face.

I glanced down at my outfit - black pencil skirt, cropped white tank top and a black blazer over it. I also had on a pair of white thick heels and my hair was kind of curly, more of a wave. I had just got out of a meeting as well as a photoshoot.

I scrunched up my face, "I know." I said in mild annoyance.

Brandon looked up at me, "What's wrong?" He asked.

"Stop calling and texting me. We aren't friends, Brandon. You can't keep sending me crazy ass messages like we were in a relationship."

"But, I thought.." He trailed off.

"You thought wrong. Maybe we could've been friends but you ruined that. Just," I sighed, "leave me alone, please." I nearly pleaded.

Brandon pulled his lips into his mouth, "O-Okay. I'm sorry, I just really liked you and I- never mind. I'll leave you alone." He clenched his jaw.

I nodded, "Thank you." I took a sigh of relief

Brandon didn't say anything except nod. His face has fell as soon as I told him to leave me alone and I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He really was a sweet guy but the random and constant text were a bit too much for my liking.