Pleasure Over Business

Chapter 17

He lookes familiar, but I think he's my ex-boyfriend from high school. He has soft brown eyes, tall, my completion(light skin), and he has waves in his hair. He's wearing a black T-shirt, regular jeans, and black sneakers. He smiled at me, and it reminded me of mine.

"Aaliyah, I finally get to meet you." He says softly, making his way to me, lifting me in his arm, and giving me a really powerful hug.

I guess he isn't my ex-boyfriend from high school. Then who is he?

I try to return the hug, but I'm confused. I pat him on the back, and he puts me back down from the hug, and smiles down at me.

Oh my gosh! He's so tall.

"I'm surprise you didn't recognize my voice. We talked before..." He says, and I give him a bewildered look. "...You were at work...I called you around the same time as yesterday...last week." Christina sticks her head out from behind him.

"Sorry, I forgot to give you the message." Her facial expression doesn't seem as guilty as it should be. I make a mental note to myself to look out for her. Ever since I've been back, she's been acting extremely weird. I give her a smirk, and she shuts the door silently behind her.

"Have a seat." I nod to the chair, he smiles, and sits down. He kinda looks like me, almost exactly like me.

"Thank you." He says. Isit down in my desk in front of him, and twist my fingers together.

What should I say to him?

He clears his throat.

"Well I guess I should tell you that I'm not really looking for a house..." He stops, and looks around. "This is a really nice office."

"Thank you, umm-"

"Anthony. My names Anthony."

"Thank you, Anthony" I smile at him.

"Your welcome. I'm glad I finally get to meet you Aaliyah. I feel like another piece of me is complete. Sister." I widen my eyes.

"How did you know I'm your sister?"

"Well when I saw you on tv and magzines, showing me that you were dating Christian Grey, and voted the sexiest woman in Cali. I realized, and so did others, that we look exactly alike. I didn't want to believe it because we didn't have the same parents, and that's when my parents told me that I was adopted." His voice fades as he says that last sentence. I lower my head feeling horrible. "Don't worry about me. So when I found that out I decide to call your office, and someone picks up I guess acting like you, and tells me to call back when in a week. So when I do I actually get you." He says the whole thing with a smile, which also makes me smile. "I see that we also have the same smile." He says, which makes my smile grow.

"Do you know why you were adopted?"

"Yes, actually I do. I went to the hospital, and asked for the files. It said that, our parents, at the time we were born, were very low on money, and that child servies checked up on us almost all the time. So I guess one day they came to take us away, but our parents pleaded to keep us. They refused to let us go. After 3 hours of pleading child services to decided to take one of us..." Once again his voice fades out at the last sentence, and he looks down, and I could tell he's in pain. But he looks at me with a spark in his eye.

"Why didn't you come find me before." I ask. I don't want to keep asking him these question because I know it hurts, but I need to know more about him and this situation.

"I didn't want to believe it, Aaliyah. My parents treated me as if I were really their kid. They didn't even give me any signs that I wasn't their own. When my friends started telling me I looked exactly like you, I didn't want to believe they weren't my parents. I was also afraid you weren't going to here me out."