My heart is stripped just for you(H2OVanoss)

Part 18 - Under the spell

I wrote this as quickly as possible! Thank you again for your ideas, I'm definitely gonna use them ❤. Enjoy ^.^
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(Vanoss POV)
"Yes, he's available this Friday," I repeated once again, getting little bit annoyed.

"Great, I want to book him," he said for the third time.

"Of course, mister Thompson. It's already settled. We're looking forward to it," I looked at Sydney, who was sitting on sofa with her phone in the hands.

"Perfect. See you soon."

With those words he canceled the call. I sighed, putting down the phone on the table.

"I just don't understand. What does Jonathan has? I mean, Thompson always wanted only Tyler, and now he was so desperate to be with Jonathan. Explain it to me, I'm confused!" I whined, frustration filled my body.

"He's hot, you must admit that. Besides, he's mysterious. Like what do we even know about that guy? Nothing," Sydney said with her eyes still glued to the display of her phone.

"You have never told me how did you make him change his mind. Care to tell me now?" She asked, and I felt embarrassed as I recalled my words.

I'll fulfill one wish. What was I thinking? I mean, was I really that desperate to have him here? Sure, Thompson was on my ass, Sydney didn't want stop yelling at me for it, but why did it sound like I needed him.

"Not today. I hope you're happy at least," I mumbled, hearing a knocking sound.

"Come in," I invited, whoever was on the other side.

Jonathan came in with a wide smile, scanning me, then Sydney without changing his expressions.

"You wanted to talk with me?" He started, standing near the door as a easy way to escape.

"Yeah, sit down. Sydney, private please," I nudged my girlfriend to leave us alone.

She smiled at Jonathan, kissing me quickly on the cheek. I somehow felt embarrassed before the other man, like this wasn't something I wished for him to see. I watched Sydney leave, my eyes glued to her back. After she closed the door behind her, I looked in front of me.

"Cancel everything you have on Friday," I started.

"Why?" He replied confused.

"Do you remember mister Thompson?" I asked him professionally.

"Yes."

"He's throwing some party this Friday. He invited a few people from my company and he insisted having you there."

"Oh. Is Jack gonna be there?" He asked hopefully.

"Jack, Mark, Felix, Tyler, Amber and Hillary," I responded.

"Are you gonna be there?" He asked innocently.

"No. So in order to go there, you need to learn a few things. You must represent us. You're not going there alone, but in the name of my company."

"Saying in your words you don't trust me enough to let me go there," he mumbled annoyed.

"It's not about that! But look at your clothes for example."

"These are my best friend's clothes. What's your problem this time?" He replied, angrily crossing his arms.

"How long were they in the closet? Ten years? You don't have your own clothes?" I attacked again.