The Arrangement: It Led Me To Love

Chapter 7 - Ellison's POV

Finally, I am walking into my penthouse, and unfortunately, I feel more riled up then when I last left this damn place. I cannot believe that Laurene is treating me as if I am nothing! I am Ellison Kefalas! Men want to be me and women want to be with me! How dare she be so rude and act as if she is in charge! I have a very strong dislike towards her right now – so why can I not get her out of my mind? It is so galling.

I cannot deny that she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, but she has attitude problems. I am a man; I should be in charge and have authority over her. She is like a rebellious spark of fire, that if you do not treat right then you will be burned. Badly. It is just so annoying that she has put me in such a bad mood. I feel worse then when my dad originally announced that he has chosen my future for me. I think I am going to call Brianna – she will help me take my mind off Laurene.

"Hello? Ellison? I knew you would come back to me!" Brianna's screechy voice springs down the phone. I cannot help but compare her voice to Laurene's, which instantly makes me imagine angels singing to me form heaven.

"Hi Brianna. Do you want to meet at the club tonight?"

"Of course I do! I have been waiting for two months for you to call me back already. Where have you been?" She whines down the phone.

"Erm busy. So I will meet you at seven outside Disruption ok?"

"Of course baby I am so excited an"- I quickly turn my phone off. This was a bad idea. Brianna is so clingy and obnoxious. The only reason I keep her around is that she is a good lay. Anything outside of that is enough to make me want to puke then be in her company.

For the first time in my life... I am desperate. Damn Laurene and her astounding genetics!

A dreaded two hours later, I have arrived at the club, and I instantly catch sight of Brianna on the curb looking cheap and like she is trying too hard. Every smile that lights up her features is the wrong sort. It is as if she runs on cold malice instead of any form of genuine affection. Perhaps she was a baby that was left to cry, or a personality disorder the doctors could not fix. Either way she has as much empathy and emotion as a medieval mace. She is wearing a strapless cocktail dress made of a silky black fabric. It shimmers the same colour as her black talons if the light hits them a certain way. Her bleached hair falls in messy curls on her orange shoulders and her hard, hazel eyes glance around, waiting for me. Her heels are too tall and her dress is too short; she looks freezing outside in the cold. She really is trying to hard. Seeing her here has done nothing to cure me of my traitorous thoughts - I still cannot get Laurene out of my mind! Her beauty is like an enchanting diamond whilst Brianna is plain coal. Laurene is tattooed into my brain.

Enough!

I refuse to waste another moment thinking about her. All she is another beautiful woman. It is not my fault that I keep thinking about her. However, I do need to get her out of my brain. The only way I can do that is to keep distracted and grab a bottle of something strong. As I am stepping out of my car, Brianna sees me and starts squabbling towards me. She does what I guess to be a fail at a hair flick, which back fires on her as she loses her balance and trips sideways smacking her head on a lamppost. Sighing and trying to keep back my chuckle, I offer her my hand as she shakily stands up.

"Erm are... are you o... ok Brianna?" I am trying to talk as normal as possible, but it is backfiring as my muffled chuckles are threatening to make an unwanted appearance any moment now.

"Ouch. Who put a lamppost there? My dad will sue them!" Brianna embarrassingly outbursts.

"Erm well that lamppost has been there for years and your shoes are too high – so it is your fault really." I shrug it off.