Dominant & Submissive | 18+

5: The Surprise

Brielle's POV

Where are you, Enrique? I glanced at Jace, who gave me an encouraging but wry smile, revealing his pure white teeth.

"Your glance gives me some clue that you might be thinking about my brother. If I may ask, have you fallen for him?" he gasps.

"Who said I've fallen for your brother? he's not even my type."

"I think you're very self-contained," he mutters.

How am I managing that? No way, I just lied about my feelings for Enrique. Am I just another kind of hedgehog?

"Except when you blush, of course, which is often. I wish I knew what you were blushing about." He sips from his cup.

"Do you always make such personal observations?" I query him. 

"I hadn't realized I was. Have I offended you?" He sounds surprised.

"No," I answer truthfully.

"Good." He mouthed.

"But you're very high-handed," I retaliate quietly. He raises his eyebrows, and if I'm not mistaken, he flushes slightly too.

"I'm utilized in getting my way, Brielle Damara," he confides.

I'm surprised by my audacity. Why has this conversation become so severe? This isn't going the way I thought, and I can't believe I'm feeling so antagonistic towards him. It's like he's trying to warn me off, and he still hasn't said, 'Call me Jace.'

"How is your mom? tell me about her." He insisted with a severe expression.

I don't particularly appreciate where this is simply going, but I need to keep my cool for some while; then, I'll ask him if we've met before. I don't know, now is just the best time.

"Well, my mom lives in Milan. She sometimes comes to visit me."

"Your father?" he raises his suspicious eyebrows.

"My father died when I was only four." my face was down.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, and a brief, troubled look crosses his face.

"We have talked about some few things before," he smiled.

"I'm sorry, Mr. De Leon, but I don't remember talking to you about anything or meeting up with you except your brother, Enrique," I snort.

"He allows you to call him by his first name?" He raised a confused brow at me.

"Yeah! " I griped.

"Oh, I see, so you don't remember me?" He questioned with a disturbing face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. De Leon. I've seen you before, but I can't recall where." I signed.

He beautifully raised his face, "From the library, the guy with the glasses that helped you during high school days, we sat together always, Jonathan?" He widened his eyes for me to remember.

Once again, I'm mortified. In years to come, I know I'll need intensive therapy not to feel this embarrassed every time I can't recall some moment. I start babbling about remembering that day, anything to unblock that memory.

Then it hits me real hard. "Only fuck! Jonathan Christopher?" I wow in a confused state. "I remembered fully well now, Jonathan Christopher from my class, the boy with blonde hair, less concern, glasses, and hot temper, but you answered Jonathan Christopher, not Jace De Leon. Why?" with confusion, I snarl.

Mr. De Leon raises his eyebrows in amazement. "Jonathan Christopher is the long name for Jace, and the name is Jace, so my mom just expanded it without putting the De Leon so that I can go to high school in peace like a normal kid to save me from the questioning about going to school for regular kids."