Claire extended her hand, and Josiah took it, his grip firm as they shook hands. She was taken aback by the intensity of his gaze, his dark eyes seeming to bore into her soul. He held onto her hand a fraction of a second longer than necessary, and Claire felt a shiver run down her spine as she pulled away. He had a lustful glint in his eyes that almost made her groan. “What was it and men leering at her?" She thought inwardly and for a second regretted wearing the low neck blouse which seemed to catch Josiah's attention. “It's a huge pleasure to finally meet you, we've planned this meeting for so long," he said with a welcoming smile. "The pleasure is all mine," Claire replied and mustered a right smile of her own. Josiah spoke, his voice low and smooth, his smile charming. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined."Claire smiled politely, trying to hide her discomfort. "Thank you, Josiah. I get that compliment a lot," she replied and shrugged. She looked at the man closely. S
Josiah's expression darkened, his lips compressing into a thin line. He seemed to be struggling to maintain his composure, his eyes flashing with irritation. "I see," he said finally, his voice tight. "Well, I suppose that's understandable.""Of course it is, or would you want it any other way?” She asked, her tone almost challenging. He leaned back in his chair, his movements stiff. "Very well, we'll wait for your lawyer to arrive. But in the meantime..." He signaled to the waiter, who was just walking by with a bottle of some whiskey. "Bring us some wine. The best you have."Claire's gaze never left Josiah's face, her expression stiff. "I don't drink," she said flatly, her eyes half closed as she spoke, like she was already bored of his presence. Josiah's eyes narrowed, his face reddening slightly. "Come now, Claire. Just one glass," he coaxed, his tone trying hard to remain sweet. But Claire remained unmoved, her eyes cold and unyielding. "I said no, Josiah. And I mean it."The
Josiah's head shook back and forth, a cynical and sarcastic laugh escaping his lips. The sound was bitter and strange, like a mixture of anger and disappointment. "I knew this little thing was too good to be true," he spat angrily, his eyes flashing with rage. He turned his gaze to Bryan, his expression twisted in a snarl. "What a welcome back home, little brother!" he snapped fiercely, his voice dripping with venom. “You really went all the way to give me a grand welcome, didn't you?" He asked sarcastically. Claire shook her head, inwardly wondering how such a vile man could possibly be related to Bryan. They looked nothing alike, and neither did they talk alike. Josiah's words were laced with malice and anger. He had a permanent sneer on his face and apart from when he'd thought that they had a chance at signing the contract, he'd not seen him crack a smile. While Bryan's were calm and collected, his brother was bugging but. It was like they came from different worlds.Bryan's exp
“Why are you sounding so shocked? I'm sure you've been well aware that I got back into the city for a few months now. Did you really think I wouldn't pay a jolly visit home? And did you think when I found out you weren't ‘around’ that I wouldn't be curious?" He asked. "What did you do with Uncle Williams, huh? Try to turn him against me? Try to make him believe your lies?" Josiah asked. Bryan shrugged, his smile never wavering. "He's my uncle too, Josiah . And last time I checked, it's my home too, Josiah, I have the right to be anywhere,” he replied heatedly. And I must say, it really is beneath you to think of going to such lengths just to hide yourself. I'm sure Uncle didn't tell you because he's always been so eager to protect you. But don't worry, I decided not to bother him. I knew I would discover the truth myself, and I did, didn't I?"He said this with a cocky smile, grabbing Claire's hand and placing a soft kiss on her knuckles. Josiah's eyes flashed with anger, his face r
They had arrived home, and Bryan could see the shock on his uncle's face at the sight of him and Josiah. The old man's mouth was literally agape, and he held the arms of his chair as he got to his feet."Bryan," he said in a breathy voice as he stood up, his eyes fixed on his nephew with a mixture of surprise and concern.Josiah stepped into the room, and as if it just dawned on him that Bryan had been bullying him, he began to rant. "Uncle, how could you tell Bryan where I was?!" he snapped, his voice venomous.The old man's eyes widened in shock, and he took a step back, his hands raised in defense. "What? I would never do that," he said honestly, his voice firm. He was even shocked to find out that Bryan had found Josiah.Bryan's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on Josiah with a mixture of anger and frustration. "I didn't need Uncle's help to find you, Josiah," he said, his voice cold. "I have my ways."Uncle Williams' eyes flickered to Bryan, his voice cold and almost accusing. "How
Josiah hissed at him, his eyes flashing with anger. "I'm not hiding anything, Bryan. You're the one who's hiding your own life. You got married without telling anyone, and now you're accusing me of secrets?"Bryan raised an eyebrow, his expression calm. "I didn't hide my marriage, Josiah. I just didn't feel the need to announce it to the world. And as for secrets, I think you're the one who's hiding something."Josiah snarled, his face reddening. "You're the one with loads of secrets, how about you confess! You've been following my business deals, trying to sabotage me. And now you're tricking me into returning to the city, how much more selfish could you be?” He snarled. Bryan sighed, his eyes rolling. "Josiah, you're just trying to grasp at straws. Maybe you would have known I was married if you cared to look for me, rather than trying to bask in my glory. Trying to find your way into the army too, and being better than me."The room fell silent, the only sound the heavy breathing
Bryan turned to the left and drove the car under the shade of an almond tree, turning to look at Claire. Her expression was concerned, her eyes reflecting the pity he felt for him. "Please don't tell me that you're going in there to speak with your brother again. I think this has been toxic enough, it's clear they don't want you here," Claire said, shaking her head.Bryan smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He wasn't interested in what his family thought of him. As a matter of fact, he was used to his family picking his brother over him. He just wanted to know why and precisely what that had to do with his predicament after the army."No, I'm not going back in there to rant with Josiah or Uncle Williams, I've made my peace with them," he said, his voice calm."Then what's the matter?" Claire asked, her brow furrowed with worry."I have someone I need to meet," he replied, his eyes fixed on hers."Who is this Jenkins you're speaking of?" Claire asked, her voice curious.Bryan
Jenkins laughed again, the sound a little too shrill and mechanical. "You can't choose your family, Bryan. They're stuck with you, no matter what."Bryan's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. "I don't want to talk about my family, Jenkins. Can you let it go?!” He asked with a harsh tone. But for a second, he couldn't help feeling pity for him. Once again, he was clearly not mentally well and it showed. "Have you been taking your medications?" He asked with a low tone, his worry evident.Jenkins scratched his head, his eyes clouding over. "Yeah, they said life can't be the same again. I guess this is what they mean. Everyone thinks I'm insane," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.Bryan's eyes bulged, he couldn't believe that he'd just made the man feel bad. "I didn't mean that at all, I was just trying to make sure that you're fine," he said, his voice softening.The old man smiled and waved him off. "Yeah, you don't have to say it, I can see it in your eyes," he replied,