Waking Up with a Ring on My Finger and a Bad Boy at My Side [18]

"BRANDON!" a contractor screamed, but realized his mistake and cleared his throat. "Er, s-sir. This is Emily Whitlock who kept insisting to meet the 'mastermind' behind the building," he said, motioning to the somewhat big, urban building behind them.

But it was still incomplete, Brandon thought irritatedly. "It's certainly unique, Mr. Brandon," a red-haired girl said, smiling politely. Brandon shook her hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Miss Whitlock, but this is an enclosed, private property under my name...at the moment...and you are trespassing."

"Are you planning to sell it?" she asked curiously, completely ignoring Brandon. They did that ignoring thing more often nowadays, Brandon thought. He didn't know why and it pissed him off. "Not at the moment. It's still the Compton Industries project."

Her green eyes moved upwards. "The attention seems to be paid in every floor."

Brandon nearly bit his tongue just to stop himself from saying, "Are you stupid? Who the flying fuck doesn't give any attention to one specific floor?! Do you want the entire building to collapse?!"

"Err, yeah," he finally said. "We're notorious for details, now...I really need to ask you to leave."

"I'll buy it. The estimate worth is around 1.6 million dollars right? I'll pay you twice the price."

"Or we could just talk somewhere less noisier, whatever," Brandon said instinctively. He wasn't planning on bidding the building away at first, but he'll have to reconsider. He looked at his watch. "I've only got 10 minutes to spare though."

"I'll make it quick."

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Let me tell you what happened a few hours ago. I was minding my own business, leading the way back to the hall which was a couple of block away from the florist. I needed an array of fresh flowers to make the fake flowers look more real. Some sort of an optical illusion.

Or a cheat; whatever floats your boat.

...To make long story short, we got chased by a guard dog. I didn't exactly knew what was happening until Logan screamed, "RUN!"

The last time that happened was when I was still 5 or something. I remembered crying for help and tripping on a tree root. "What the hell did you do?" I said, panting. "I didn't do anything! I just mentioned how cute it was--"

I cut him off with a glare. After a couple of minutes, we burst into a laughing fit. "Okay let's just get this over with. We've got around 20 more minutes before the guests started to fill in."

As if we had rockets strapped to our shoes, we started working like crazy. I managed to get myself a decent outfit for today after a bit shopping. I wasn't proud of it, but I didn't want to overspend. Like I've said, I didn't have a lot of money on me right now.

There wasn't a definite guest list as we arranged it so last minute, but Logan's assistant 'accidentally' gave fake information about the venue to the press. So that could haul them away from Megan's party. "We're ready in 10," Logan said to someone on the phone. It was on loud-speaker.

"Got it," a girl voice spoke loud and clear. "Megan is still in the room with some guy. She's his client I suppose. Something about penthouses and crap I don't understand. I try to get her arrive there in....let' say, 15 to 20 minutes or so?"

"Good luck with that," Logan chuckled. "Try to avoid traffic will you?"

Stupid flower, why won't it stick to the arch? "Do we have a glue gun?" I asked. "Or a stapler, whatever that can make this thing stick to the arch."

"I have bubble gum."

...Will it--

No.

I smiled sarcastically and had an idea. I went to get the ribbons and tied the flowers to it. Then I wrapped the long ribbon around the arch around the fake vines. I tried to make the ribbon looked as discreet as possible.

"Go check on the buffet table," I said, making a last minute check. "I can handle the rest. And switch on the lights!" I said. As Logan turned the lights on, the bulbs looked like small stars in the sky. The small white lanterns worked perfectly.

It gave a romantic feel to the entire place. It was like a secret garden.

The guests, for some horrible reason, came in a little bit early. Thankfully, most of them were understanding since they were Logan and Megan's friends. Some of them even offered to help because it 'looked like fun'.

Someone even whipped out his camera and take pictures of the venue, showering me with compliments and such.

"Good job," Logan and I said in unison as I slumped into a seat next to him. Just a few more things, and we would be done. My job as an event planner for the evening wasn't quite done yet as I had to guard things over.

The last thing I want was someone drunk having 'fun' under the table with someone else.

Both of us looked up. A smile touched my lips. We did pretty well, considering that we did all of this in just 4 days. I hope nothing falls on anyone. Nervously, I glance at those heavy silk fabric again. I turned my head to Logan and said, "I don't want to jinx anything but...do you think we need to nail the damn thing to the wall?"

"The sellotape would hall. No one notices it's that heavily sellotaped anyway."

I grinned sheepishly. "Listen, I had fun doing this with you," I said. "Maybe we could meet again for coffee or something."

I meant it in a friendly way by the way. The reason I told you this because Logan didn't think so. I was waiting a reply from him, but all I got was a sudden pressure on my lips. It happened all too fast and I was baffled as hell.

Just then, someone pulled the chair in front of us. That was when I snapped. I pushed Logan off me angrily. "The surprise is ruined. Whoever is in charge didn't warn anyone that the birthday girl is here," that person announced. I was still glaring at Logan and he looked stunned himself.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath and got up to go and greet Megan but stopped dead when I saw who that person was. He got up too, reached into his jacket and pull it out a second later to show me a cheque.

On it was scrawled with black ink, '$900,000'. And the signature belonged to Brandon Compton.