Entwined With the Villainous Guardian
Chapter 149: Secret Well Kept

Chapter 149: Secret Well Kept

"Nellie," Brie whispered back in his ear.

Her moist red lips brushed on Lionel’s earlobe as she spoke. Lionel could smell the cherry flavor of her lips and his fingers on her robe trembled; his abdomen tightened. Everything around him blurred as lust rose in his stomach.

"Don’t be like this, Brie," he pulled the lapel of the robe and covered her chest while retracting from her seductive lips. It’s getting harder and harder for him to not give in to her seduction.

This woman is the one he’s in love with from when he was an adolescent boy. She used to be so naïve back then and she’s grown to be a temptress. Honestly, what’s stopping him from taking her?

"You paid for me for the night. I should at least try and make you happy," Brie plopped flat on the bad.

Yeah... this... This is the reason he cannot take her. He is paying for her time. He’s that pathetic!

"You can make me happy by listening to me," Lionel said hiding all his sadness behind his playful round eyes.

"I’ll listen to you, my favorite..." Brie turned her face to look at him. "...friend."

Lionel observed her quietly. Even when she was on her back, the twins on her chest were like two small mountains standing tall. Friend, she says to bind his heart from ever revealing itself to her.

"Did you finish your next project?" she got up with a curious smile that would bring him back to their school days.

Lionel watched her hair fell on her back like a wavy waterfall. Without blinking his eyes, he watched her bundling her hair to a bun. She was cute. Everything about her was cute. Even the baby hairs on her neck that escaped the bun looked cute.

"What’s the title?" she asked hugging her knees together.

He thought he saw pride in her eyes as much as happiness. She should know that she is the first one he talks about his scripts. And she’s his honest critic. Every project she gave the thumbs up were blockbusters.

She might think that he is being superstitious for coming to her first. But it’s an entirely different thing. He is not the sort of guy who would spend tens of thousands of dollars for a night with a woman just for superstition.

He’s the sort of guy who misses her on his bed as his wife and wants to pretend that she’s his wife for a night by spending tens of grands on her. He has to pay her pimp/manager a large sum to have her for an entire night without any disturbance in a hotel of his choice.

But it is worth it. For a night, he will have her as his wife, just to talk and laugh. But she never sees it that way. For her, he is the friend—not even her friend, but the friend of her first love.

Lionel with a smirk, passed her a bunch of papers. "It’s the first draft for the first quarter of the story. It still needs editing and... See for yourself," he passed the papers that had a lot of red lines and circles.

Brie clapped her hands with excitement and her beautiful fox eyes lit up as she held the papers. He opened a pack of chips he brought for her. She doesn’t like much but the simple things that were affordable for them during their school days.

Chomping on the chips like an adorable squirrel, she turned the papers one by one. Lionel watched her tainting the paper with her oily fingerprints. Those bunch of papers, although unfinished and unedited, is worth hundreds of millions because they are his ideas that are printed on them.

And seeing her relishing his work, he smiled. As she turned the pages, he could see her face getting serious and she looked at him with anxious eyes.

"How-how did you come up with this... Abenney? Is this story going to talk about Abenney fire? And alleging a child s*xual abuse?" she asked. "Will it work? It’s... You’ll be blamed for trying to milk money out of a tragedy. And child abuse is a very sensitive topic. I get the happened decades ago, but still, for the people who lost their children it would be a fresh wound... It’s not going to..." she hesitated to finish the sentence as she came out of her shock and gathered herself.

She passed the paper back to him and got down from the bed and walked to the bar. She poured herself a glass full of whiskey and downed it at one gulp.

"Whoa... Easy there, tiger..." Lionel said.

He expected this sort of reaction from her. And he wanted to know more.

"The Corleone family you mention in the script... Am I hearing it right? You’ve split up with... Leander?" she asked.

Ah, of course, she wants to know about HIM!

Lionel smiled wryly. "His wife was the one who told me this story. Maybe I should give her credit so the Kastello goons would leave me alone."

"His wife?" Brie furrowed her brows.

There was a mixture of emotions on her face and Lionel who was pretty observant couldn’t get what she might be thinking.

"Wh-what..." Brie cleared her throat. "What’s she like? His wife?" she asked placing her hand over her chest. Her other hand was around her arm as if she was self-soothing.

"She’s..." Lionel shrugged. What should he say? "She’s a lot like you," he said as he didn’t want to give out many details. For some reason, he felt the need to not reveal more about Leander’s wife to Brie.

It didn’t feel right. And he was scared. What if Brie’s curiosity leads her to end up on the wrong side of Leander? At least he doesn’t care about Brie now.

Brie looked at him. She opened her mouth to ask him another question, but she decided not to. Of course, she is smart and she knows that he doesn’t want to talk about Leander’s wife with her.

With bowed head, she played with her fingernails.

"So... did you..." she looked up at Lionel and bit her lips. "Did you talk to him about my..." she cleared her throat. "...his help in relieving my contract?"