Chapter 7

Diana's POV

It was a really beautiful dinning hall to behold, I was beyond fascinated at decorations, everything was in order as we sat comfortably waiting to be served by his butler.

"Welcome ma" the butler said as he approached us.

"Thank you" I let out a stiff smile.

"Why is there a delay?" he questioned the young butler in anger.

"The cook sends her apologies sir, she had a little issue but it has been resolved" the butler replied.

"What would you like to drink as we await our dinner?" he asked mildly, his voice soft and delicate.

"Anything" I replied softly as ever.

"Get a cocktail drink for my guest. Are you deaf? Go!" his tone harsh and authoritative.

The butler quickly ran out in fear and in a few minutes he rushed back with two cocktails as he served us and went back to monitor our dinner to bring it to us.

"Branden!" a loud voice echoed across the walls of the hall, drawing our attention. We sat still with our eyes fixed on the dinner door waiting for the speaker to reach the door.

In a matter of seconds he sighted us immediately he got to the door. It was no other person that Sylvester Smith.

Oh my God!! What exactly does this dude want from us? Does he just barges into people's houses unannounced? Without a doubt he must have followed me right from my house down here. This is going to get weird and awkward really fast.

I hid my face the minute I sighted him.

"Sylvester what's the meaning of this?" Branden's furrowed eyebrows hinted anger.

"Excuse me" he hid his anger as he spoke very calmly to us.

I could see fury in his eyes, he was ready to tear his brother apart for interrupting our dinner date.

This was completely unacceptable, rude and indecent. No matter what!

Sylvester should have never walked in on us like that, what made it worse was how he echoed his voice across the halls of the mansion.

"Oh Diana this is where you came to? You totally sidelined me and came to my brother?" his wrath and anger became more apparent as he shot me an icy stare.

This shocking scenario rubbed me of words, with fear I positioned my face downwards trying my best to avoiding see his taunting anger.

"Aren't you the one I'm talking to?" he added.

Branden stood up from his seat and marched towards Sylvester, boiling on the inside with his eyes seethed with exasperation.

I just hope this two men don't pick a fight because of me, I would really not find it comforting if I had to witness both of the exchanging punches just to get me.

It obviously wouldn't work, I won't go ahead and pick the winner of the fight so I see no reason for them to exchange punches in my name.

I had already grew this irritation and dislike for Sylvester, he was obviously ill mannered and uncultured for his recent actions. Everything he had done and said in these past few days of meeting him was outrightly arrant rubbish.

Branden took Sylvester by the hand like a little child who deserved scolding and dragged him out away from the dinning room and away from the hall that led to the dinning room.

Though they were no longer in close proximity with me, I could still here Braden lashing at Sylvester.

He was damn angry.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? you can't just walk in on my guest and I, I won't tolerate such nonsense from!!" he yelled in fury.

"Why is she here?" he questioned, not minding his brother's anger.

"And how does that concern you? Why should I explain myself to you? If you weren't my brother I would have called my bodyguards to throw you out. you don't just barge into my house like that. If you wanted to speak to her you should speak to her afterwards not during my dinner" he began raging like a bull.

"Mind the way you speak to me. So you're the reason why she decided to push our tonight plans right?" he questioned even further in a very harsh tone.

"Out!" Branden yelled, his voice met my ears irrespective of the distance it traveled.

"Fine I'll go" he walked out in anger, pushing the Italian designed steel door against him.

Branden walked back in and by the time he was back, our dinner was already served by the waiter.

"I'm sorry about that I don't know what has gotten into him...." he apologized.

"it-it's fine" I stuttered.

Minute went by and Branden hadn't uttered a word to since we began eating, it's getting really uncomfortable here.

The atmospheric temperature became heated as I began sweating probably from my overthinking.

"Did Sylvester ask you out?" his lips went into a hard scowl as he glared at me.

I began palpitating but I hid the expression. I'm not dating either of these men but they gave me a tough time handling myself around them. His eyes met mine making me choke on my cocktail.

"Are you alright?" he questioned in worry.

Okay the atmosphere is getting hotter.

Why is he asking me if Sylvester asked me out? Is he angry? But we aren't dating so why is Sylvester angry? I'm literally finding it difficult to digest my chewed food. I can't even chew with him staring at me like that, it's making me extremely nervous and excessively cautios of my every move.

He stood up, walked over to me and stood right behind me. What exactly is Branden doing? Why is he behind me?

His breath rolled across my neck and an over flow of goosebumps crossed my body. I sat stiff, confused and shocked.

His carouse hands relaxed itself on my neck as he tried adjusting my chain to get it loose from my neck.

"Breathe Diana" he whispered softly into my ears, his breath glided through my ear lobes.

His words sounded simple yet so sexual and hot, I could feel my entire being disintegrate as his sexually presented words met my eardrums.

"Don't choke yourself, you need to respirate well" he added as he stood straight behind me and went back to his seat.

He just whispered in my ears and my legs are already shaking, wanting him, they hungered for him. My body wants him so bad and I'm trying my best to hide it but it gets really difficult, he isn't making it easy for me either. Using sensual words, whispering so close in my ear, touching me like that. I almost exploded the minute he laid his hands on me.

I wish I could grab him and kiss him immediately. I want his hands to travel across my body, touching every bit of flesh I had.