MEETING THE SIX DAUGHTERS 2

The one with the curly hair, clearly the most beautiful of them all, stretched out her hand and smiled flirtatiously at him. "I am Mia, the first daughter of Arnold Sullivan, I am the Vice chairman of Sullivan Shipping Company." Her long arms dangled in front of Callan, smirking as she slid her hand into his. He bumped her hand up and down and smiled. Mia was his type with her perfect smile and pretty oval-shaped face. She was the kind of woman he'd like to go out with once, sleep with and get rid of.

"Callan Barlowe." He let go of her hand. Trying to recall where he had seen Mia before as his eyes scrutinized her, he had seen her before and it was not at a social event.

He thought carefully and then it clicked. They met at a clubhouse and what happened that night was vague. He kissed his teeth, muttering some cuss words. He was certain Mia remembered him too because she was staring strangely at him.

"I am Sophia, the second daughter of Arnold Sullivan." The dark-haired one smiled at him, not stretching out her hand to him. She was clearly uninterested in him, and he appreciated her for that because he clearly wasn't interested either.

She was simply beautiful, not overly dressed like Mia. Her green eyes shimmered as she stared at everything and everyone in the dining room except him. She didn't even talk about her job, he smiled at her nonchalance. He loved that.

"I am Camila Sullivan, the third daughter of Arnold Sullivan." She had a bubbly personality, she was all over the place and Callan didn't like that. He took her hand and smiled at her, letting go very quickly. Though very beautiful, she wasn't the kind of woman he'd want, she was too skinny. "I am a model." She said, as if on cue with his thoughts.

"I thought as much." Callan chuckled lightly.

"I am Amelia, the fourth daughter of Arnold Sullivan, an attorney." She flipped her shoulder-length hair to the side and winked at him. She looked like one who was interested in going to bed with him.

He took her hand and she stroked his fingers for a while before letting go. Callan smirked back at her, returning her vibes and energy. They could hook up later if she was still interested, but the marriage was a no for him.

"I am Emma, the fifth daughter of Arnold Sullivan," She took Callan's large hands in her smallish ones. "I own a fashion line for men and women. You must have heard of Emma's styles, that's me." She grinned widely, revealing her perfect set of white teeth. "I must say that you are a very handsome man." She flirted with him, talking back and forth about how a model like him was needed in her fashion brand.

The two adults watched them with utmost interest. When Emma was talking too much, her father quickly cut in. "Emma, let your sister continue from here."

"Oh, dad, come on." She shrugged her shoulders, her short hairstyle perfectly fitted her, making her look more like a stylist. Her chatty mouth was a turn-off for Callan already. "Welcome here." She leaned back on the cushion, her eyes intently fixed on him.

"I am Mila Sullivan, the sixth daughter of Arnold Sullivan. I just graduated from medical school, top of my class. I am currently a resident doctor in my father's hospital." She was smallish and really pretty and had the same green eyes as her sisters. She looked way too innocent, but there was something about her aura that Callan felt would be dangerous like she was hiding under a facade. She shook his hand, bumping it up and down.

Callan nodded his head, he was impressed. They were all beautiful and all seemed to be doing well for themselves from what he was told. Sophia was the only one who didn't tell him what she was into, and he wasn't interested either.

"My daughters are exceptional, is there anyone you'd want to settle with," Arnold asked Callan, smiling.

Callan scrutinized them, all of them had eyes on him aside from Sophia of course. None of them caught his attention, he shook his head and replied in a bored tone. "None,"

Their jaws dropped when he said that. "What do you mean?" Mia spat angrily. "You mean none? Even me?" She smiled.

Callan could feel his mother's hot gaze burning him down, but he chose to avoid her eyes at that moment. Then he remembered that Arnold Sullivan had seven daughters but just six were there, he was yet to meet the seventh daughter.

"There is one more of your daughters that I am yet to meet. Can I meet her too?" He asked Arnold. "I heard you have seven daughters, where is the last one?"

A look of displeasure washed through Arnold's face when Callan asked him that.

"No, she isn't your type. These six beautiful ladies are my most eligible daughters. If you don't want anyone from them, then forget about choosing a bride from the Sullivan family." Arnold stated sternly.

"You won't even like her, she's not someone you'd want." Mia chirped in, scrunching her nose in disgust.

"I still insist on meeting her." Callan stood on his words.

The six daughters exchanged a knowing glance and they laughed out loud.

Sophia looked at her dad and said. "Dad, you know well that I am not into men, I love ladies more and this gathering is not for me. If you don't mind, I would like to excuse myself."

Callan nodded his head, he now understood why Sophia didn't show any interest in him, she was a lesbian.

"Mia, my first daughter is beautiful and smart." Arnold countered.

"And she will make the perfect bride for you, son." Elizabeth who had been quiet all this while finally talked. "Mia is..."

She wondered how Callan got to know about the seventh daughter. She only told him they were meeting with six, but Elizabeth knew that Arnold had a daughter he never spoke about.

"I want to meet your last daughter, Mr Arnold Sullivan." Callan insisted, his voice domineering and authoritative.

That was what he needed before he walked out of the dining room and forever out of Sullivan's mansion with or without a bride.