First Chapter of this story woo! This has been a little secret fic I've been working on, I wasn't sure weather to upload it but I thought why not! Got five chapters written of it so far so I'll upload the first two tonight and try to space the next few out so I'm not giving it all away at the one time. Anyway hope yous enjoy!
Chapter One
Brendan's pov
I know something isn't right as soon as I feel the warmth next to me, scared to open my eyes to what I'm going to see. When I eventually do there's a pair of eyes looking straight back at me.
"Morning sleepyhead." the boy murmurs seductively.
He looks the same as most of my unnamed conquests, tanned skin, blonde hair, slim built. "Get ye clothes and get out." I grunt at him but he doesn't show any intentions of moving, just sits there smiling like an idiot.
"Get the fuck out!" I shout and his face drops before he jumps out of my bed.
"I should've known.." the young man curses under his breath but I'm no longer listening, I lay back on the bed and put my eye mask back on to show that I really don't give a fuck what he's got to say. I only move when I hear the door slamming and guess that he's away.
Checking the messages on my phone while I go into the kitchen to get some orange juice, it's just the expected people. Then I come across an email from Mitzeee, inviting me out for her birthday in some restaurant somewhere in Chester.
I knew it was coming up for her 30th birthday but I didn't think she would have a party for it considering the last time we spoke about it she said she was dreading it. It's just as well I don't have much of a social life or else it would be a bit of a problem since its short notice. I think about not going but I know I won't get out of it, Anne would drag me there kicking and screaming if she had to.
I make a note on my calendar for this Saturday as 'Mitzeees birthday dinner'. I check my appointment book and notice I don't necessarily need to be in work until 2 o'clock today, my first meeting with Ms Green, who's late husband left her and their only son a multi-million skyscraper company. Only problem being her son is a junkie and she doesn't have a clue about how to run a company, considering before she got married she worked in a cake shop.
At three o'clock I've got a meeting with my PA and Mr Donnelly who's setting up a shipment for the company. I jump in for a shower, before dressing into my sharp grey suit, getting rid of my stubble then trimming my moustache.
I towel dry my hair and slap some wet-look hair gel to style it messily.
Phone, check. Car keys, check. Wallet, check. I take the elevator down to my underground car park and am greeted by one of the security guards who's name I do not remember.
"Mr Brady." he greets me with a nod of the head.
I give him the slightest of waves before making my way to my car. Well one of my cars, my sleek black Audi TT, my pride and joy.
It's only a fifteen minute drive until I'm in my parking space, it's only 11.25am so I don't need to rush, don't even need to be here but I know that I'm what most people would call a 'workaholic'. Not because I love to work, it's just that I don't let my work get on top of me, I like to make sure everything runs smoothly. I'm what you would call a 'control freak'.
"Mr Brady your here early." The blonde headed receptionist says to me, with anything but surprise in her voice.
"I am that Diane." I say giving her a wolfish grin before pressing the elevator button. The phone rings and she looks at me apologetic while she picks it up. Like she thinks I actually wanted to make small talk with her.
I take the lift up to the twelfth floor, to check how things are going in the admin offices. The employees all smile and act like they're happy to see me and as if they've really been doing their work all along. The head of this sector, Declan Finley is in the meeting room with a group of ten maybe a dozen of the admin staff and I guess it's to do with the expansion on the company. I wave in at him when he finally notices me looking through the office window.
I make my way up to my office on the fifteenth floor, and take the seat behind my desk. Playing out the messages on my office phone. A few small business propositions and then my sister Cheryl's cackling voice breaks my concentration when she barges into my office. My PA standing behind her looking apologetic before shrugging.
"Don't look so excited to see me Bren." she snaps while taking a seat across from me.
"What do ye want?" I ask her, can't help the annoyance in my voice.
"I brought you lunch." she says throwing a brown paper bag onto the desk, "So you going to Mitzeees 30th?" she asks me.
"Don't have much of a choice do I?" I say while burying my hands into the bag and getting a whiff of cheese and onions. A cheese and onion toastie.
"Well what I'm really meaning to ask is if your bringing a date." she grins at me, that puts me off the food.
"Why would I do something like that Chez?" I ask her, my sister knows me. Knows that dates aren't something that I've ever done or ever will do.
"Well I just seen the paper and thought.." she goes on.
"What do ye mean the paper?" I panic, standing up ready to go outside and get one but she goes into her handbag and produces it.
The headline says 'Being Brendan Brady's boyfriend.'
"So when can I meet him?" she asks not realising that this is clearly lies.
There's a small picture in the corner of me and some lad, not a very clear picture. "Ye aren't, he doesn't exist" I snap.
"Yeah he does look." she points to a direct quote, "He doesn't like to flaunt our relationship around. He's very private."
"Chez, I don't have a clue who this is. It's a load of bollocks." I snap scrunching it up and putting it in the bin.
"But there's a picture of the both of you." she says weakly.
"Stop trying to make this happen Chez. The boys looking for a bit of publicity, let him have it but I ain't his boyfriend." I say the last word like its physically hurting me.
"Okay." she whispers, "Well I'm bringing Nate to Mitzeee's."
"Ye are still wasting your time with him?" I say, can't help the laugh that spills from my mouth. Nate is a geeky, posh twat, who I introduced to Cheryl not even thinking that they would develop romantically.
"Shut up Bren, trust me one day you'll meet someone and you'll wonder why it took you so long to find them." she says, like she's some sort of phycologist.
"Yeah well if that ever happens I'll leave ye a memo." I mutter sarcastically.
She tuts before standing up, "I'll see ye Saturday then." she says cheerfully and I have a feeling she's got a plan up her sleeve.
"See ye then Chez." I shout after her, having a plan of my own up my sleeve.
Ste's pov
"Ste! I need you to work the bar tonight." Tony shouts into the kitchen to me.
"How can I be in two places at once?" I ask back full of attitude, can't help myself.
"I've got plenty of waiting staff for later on at night so you'll just have to be the waiter for the starter course then after that you can work the bar?" he orders me, I still can't take Tony serious.
"And I've to do the prep and help with the cooking." I reply back, feel like I'm doing more than Tony.
"Do you know how important this night is Ste? I've been organising it for weeks." he snaps.
"Yeah and so have I." I state, which is true ever since Tony booked it in, I've not stopped hearing about it and I've been running about trying to sort out whatever Tony throws at me.
"I know and as I said we'll split the cheque we get for it equally. I wouldn't have been able to do this on my own." he says still rushing about.
We've managed to transform the restaurant, at one half there's tables set and the other half is the dance floor, there's a platform been built just for the dj and I can't help but think that we're not going to make the money back.
"This is Riely Costello's fiancées birthday, everything has to be perfect." Tony insists.
I know who they are, they've been in several times for food. Riely doesn't even seem that important but according to Tony he's a 'world known footballer' I think it might be a bit of exaggeration.
"Mitzeee used to be a model, there is going to be a lot of important people here Ste, this could really give us a big boost if it goes well." Tony tells me, like he's been practicing this word for word.
"Your right I get it, but it's just are we really trying to attract they sort of people?" I ask, when we were first opening I seen this as a family sort of place, not a pretentious place that normal people are scared to go to.
"The more people. The more money." Tony says and I get it, he's got a family to provide for.
"I just hope that we both survive the stress of the night, to actually enjoy whatever's left of the money." I quip back to lighten the mood.
It works, Tony gives me a lopsided smile, "Let's get this bar stocked up." he says while picking up a box of wine. I take a crate of beer and start helping him. We've got the full bar stocked when I realise I can't see any champagne.
"Tony, we not gonna need champagne?" I ask him.
He looks at me uneasy, "I ordered some just waiting on it coming."
"What aren't you telling me?" I ask him wearily.
"Well I ordered Moët..." he starts but I interrupt.
"That's thirty quid a bottle!" I exclaim, "Ya could've got some cheap stuff out of price slice, they snobs wouldn't know the difference."
"Of course they'd know the difference, it was either that or the limited edition bottle for fifty." he shrugs.
"How big is this cheque Tony?" I ask him, seriously. Have stopped myself from asking up until now.
"Ten grand okay?" he says, that takes me back, I didn't think it would be that much.
"Clearly they've got more money than sense." I mutter.
"Which is why we need the best of the best for tonight." he explains.
"Yeah I get it now." I nod, there isn't going to be a shortage of cash once this is done.
After that we both work our asses of, Sinead comes in when we're near enough finished.
"Wow, this looks great guys." she says grinning while looking around at the decorations, "I was expecting it all to be bright and tacky but wow. This is amazing."
"Really do you think it's enough?" Tony asks, looking slightly embarrassed.
Sinead's right though, even I can tell. We were going to go with a rose pink theme but decided, gold and glitter would be better. That includes the tablecloths, the glasses are even glittery, the previously red and white floor covered with a sheet of gold. The bar decorated with gold accessories, I can't help but think this is maybe what Buckingham palace would look like on the inside.
"Honestly its fab!" she squeals, "I know I'm going to be working tonight but I can't wait!"
"What a weirdo." I say to her grinning, exactly at that point a delivery guy strolls in, followed by two others carrying some sort of heavy object.
"Where would you like us to put the Champagne fountain?" one of the men asks.
Champagne fucking fountain?! I don't know if I'm the only one that realises how delirious this is.
Sinead takes control of this while Tony signs for it. "A champagne fountain?" I ask quietly when we're out of earshot.
"Were only renting it for the night don't worry." Tony says in a calming manner.
"I don't get it, if they wanted all this stuff why didn't they just hire someplace that already has this crap?" I ask him.
He shrugs, "They like our food, I did say we would make the order for them and get it to where their venue was but Riely insisted we have it here."
"Surely our food isn't THAT good." I sigh,
"Of course it is." Tony says as if he's insulted that I would say otherwise.
"That's us sorted now just to get the food done and dressed up." Sinead says, coming out from the kitchen.
"So let's run over the dress code." Tony says, "It needs to be classy, no cleavage on show." he directs that to Sinead.
"Yeah yeah." she says grinning at me and linking our arms together, "We'll see you at six." she directs to Tony and with that she steers myself and her back outside.