"Meal?" Brandon attempted to take a step further, but then decided against it. The distance in between them should be as much as possible. "Why do you think I would have a meal with you? If anything, I don't want to see your face unless I absolutely have to."
"That is absolutely fine." Killian shrugged. "Don't look at my face, then look somewhere else."
Brandon felt his mouth drop. He did not say that. "You want to meet with me where I can look anywhere except your face? Could you define the term "having a meal together, " to me?"
"I don't care if you are looking at my face or not. What I care for is sitting and having a fucking meal."
"That—" it's not what having a meal means. It's two people talking to each other, but who am I to explain the billionaire something so simple?
That's not even the point. "I don't want to have a meal with you. Please, go back." And away from me.
Why was he even here, anyway?
"Dinner," Killian said before he raised his hand perpendicular to his body. "in that pizza place."
What pizza place— oh, he was talking about the one that was in front of his apartment building. One, that Brandon was yet to notice.
Yet, It did not sit right with him that Killian wanted something from him. What was it that he could possibility give to a man who had billions in his bank account and was already fucking various blondes in hotels room? Killian had everything he wanted.
" I don't understand what you want to talk to me about. It's not like I am the best financial advisor you have, fair started. I'm not a software guru or anything like that either. I talk to you not even a handful of times. What exactly do you want to talk to me about?"
Killian smiled with nothing in his eyes. He just stretched his lips as if it was a customary thing to do. "Come with me, and I'll tell you."
"What if I don't?" Bran issued a challenge, even before he realized it.
Killian's lips stretched into a slow, lazy predatory smile. "Then I'll take you there, screaming and crying if I must. And if I don't want to get my hands dirty, I'll have someone else to do it for me."
Brandon squinted his eyes. "Someon—" that's when he saw someone standing behind Killian. Not someone, rather a few people positioned very carefully. It took him a moment to realize that they were not random people, they were the security team that traveled with Killian.
That's what he meant when he said that he would rather have someone else carry bran if it came to it.
The sky roared its thunder and for a moment, everything brightened before it drained to what it was in a flash. Brandon got a clear look at multiple people standing around them, just not being visible enough in the dark.
Something landed on his street, he touched it and realized it was a drop of water. It was going to rain soon, and Killian could not be taken to his apartment. That fucking pizza shop had to be the solution to the current situation.
"Fine," he bit bitterly, "lead the way."