Before Brandon could even step out of the booth, one of the men in black both, clearly indicating that he was going to attempt to stop Brandon.
He halted watching the security guard carefully.
"You should sit down, Brandon. I wasn't finished talking." Killian's calm mind reached his ears, and he slowly turned his head towards his boss.
"What?" He muttered.
"You heard me." Killian remained in the same posture he was in before. "Sit down."
He did not want to, but at the moment he did not see the right thing to do. Brandon took a step back and sat down in the same spot he had occupied before.
I've made myself clear. What is he going to do now? "I'm not going to budge on my decision. I'm straight, I'm not gay. You cannot force me to have sex with you. That's not harassment, that is assault."
"Is it?" Killian archer enquired like it was nothing but a small challenge in his way as small as kicking the stone in front of him away. "It is a cosy corner. We are sitting in, surely we can talk about it."
"Yes." Brandon shook off the initial shock he felt. "Absolutely yes and now, this is not a cosy corner and now again, we're not talking about it because I'm firm in my decision."
He leaned over, eager to put his point forward and get this all over with. "I do not understand whatever you're trying to do here. It's not going to happen. If it's an NDA that makes me forget what happened at the top of that building, I will sign it. I'm not going to find anything removed, sexually relating to you and I. Never."
Killian whispered,"Never?"
"No." Brandon answered, firm in the decision he had made. "I have said it once, and I will say it again and all my life if you need me to. I'm not going to get fucked by guys, I fuck and I fuck women."
If Killian was disappointed, he did not share it. For some reason, his dark and cloudy expression remained as a debt forever.
It made Brandon more scared of what his reaction may be.
Instead of reacting, urging to sign the document or anything of the sort, Kian remained silent.
Is he trying to communicate something with his eyes? That's not fucking working. Brandon shifted uncomfortably. He is creepy.
Deciding against sitting here, he attempted to get up before sitting down. "I'm going to leave now. Please tell your people to not get up and stop me." His decision was not going to change. It did not make sense, even if they tried to stop him. That was not going to turn the way he thought of sex.
Killian stared into his soul, but then gave a small head movement. Banking on that, Brandon stood up out of the booth and walked out of the establishment. He did not look back even once as he crossed the road in slight drizzle. The storm had already started.
When he reached his building and was close to the door behind him. The walk towards the lift felt more relieving now that the eyes were away from his back.
Even if He was out of the situation at the moment, there was only one thought on his mind. It remained on how Killian was not going to back off easily.