Chapter 6

Brandon

The following morning I climbed up to my roof, trying to ignore my fear of heights.

And regardless of the fact that my gut was burning up of the thought of falling off I still managed to leap to the roof, overthinking about the damn kiss.

Leonardo Ferrari Della Rossi was the devil himself, with his dark hair, sexy scruff and hazel eyes.

But then he kissed like an angelic being.

I was tempted to take him on his offer.

There was no way to lie about it, in the face of his crude sexual aura I almost lost every little pound of common sense I had.

When he kissed the second time he had restated his request raw and unmasked......

I should have been waking up in his arms this morning.

And it would have been a gravely mistake.

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"Brandon?" my mom peered from below me with shock on her face.

"What on earth are you doing."

"Umm..... screwing some shingles." I shout below.

"My bedroom was drenched, it rained last night.

"Sorry love," she sounded uneasy.

"Brandon baby, let's not forget you are scared of heights.

I loved my mom so much. She always pointed out what was obvious without hesitation.

"Go inside mom, this would only take a minute, I'm the man of the house let's not forget that."

"How about we pay someone to do that."

"It won't take that long mom, just give my twenty more minutes." I said.

"You know what, how about you go make pasta, by the time you're done cooking, I'll be done."

Without a protest she shook her head and went inside.

Mom wasn't stupid, she knew the reason why we couldn't hire someone to repair the roof. We were to broke to afford it.

We had thirty more days in the house before the landlord throws us out. If I wanted a house free of leaks I would have to take responsibility.

Once my mom was out of earshot I cheer myself up. " You've got this Bran".

With a couple of videos from YouTube and Tiktok, I was sure I could handle this.

To me heights was my biggest fear, right now I feel like throwing up the cups of coffee I took some minutes ago.

"What the hell are doing?" A masculine voice rang through my ears, shaking my existence.

"Brandon Star Stevenson," are you in your right senses.

I take a look down and see the knight in shining armor who kissed me passionately yesterday looking up to me furious with upmost disbelief.

Leonardo Ferrari Della Rossi was at the bottom of the ladder staring up at me.

All of a sudden the insane burning in my chest had nothing to do with my fear of heights but the hot man climbing up the ladder.

"Don't tell me you are risking your life up here". He sounded completely authoritative, more like dad when he was still alive.

He turned his head as he survey my toolkit, probably in awe by my collections.

I nodded. "As you can see I am. What brings you here Mr. Della Rossi? And how did you track where I live?

"Your scent." he pretended not to hear the rest of my questions.

"Is this your first time repairing a roof?"

"Yes", I said defenselessly.

"Although I have watched some videos on it, I can just improvise by doing it myself. Speaking of which why are you here, I glared down at him and that seemed to be a mistake."

My fear heightened and I got that burning sensation in my stomach once more.

"You seem sick," There was a sudden warmth in his voice.

"Im scared of heights," I gritted out.

"I'm literally forty feet off the ground. Mr. Della Rossi can we chat later?"

"F***ck this shit Brandon."

"Come down from there before you fall, let me call someone to get it fixed for you."

"I don't have money to pay them."

"Well....thanks for your concern."

He grazed his fingers along his smooth dark hair.

"I will pay for it Brandon, just let me take care of it," he said, frustration clouding him like a mist.

"I have something serious to talk to you about, would you please come down."

I shot him an angry look. Thinking of it he doesn't look composed as he was last night.

His hair was messed up, he had dark circles under his eyes. He was wearing a pair of short jeans and a white shirt. He had a pair of Crocs on his feet. He wasn't oozing off his billionaire aura today.

There was only one explanation for his new look.

"Did Andy do something after I left?" I asked.

"I've told you before and I will say it again, I don't control Andy."

"I can handle Andy Foster," he rolled his eyes.

"I came here because I need to talk to you about something personal." His fingers crossed around my wrist.

"Please."

It was the please that triggered me. Leonardo Ferrari Della Rossi was asking for a favor not slashing out orders.

I didn't get to be around him that much but if there's one thing I know this moment doesn't happen often.

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"Are you serious?" My mouth was hung open, unable to shut close by what I just heard.

Did Leo just say he needed to marry me?

"I need you to marry me Brandon," he repeated with impatience laced in his voice.

"I promise to make it worthwhile for you." he added.

This whole situation has to be some cooked up story because it ain't funny.

"After one kiss?" I retort jokingly.

My mind and body was slowly processing the information. It felt like I was drowning and begging for air.

"I'm touched."

He laughed at that, his face warming up into a smile, warming my dick as well.

"If that's how you feel," he noted.

"Perhaps I should restart...... this."

"That would be necessary Leo." I muttered.

I didn't want mom to listen to our conversation so I took him to the living room and shut the door.

It's not like I didn't trust her not to but I didn't want her to end up being disturbed by anything.

"Coffee or tea."

"None thanks." He said slowly, never meeting my eyes for once.

"I would do anything to see that Della Rossi Towers is constructed." he stated.

"Why is that?"

Leonardo Ferrari Della Rossi Accomplishments were already top notch in the country.

He had been awarded Aga Khan Award for architecture in Muslim communities for his design on the famous Mosque.

In the next coming years he would be one of the best architect the world had ever heard of.

Why was Della Rossi Towers so important than the certified ones.

"What do you mean, I want to leave a contribution on the city I grew up in. Isn't that enough?"

"You have a point." I say lazily.

"If I were to become a billionaire the first thing I would do is to settle down and enjoy my money first not chasing one project after another."

"We're drifting away from the matter at stake," he said with a raised eyebrow.

"Brandon.....are you in or out?"