Morgan Sisters Duo
Saving Stella & Sloan's Surrender
Saving Stella & Sloan's Surrender
SLOAN
“I hate seeing her like this. There’s just no colour in her life you know? Just her pant suits and her frigin numbers.”
“Pant suits can be hot.”
“Ha, not the ones Stella wears. Trust me Bray she needs something to liven her up. I’m sick of seeing her looking so, I don’t know, dreary?”
“Maybe she likes dreary? Is she happy?”
“She thinks she is. I know better though. I need to do something to shake her up a little, show her there’s so much more to life than sitting in her apartment with that weird little dog of hers. I just don’t know what? I’ve tried getting her to hit the town with me, even a bar but nope, says she can’t do it. Sometimes I think she just doesn’t want to get anything on her ridiculously expensive sensible heels. What God loving woman spends that kind of money on sensible heels? Really?”
I let out a huff as my frustration built. I really had to do something about Stella. I had to bring my sister back. That bastard took so much from her; all that’s left is a shell. I miss my sister. Six long year’s I’ve waited for her to come back to me, it’s time to give her a shove in the right direction. But how?
“Why not set her up?” Bray asks.
“Pfft, as if any of the guys I know would be good enough for my baby sister.”
“Hey now! I take offense to that.”
True, if I were to set Stella up with anyone, Bray would probably be at the top of my list of candidates. He’s attractive, ha who am I kidding? Bray is HOT. He’s successful, motivated and an all-round good guy. Apart from being kinda slutty, he’d be perfect for her.
I leaned back from the piece on his left bicep I was working on, coming together nicely. There wasn’t much of Bray that I hadn’t sunk my needle into. I sized him up, it had been a while since I fully checked him out. Friends don’t ogle friends, unless of course they’re scoping them out for their sister.
Bray raised his eye brow at me as if to say, ‘What the Fuck’.
Laughing I explained myself, “Dude, chill. I was just assessing the goods. You might be right about setting Stella up. In fact, I think you’re the right guy for the job.”
He paled instantly, “Wait, what? That’s not where I was going with this.”
“No no, you planted the seed my friend. It’s as good as done. You said you can’t manage the books on your own anymore. Here’s the perfect solution.”
He raised a brow, “What, start sleeping with your sister so she’ll do my books for me? That’s a little sleazy don’t ya think?”
“Geez, not what I meant. Stella is an accountant. Some crap about numbers making sense, always adding up, yada yada, yada. Anyway, I’ll get you an appointment, she can go through your books, you can invite her for coffee, next thing ya know I’ll be wearing a hideously ordinary maid of honour dress at your wedding.”
From the look on Bray’s face he hadn’t picked up on that last part being a joke. Well, kinda. He definitely wasn’t as down with my plan as I’d hoped. His eyes were popping out of his head and a sweat had broken out across his forehead.
“Jumping the fucking gun there a little aren’t ya Sloan! I haven’t even met the chic, and you’re already plannin’ our wedding. You’re frigin crazy! I’m not the marrying kind. You know that.”
I knew it wasn’t anything personal but this is my baby sister we’re talking about. I tend to get a little defensive where she’s concerned, perhaps even a little irrational. I pushed my seat away from Bray and got to my feet, hands fisted on my hips. “You sayin’ my sister isn’t good enough for you arsehole! Well I got news for you, you’d be lucky if Stella spared you a glance, and if she wants to marry you, you’ll God damn do it! You hear me!”
“I knew it, bat shit crazy! You’re off your rocker if you think I’m going to go out with your sister now.” He huffed in annoyance.
“What? Why not? She’s an angel.” I fumed.
“Jesus Sloan, you just told me I have to marry the chic if she takes a fancy to me, and let’s be honest here—”Oh here it comes, he was gesturing up and down his body, and I knew where this was going. “Who wouldn’t want all this?” He had that smug look on his face, like he’s the shit and everybody knows it, including himself.
“Way to be modest Bray.” Rolling my eyes, I started walking away, slipped my phone from my pocket and flicked Stella a text.
~Need a favour baby sister, boss man needs an accountant. You got time?~
I knew I wouldn’t have to wait long for a response, Stella was glued to her phone like it was a lifeline. Plus she was super-efficient, she’d know off the top of her head what appointments were free without having to check with that airhead receptionist of hers.
~1.45 tomorrow. Name? Not a baby!~
A grin spread across my face, she hates it when I call her that. But older is older, even if it is only by 4 minutes.
~Brayden Brooks, 4mins is 4mins baby sister. Xx~
“It’s done Bray; I’ll text you the address. 1:45 Tomorrow.”
I heard him groan as I started clearing my work station. The shop was empty apart from us. We’d hung back so I could get started on his latest piece. It would probably take another session or two before it was done. Mean ass phoenix rising from the ashes. It’ll be beautiful when I’m finished.
“Sloan. Really? I’m not a relationship kinda guy, you know that. I don’t want to screw our friendship over this shit. She’ll want me, I’ll humour her for your benefit but then I’ll get bored and move on, you’ll get pissed and quit. You’re the best I’ve got; I can’t afford to lose you.”
I ignored him, he’d be good for Stella, just the right amount of colour to brighten up her life. Ignoring his bitching I finished cleaning up my station.
“Are you listening to me Sloan? Sloan! Damn it! You’re a stubborn little thing, you know that? I’ll do it, but if things go south, you can’t walk. Deal?”
I rolled my eyes, again. “Deal boss man. Now, beers at Freddie’s?”
“Need you ask?”
We closed up the shop and started the short walk up to our local haunt. Freddie’s was my kinda place. Plenty of beer, hot dudes with hot tats and they had a live band in on Friday and Saturday nights.
“I hate seeing her like this. There’s just no colour in her life you know? Just her pant suits and her frigin numbers.”
“Pant suits can be hot.”
“Ha, not the ones Stella wears. Trust me Bray she needs something to liven her up. I’m sick of seeing her looking so, I don’t know, dreary?”
“Maybe she likes dreary? Is she happy?”
“She thinks she is. I know better though. I need to do something to shake her up a little, show her there’s so much more to life than sitting in her apartment with that weird little dog of hers. I just don’t know what? I’ve tried getting her to hit the town with me, even a bar but nope, says she can’t do it. Sometimes I think she just doesn’t want to get anything on her ridiculously expensive sensible heels. What God loving woman spends that kind of money on sensible heels? Really?”
I let out a huff as my frustration built. I really had to do something about Stella. I had to bring my sister back. That bastard took so much from her; all that’s left is a shell. I miss my sister. Six long year’s I’ve waited for her to come back to me, it’s time to give her a shove in the right direction. But how?
“Why not set her up?” Bray asks.
“Pfft, as if any of the guys I know would be good enough for my baby sister.”
“Hey now! I take offense to that.”
True, if I were to set Stella up with anyone, Bray would probably be at the top of my list of candidates. He’s attractive, ha who am I kidding? Bray is HOT. He’s successful, motivated and an all-round good guy. Apart from being kinda slutty, he’d be perfect for her.
I leaned back from the piece on his left bicep I was working on, coming together nicely. There wasn’t much of Bray that I hadn’t sunk my needle into. I sized him up, it had been a while since I fully checked him out. Friends don’t ogle friends, unless of course they’re scoping them out for their sister.
Bray raised his eye brow at me as if to say, ‘What the Fuck’.
Laughing I explained myself, “Dude, chill. I was just assessing the goods. You might be right about setting Stella up. In fact, I think you’re the right guy for the job.”
He paled instantly, “Wait, what? That’s not where I was going with this.”
“No no, you planted the seed my friend. It’s as good as done. You said you can’t manage the books on your own anymore. Here’s the perfect solution.”
He raised a brow, “What, start sleeping with your sister so she’ll do my books for me? That’s a little sleazy don’t ya think?”
“Geez, not what I meant. Stella is an accountant. Some crap about numbers making sense, always adding up, yada yada, yada. Anyway, I’ll get you an appointment, she can go through your books, you can invite her for coffee, next thing ya know I’ll be wearing a hideously ordinary maid of honour dress at your wedding.”
From the look on Bray’s face he hadn’t picked up on that last part being a joke. Well, kinda. He definitely wasn’t as down with my plan as I’d hoped. His eyes were popping out of his head and a sweat had broken out across his forehead.
“Jumping the fucking gun there a little aren’t ya Sloan! I haven’t even met the chic, and you’re already plannin’ our wedding. You’re frigin crazy! I’m not the marrying kind. You know that.”
I knew it wasn’t anything personal but this is my baby sister we’re talking about. I tend to get a little defensive where she’s concerned, perhaps even a little irrational. I pushed my seat away from Bray and got to my feet, hands fisted on my hips. “You sayin’ my sister isn’t good enough for you arsehole! Well I got news for you, you’d be lucky if Stella spared you a glance, and if she wants to marry you, you’ll God damn do it! You hear me!”
“I knew it, bat shit crazy! You’re off your rocker if you think I’m going to go out with your sister now.” He huffed in annoyance.
“What? Why not? She’s an angel.” I fumed.
“Jesus Sloan, you just told me I have to marry the chic if she takes a fancy to me, and let’s be honest here—”Oh here it comes, he was gesturing up and down his body, and I knew where this was going. “Who wouldn’t want all this?” He had that smug look on his face, like he’s the shit and everybody knows it, including himself.
“Way to be modest Bray.” Rolling my eyes, I started walking away, slipped my phone from my pocket and flicked Stella a text.
~Need a favour baby sister, boss man needs an accountant. You got time?~
I knew I wouldn’t have to wait long for a response, Stella was glued to her phone like it was a lifeline. Plus she was super-efficient, she’d know off the top of her head what appointments were free without having to check with that airhead receptionist of hers.
~1.45 tomorrow. Name? Not a baby!~
A grin spread across my face, she hates it when I call her that. But older is older, even if it is only by 4 minutes.
~Brayden Brooks, 4mins is 4mins baby sister. Xx~
“It’s done Bray; I’ll text you the address. 1:45 Tomorrow.”
I heard him groan as I started clearing my work station. The shop was empty apart from us. We’d hung back so I could get started on his latest piece. It would probably take another session or two before it was done. Mean ass phoenix rising from the ashes. It’ll be beautiful when I’m finished.
“Sloan. Really? I’m not a relationship kinda guy, you know that. I don’t want to screw our friendship over this shit. She’ll want me, I’ll humour her for your benefit but then I’ll get bored and move on, you’ll get pissed and quit. You’re the best I’ve got; I can’t afford to lose you.”
I ignored him, he’d be good for Stella, just the right amount of colour to brighten up her life. Ignoring his bitching I finished cleaning up my station.
“Are you listening to me Sloan? Sloan! Damn it! You’re a stubborn little thing, you know that? I’ll do it, but if things go south, you can’t walk. Deal?”
I rolled my eyes, again. “Deal boss man. Now, beers at Freddie’s?”
“Need you ask?”
We closed up the shop and started the short walk up to our local haunt. Freddie’s was my kinda place. Plenty of beer, hot dudes with hot tats and they had a live band in on Friday and Saturday nights.