The CEO’ s second choice novel Chapter 49

　　Elena

　　“Ugh, you simply must, Elena,” Isaac says yet again in that Scottish accent of his that I love so much. He was currently trying to convince me to come to the MacGowan Biannual family gathering. “I already told you I hate these things!” I say, yet again, but he only rolls his eyes, then smirks devilishly. Oh, no. I know this smile all too well. This smile got me in trouble in my second week here at Exeter when he made me ask a professor for their number just to slip it to him. Did I forget to mention that he was a naughty bastard?

　　“Well, Edgar Cooke will be there, but I guess you hate these things too much to come,” He says and turns to walk away. But I grab his wrist and pull him back. “Excuse me, tart?” I ask him and see his grin growing to supervillain levels. “Yes, Edgar Cooke will be there. You know, your favourite author and all. Did I forget to mention that he’s my godfather? And I asked him to come as a favour but it’s okay I’ll tell him to leave it and revoke your invitation.”

　　“The heck you will!” I exclaim, knowing this was only a ruse to get me to come, but I admit defeat and give in, taking my invitation from him. He laughs and kisses my cheek. “You’re going to Hell for bribing me like this, Isaac. Shame on you!” I say with a pout, but he only flutters his amazingly long eyelashes at me and laces his arms with mine as we walk to our next class.

　　Isaac was a tall, sophisticated guy who made red hair look extremely sexy. He had piercing blue eyes and a fashion sense that could put me to shame I suppose being openly gay does that to some of those that were out of the closet. He had a little fan club of females trying to turn him straight but, as he said “I am as straight as a screw, lovies.” We clicked on my first day here and I am so thankful to him for befriending me.

　　“Canny wait! It will be brilliant, I promise.” He says, and I sigh. Then I remembered something. “Will Anabelle be there?” I ask and see him roll his eyes. I couldn’t understand why he did not like Anabelle. There was just a weird atmosphere around these two when they were in the same room together. So much so that I never invite them to the same thing together. “Nae, and I will not have her there.” He says with such acid behind his tone that I stop to look at him. “Okay, I’ve had enough of this, Isaac. Will you tell me why you hate Anabelle so?” I ask, having grown tired of their pettiness with one another. Anabelle was exactly the same when I spoke about Isaac to her.