One Wild Night

Sonia looked at Bryan guiltily while he moved around the house in his wheelchair. She still found it funny that they had decided to get him an electronic wheelchair for a minor sprain instead of crutches. Weren't they being a little too much?

"I really did not mean to cause you any trouble," Sonia said with a sigh. He had been pissed off ever since he was told about the reality show, and she could understand why. If her manager slash editor decided to host a reality show in her personal space, she would be just as pissed.

She had been apologizing to him for over three hours already, yet he was either ignoring her or making snide remarks. Perhaps it was time to change her approach to a more effective one.

"You didn't mean to cause me any trouble? Isn't that what you have been doing from the moment you came into my life?" Bryan asked with a scoff.

Here we go!

"Like I came into your life on my own," Sonia responded with a scoff of her own, making Bryan glare at her.

"Are you here to apologize or fight?" He hissed at her irritably. What sort of a person was this? She couldn't even stick to something as simple as an apology. It was as though she was always waiting for the perfect opportunity to fight with him so that she could say something.

"I've had enough. It's time for me to leave..."

"You won't dare!" Bryan snapped at her making her giggle.

"Why not? It's not like you can stop me. You can't even walk," Sonia said, and gave a short derisive laugh, which made Bryan glare at her.

"Don't think I will let you walk in and out of my life as you please," Bryan growled.

"You have always wanted me out of your life, haven't you? Why are you trying to stop me now? Besides if I should leave now and tell them we've broken up over an unresolvable misunderstanding, I'm sure the reality show will be canceled. And then all your problems will disappear along with me," Sonia said using her hands to make a waving gesture in the air.

Bryan looked at her, as he tried to figure out what was going on in her head. Was she serious? Or was she plotting something again? He just couldn't seem to understand or trust this lady. The best place to have her was under his roof where he could keep an eye on her. Only God knew under what rock she would hide after leaving his house.

"No. You can't leave," Bryan said, making Sonia raise a brow.

Sonia tried to hide a smile as she raised a brow, "And why not?"

"We have an agreement, remember? Besides, Didn't you say you were going to write about us? What do you plan to do about our story if you leave now?" Bryan asked not realizing that he had stopped being angry and was now more focused on trying to get her to stay.

Sonia sighed dramatically, "Well, as you said, it won't make an interesting story anyway, so I don't think there is any need to go on such an unfruitful adventure with you. I will go and pack up my stuff, get me my laptop now that you can move freely," Sonia said and walked away very quickly before the laughter that was bubbling inside her would erupt.

Bryan turned his wheelchair in the direction Sonia had gone, and watched her as she walked away. Did she really mean it? Why did she want to leave all of a sudden? Was it because of his angry reaction concerning the reality show? Bryan wondered with a frown. It was now very obvious that she really didn't care about him as she had said, else how could she decide to leave just like that? His ego was bruised, since no lady had ever treated him this way.

After all that talk earlier about wanting to frustrate him... Not that he actually wanted to be frustrated by her... But she was all talk and no action, Bryan thought with a scowl as he headed for the bedroom.

Meanwhile, once Sonia walked into the bedroom, her body shook as she burst into laughter. That had been easier than she had thought it would be. She paused by the closet door, placing her right forefinger on the tip of her nose as she thought of what had just transpired between her and Bryan. Was he that naive? How could he not know that she was just turning the table on him? Perhaps it was because he had never been in a real relationship, if he had, he would have learned the fine art of turning tables by now.

Once she heard the sound of his wheels she quickly took out her luggage box and started making a show of opening the drawers and taking her clothes from the hangar.

"It's late already. You can't leave," Bryan said from the doorway as he watched her throw her clothes inside the box.

"Isn't that why there are hotels? Don't worry, I will be fine," Sonia assured him without turning to look at him, lest he sees the amusement on her face.

"Don't you think the reality show might help make our story more interesting?" Bryan asked, making Sonia pause.

Our story? He had said that the first time and she had thought it was a mistake, yet he was saying it again, "It is MY story, not our story," Sonia corrected.

"As long as it's about the both of us, it's our story. So answer my question," Bryan said, still staring at her from the doorway.

"Why? You are suddenly interested in the same reality show you were giving me a hard time over all day?" Sonia asked with a snort as she turned around to glare at him.

She must really be pissed, Bryan thought with a sigh when he saw the glare in her eyes. He had been angry no doubt, and they both knew he had every right to be mad. Maybe he had taken it too far and shouldn't have taken it out on her since she wasn't the one who had asked the CEO to come up with such a stupid plan... Okay, maybe the plan wasn't so stupid since it would also help him stay occupied, even though he hated the idea of doing it in his personal sanctuary.

"I'm willing to let go of the fact that your Instagram post gave him that godforsaken idea... We had an agreement, so let's honor it," Bryan said reasonably.

"So you have decided to do the reality show?" Sonia asked, leaning on the doorway of the closet with one hand on her waist as she looked at him.

"It will give you the exposure you need as a writer, and as Jeff said, it will help take care of my trouble with the producer and directors," Bryan said matter of factly, making Sonia narrow her eyes at him.

"And when did you become so reasonable to come to this conclusion?" Sonia asked, doubting that he had come to this conclusion just within the last couple of minutes since her false outburst.

Seeing that she had stopped throwing her clothes into the box, Bryan moved further into the bedroom, "I was thinking about it before you picked a fight with me. I'm beginning to think picking a fight with me is your hobby, or should I say your area of expertise?" Bryan asked eyeing her with mild annoyance.

"You started the fight, didn't you? Sonia asked defensively as she returned to packing her box.

"I thought we agreed that you're not leaving anymore, and we are going to just do the reality show?" Bryan asked with a frown.

"I don't have to do the show from your bedroom, do I? I will move to any of the other bedrooms. I'm glad you now have a means of locomotion. At least I can have a good night's sleep now," Sonia said as she shut the box before turning to look at him.

"Once I settle in, I will be in the kitchen to fix dinner. Make sure to join me there so that we can get our love story straight for the show," Sonia ordered before rolling the luggage box out of the room, leaving Bryan staring after her speechlessly.

Did she just order him in his own house?