Home invasion- I

It was the days like these, when he was travelling in the tube that was stinky, unhygienic, and had two very sketchy people sitting at the end, did he miss travelling by his car in London. A driver that seemed normal now looks like a luxury. A car… God, he missed those. 

Even before the train came to a stop, Brandon stood up and was already standing near the gate. It was not a rush hour, on the contrary, he was quite late in comparison to the time he had been going home daily. 

All the wild Brandon had worked in companies, one belonging to his grandfather and another an MNC, he had always made sure to jot down the time it needed to be done in what time it actually ended up finished. All of this helped him to keep his day on track, and actually be finished by the time he was supposed to go home. It meant that he had no time to waste. However, now that Killian had started putting in trouble here and there, he was off the track. On the day that he was supposed to be free, even with the extra work, which was seven in the evening, he had left the office at 10. 

He could barely keep himself on his feet, the souls aced, and so on. His back joined in on the effort of making his life miserable and now his neck was acting up as well. 

Perhaps we could skip dinner and just go to bed after a shower. He could definitely make a big breakfast tomorrow. 

The silence of the apartment was only needed. So, when he pushed his keys inside and twisted the lock, he expected to hear nothing, but his footsteps walking down after closing the door behind him and locking it firmly. 

"Ah, you're home." 

Brandon jumped and pushed his back against the door, staring with his eyes bulged out as much as possible at the intruder in his house with his laptop bag, raised above his head. 

Killian frowned, staring at Brandon as he stood at the entrance of the living room in the small apartment, which was just a few metres away from pending. "What exactly are you doing?" 

"I-d-do, me?" He stuttered, bringing down his hand by his side, while keeping a palm over his heart. What am I doing? 

"Why don't you start what you are doing inside my house when I sure as hell did not invite you to come in my absence, and I did not give you a key?!" 

Killian gave him a look, going once over his body before turning around to walk inside. Brandon followed him as he heard Killian's answer. 

"There are only a few doors in the world that are not open for me, and I am working on them." Killian turned around and their eyes met. Even though he did not say anything, for some reason, Brandon felt a shiver go down his spine. 

"Work on those doors, do not work on the doors of peoples houses. This is stress passing, and apparently it's a quite big thing in America. Get out of my house." he should not even have to say the last. It was employed that he had to leave the house. 

Killian was one of the people who would never be invited inside his house. In fact, it was a question for after, the first question was what did he get? Why did he get in? 

Scratch that, scratch everything. Killian Archer, his boss, owner of the company, he was working with the guy who made him give a blowjob on the Empire State building was in his house uninvited. 

"Did you hear what I said?" Brandon questioned when Killian started moving around in the kitchen, like he had been with everything. "Get out of my apartment." 

"Do You own this unit?" He asked, turning on the burner and putting a saucepan over it.

"What?" Where did the question come from? "What's it to you?"

He did want to answer it the first time Killian asked the question. But why should he? Killian was the one inside his house passing against everything. Did not deserve to get an answer. 

"You don't." Killian answered for him as a matter of fact. 

"It does not matter if I do or I don't. The lease is in my name, I own it as long as my name is on the lease and I'm paying rent. You don't get to come inside until I invite you." 

"You don't own the unit," Killian turned around to look at him, "but I own the apartment building." 

Own? He owned the apartment building he stayed in?

how come I did not know that? But there is no way of knowing it. What the fuck am I supposed to know who owns the entire apartment building. Hell, I don't even know who I signed the lease with. This is absolutely no way of knowing, but why does he own it? Why— 

No, it does not matter. It does not matter if he owns the building, the fact is that he cannot enter the unit just like that. He has to give prior notice, that much I know for sure. 

"You can't enter an apartment without prior notice. And he did not give me one. In fact, I didn't even know you owned the apartment building—" 

Killian answered without looking up from the stove. "Something tells me that if you did, you wouldn't have considered staying in it. As for your first statement, I don't have to. It's written in the lease agreement. I can come and go as I please." 

What? Brandon felt the blood drain from his face. "That's written in the leasing agreement?" 

His boss nodded. "You did not read it." Killian stated. 

"No," he whispered. Towards the counter where the barstools were. He took a seat and his laptop on the counter beside him. "I did not read it." He cursed in his mind. Why did he not read it? 

Licking his lips, he tried once again. "Despite the agreement that I did not sign because I did not feel, are you going to?"

Killian turned his body halfway to meet his eyes. Even without a word exchanged in between them, Brandon knew what his answer was.