Eight Brothers Fiancee (Love by Numbers 7)

I tried to keep my eyes on Alexa’s face despite the fact that she was wearing a pair of running shorts, that just barely covered her ass, and a tank top that offered a fair amount of cleavage. She was doing the same thing to me that she had done to be back in my brother’s office during her interview. She was commanding in person, even just in the way that she watched you through her steely, gray eyes, daring you to make a move. She was a truly intriguing creature.

“You can call me Alexa,” she said, grinning.

“Rogan.” We pressed on down the boulevard, past the park, and down to a point where I knew it’d be a two mile hike back, but I didn’t care.

“Well, Rogan, thanks to you and your brothers, I’m relocating to a place much closer than my current apartment.

“Ah, so you decided to take us up on our offer to home you somewhere closer?”

“Based on my new job descriptions, it’ll be good for me to be as close as possible. I went and viewed it this morning, and now I’m running down to cafe avenue and I’m gonna meet up with Sadie.”

Sadie was one of our (Jett and mine's) newest catalog models, and also happened to be the wife of Dante, the man who owned half of Foxx enterprise due to the shady beginning dealings between his father and mine.

“Don’t tell me you’re looking into that job offer she made you.” Sadie looked at me with wide eyes as I said it and I laughed. “Heh, it’ll be good for you to learn which brothers are closest. There’s not a thing Jett learns that doesn’t make its way to me. Harley and Huxley aren’t the only ones as tied as they are.”

“Okay,” Alexa said, “so school me. Harley and Huxley, the twins, obviously. You and Jett?”

“Quentin and Keaton, but it’s really because Quentin is the only one who tolerates Keaton.”

“What’s wrong with Keaton?”

I sighed, thinking of my aloof, stubborn ‘surfer bro’ brother. “You know that phrase ‘You can take a man out of the streets, but you can’t take the streets out of the man?’ That’s Keaton. Don’t get me wrong. He’s one of the most business-wise among us. He can look at a burning dumpster and go ‘Give me a month, and that dumpster will be worth $50,000.’ and damn it if he wouldn’t be right, but he’s stubborn, just does whatever he wants; he’s just plain difficult to deal with, but Quentin and Keaton just make a good pair. Keaton picks out a block of ice to sell to eskimos and Quentin convinces em to pay stock, plus tax and overhead. Thanks to Quentin, Keaton can run rampant with his hairbrained schemes, and thanks to Keaton’s hairbrained schemes, Quentin has made more money for just being his charismatic self than anyone in America. So they stick together like glue.”

“Hey, if it works,” Alexa responded. “So, does that leave Maverick and Delvin?”

I nodded. “I suppose you could say that. Mav and Del…” I chuckled. “They’re good guys, but they’re both jaded to shit. They started the record label, and it grew because neither of them is afraid to get in and get their hands dirty. Part of me thinks the reason they’re so close is because the other one is the only one of us either of them sees on equal ground. If you see them start to scrap though, grab a bucket of popcorn and get as far away as possible.”

Alexa laughed. “Wow. I imagine having seven brothers get pretty complicated. Thanks for the tips. I imagine that--”

Before Alexa could finish her sentence, her foot caught a piece of raised pavement and she started to tumble from her feet. I reached out and grabbed her arm in just enough time to keep her from slamming that beautiful face on the concrete, but as I tried to correct her stance and get her back on her feet, she whimpered and started to stumble.

“Okay, okay, hang on.” I clung on to her and scanned the nearby park for a place to sit. A woman sitting with her child on a bench noticed us struggling and waved us down. I carried Alexa over and helped her sit. “Thanks,” I said as the woman and her child walked away. I knelt in front of Alexa and took the foot she tripped off of up onto my knee. “You mind if I take a look?”

Alexa tilted her head. “What are you, some sort of doctor too?”

I smirked. Alexa wasn’t afraid to bust balls, and I liked it. “I dabble in all sorts of things. I think you’ll find that my brothers and I are all multi-talented people. A lot of what we do with our spare time is take up studies other than our main fields. That’s a trait we all got from our old man. He always says ‘The day you stop learning, you start dying.’” I noticed that there was no response from Alexa, so I looked up at her. “What?”