"I can-""Shh." He rose his eyes to hers, then looked down to the angry finger imprints around her neck. She watched as the simmering anger in his eyes boiled over. Bowing her head in resignation, she let him wash her in her bra and panties. In that moment, she didn't care. Her mind wandered. She drifted in and out of her body, remembering words that cut through her, and images that caused her heart to pound against her ribcage. When a hand landed on her shoulder, she flinched, spun around, and instantly cried out in pain."Fuck, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."Her knees buckled. He caught her and with his arms around her waist, helped her out of the shower cubicle. In the bathroom's front space, he draped her in a towel and led her into the room. Handing her a robe, he briefly left the room for her to put it on, and to hand Lola over to the vet who'd come at his beckoning. Knocking twice, he stepped back into the room, holding a cup of grape juice. Beth sat on the bad, ramrod straight. Sitting
She forced air into her lungs and held it before slowly letting go. After repeating the procedure a few more times, her racing heart began to slow down. Her lungs didn't feel as tight."That's right, baby girl. Breathe in and out. Good," Brandon spoke in her ear.She looked to Brandon with tired eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry." Brandon watched Beth's eyes close as she fell asleep. Sherlie and Brian who had been stood at her room's door watching the whole ordeal, followed Brandon after he partially left the door open and went to the living room.Unable to sit, Brandon began pacing the length of the living room."I have never seen Beth that scared before. Ever." As he ranted, he racked his brain. What could have possibly made her react like that? She had looked so scared and helpless. She was plain terrified. With a puzzled look on his face, Brian pulled out a dining chair and lowered onto it. Sherlie stood with her back against the wall, deep in thought."What happened before we came i
Brandon went quiet, darting his eyes from one of hers to the other. Because I am stuck in love with you. "Well, because...." He trailed a finger down her face. ".... Because you are my Elizabeth, and I adore you. You and all your craziness," he said, making a face at the last part that made her laugh. His heart lifted at the sound of her laughter. "I feel..." She exhaled with a smile on her face. "I feel better. So much more better. Thank you, Brandon. Thank you." "Thank you for talking to me." "You have done more smiling and shown more emotions today than I have ever seen you show in public," she teased. "Has Brandon Wade gone soft?" His expression changed. He feigned a military look so quickly, she blinked in surprise. "Don't push it." She threw her head back and cackled. Hiding a giddy smile, he got out of bed and began for the door. "Come get breakfast," he called out behind him. Once he was at the doors she called to him. He turned around to look at her. "Don't take a
As she spoke, she made a conscious effort to move all around the room, touching things and letting things catch her attention. She hoped it would help shake off her arousal. She also hoped she would be turned around when he came out of the bathroom. She heaved out a sigh of relief when she heard the water stop hitting the floor, and the patter of feet that followed. Upon stepping out of the bathroom, Brandon smiled at the image she painted. His woman, in his space, curiously examining his things. Deciding to not interrupt her talking, he carried on into the closet. A few minutes later, he came out in a red t-shirt and black shorts. "Yup," he responded to a question she randomly asked. Beth turned when she heard him right behind her. She took in his fit. Better, but not much. Those shorts did nothing to disguise his toned thighs, and the shirt loosely hugged his torso. When he leaned towards her, familiarity made her wrap her arms around his neck. His palms took a hold of her thighs an
"Elizabeth, you are being unreasonable." "Unreasonable?!" She yelled, unable to hold it in. "I am being 'unreasonable'?! You have the guts to-- okay," she abruptly ended, nodding her head. "Okay," she repeated. He watched her turn around and reach for a plate. His eyes followed her as she dished rice into the plate and drizzled her sauce on top. She then turned around and walked out of the kitchen, breezing past him. He stood there, listening to her retreating footsteps. A few seconds later, he heard her room door close. Overcome with confusion, annoyance and disbelief, he was heading out of the kitchen when his phone buzzed. Yanking it out of his pocket, he read a single text from Brian. 'Brandon!!!' He scrunched up his face. What was his problem? Unlocking his phone, he went to text Brian back when he saw he had 4 unread messages from him. The first message was a link. The second message read, 'Beth and Sherlie saw this at 1 a.m. She's deleted it, but a lot of people already rep
Gritting her teeth, she shut off the water and got out of the bathroom. Lola followed, licking up the water that trailed down her legs. She dressed up and sat on the floor with Lola, rubbing her fur and petting her, seeking a distraction. When her butt began to feel numb and she was tired of stewing in her gloomy mood, she got up and called to Lola. They both went to the door. Upon hearing her door's lock click, Brandon pushed against the wall he had been leaning against with his hands in his pockets and stood straight. She looked at him, mildly wondering at the amount of time he had stood there for. He took the scowl on her face, the slight dip of her brows and her slumped shoulders. All tell tail signs that she was not in a pleasant mood. As if called by the universe to prove his suspicion right, he saw the closed shut and icy look that suddenly entered her eyes. She tried for an erect position and breezed past him, saying,"Don't talk to me."Brandon let out a deep sigh. "Elizabeth
The next morning, Brandon walked into the living room to find Beth in a pair of black booty shorts and a white t-shirt crop top, with her hair all askew in a messy bun, dancing to a native Italian music, the mop she was using to clean the floor serving as her dance partner. His brows shot up. His eyes sought out the source of the music and true enough, he spotted her phone sat atop a black boom box on the dining table. As his eyes found their way back to her dancing body, a smile began budding on his face. He slunk back into the hallway and leaned against the wall to watch. Beth, oblivious to his presence, fluidly moved her body in time to the beat of the song, twirling her dance partner along with her. As she swiped the wet floor with the mop hairs at intervals, she moved her waist every which way, entirely drugged by the song. Brandon watched her hips twist and grind in ways that had his mouth drying out, pleasantly surprised at her fluidity. What a sight to wake up to. She dipped
Beth strolled into the kitchen and blindly pressed her body into Brandon's, closing her eyes in exhaustion. Brandon who had been leaned against a counter eating an apple, wrapped an arm around her, hiding a smile behind his apple. "How's training with Frederico going?""I will get you back for this," she muttered tiredly. He threw his head back and laughed. It had been three weeks since Frederico had started teaching her self defense and in all that time, she had only been able to make him smile twice. Twice! Her body had hit the mat more times than she could count, and that was him being gentle. How about victory? Victory who? Victory had become a stranger to her. The closest she had come to flattening Frederico was by slapping his bum. When he'd frozen in shock, she sent her foot into the back of his knee and even then, he only fell to one knee! That was it. No victory whatsoever. Huffing, she pulled away and glared up at him. "You try going up against Frederico.""He has," Freder
EPILOGUE One year later Brandon had travelled exactly six months after the birth of his daughter, needing to complete the project in Australia and then another in Africa. They had made a habit of speaking over video calls every day, and while it was not what Brandon wanted, he still got to watch his daughter grow. He got to hear her say her first words and was even lucky enough to see her take her first steps. Bernice was one of those kids who maintained their hair and eye colors from birth and she was absolutely gorgeous. Every time he looked at his daughter and woman, he couldn’t help but feel so thankful and protective. What would he do when she was grown enough to start going out with boys? It rose his blood pressure just thinking about it. Beth was just happy she had had Brandon for the early stages because heaven knew that it hadn’t been easy. Bernice had turned one just two days ago and was already walking, howbeit unsteadily, pronouncing a few words, had a small set o
Brandon left a week later.Not being able to accompany him because her doctor had advised against it, and being fully aware that it was a five months long trip, Beth had spent numerous nights lying in tears and even more nights lying awake. Even though they spoke as much as they could over the phone and she fell asleep to the sound of his voice a lot of the time, it still wasn’t enough. Nothing beat his physical presence. At her eighth month, Jasmine and Byron had appeared at the house and bundled her and Lola away, much to Micah’s delight. Comforting herself with the fact that she was now an aunt, Beth took to caring for her new nephew, Malachi, Sherlie as much as she could. It was a welcome distraction herself from her loneliness, too. “Beth?” She had just put the sleeping Malachi in his crib. She turned and watched Sherlie enter.“There you are. He’s asleep?”She nodded, smiling.Sherlie had her hand and was pulling her out the next second. Beth rolled her eyes an
Dedicating a whole five minutes one morning to begging her not to do anything she shouldn’t and then going ahead to prepare her a healthy breakfast of steak and vegetables because she just absolutely loved her meat, Brandon finally went and got ready for work, then devoted another five minutes into pleading with her to eat and rest. As a plus, he had somehow gotten the eight months pregnant Sherlie to leave work and come spend time with her. That afternoon, she ended up fussing over Sherlie and lulling her to sleep. Sherlie’s pregnancy wasn’t a walk in the park either and as she neared her due date, extra care had to be taken. Though, how she escaped the horrible nausea and got to go to work and do whatever she wanted, Beth didn’t know. Lucky.Rebalancing on the feet, Beth heaved and planted her hands on her waist. Looking up, she licked her dry lips and sighed. It was further than it looked. Pulling in a deep breath, she pushed up on her tiptoes again and stretched up as far as she c
After throwing up that morning and sending Brandon a small, pleading smile, they relaxed together a bit and then went for the party. No sooner than her feet touched the ground of Brian and Sherlie’s home did a wave of dizziness, so strong and overwhelming, hit her. Somehow, she was able to strengthen her grip on the car door and avoid falling to the ground. Brandon was out of the car and beside her in no time.“Beth—”“I’m okay. I promise.” She took his hand and squeezed lightly. “I’m fine,” she reaffirmed, pleading with her eyes.He was going to haul her away and apologize later when Brian and Sherlie showed up.“Beth!”She turned and went to embrace her best friend and Brandon watched her go, glaring at her back. Smiling at the hugging women, Brian approached and extended a hand to Brandon. Brandon clasped it and pulled him in for a brotherly hug.“What’s wrong, man?”Brandon glanced at the women who were now making their way into the house practically glued at the hips and said, “S
Two years later…Brandon watched his sleeping wife with a worried look on his face.She had returned from work earlier looking rather pale and drained. When he had asked her what was wrong, she had given him a weak smile and waved him off. Mere minutes later, he’d found her asleep on the couch with her laptop open in front of her. His worry had begun when he had carried Beth, the usually light sleeper, up to the room and she hadn’t budge. Not once. Less than forty minutes later, Micah had called to ask how she was. Apparently, she had been sick in the office earlier, after which she passed out. After assuring Micah, Brandon sat, lost. Why hadn’t she told him? What was wrong with her?By the time she awoke three hours later, he already had dinner ready and waiting. Pulling her down on his lap at the dining table, he held her there and just watched her eat. Beth turned after a while and finally asked,“What’s up?” His silence was unusual. After observing her for a while, he sigh
Elizabeth pulled in a deep, sharp breath and froze as pain like no other whipped and tore through her. Her body revolted instantly and wanted the intruder out with a desperation that threatened to drive her mad. She wasn’t aware of the tears that had built up and were flowing down her cheeks until she felt a gentle thumb brush against it and cup it. Then, Brandon’s ragged breaths reached her ears.Brandon was beside himself with ardent shock and raw bliss. His strength had never been put to the test like it was then. He had thought the initial opening was tight, but then…“Fuck.”His jaw was clamped shut. His body trembled. She was so tight, it was almost painful. Everything within him roared so harshly, he had trouble breathing. Yet, he remained still, stretching the quickly thinning walls of his self-control. She clung on to him like a second skin, squeezing for all she was worth. He couldn’t tell where he ended and where she begun.So tight.So very tight.“Fucking hell.” Fighting
When Brandon woke up, the sun was on its way to setting and beautiful hues of pink, light brown and the palest purple decorated the sky, giving it an eye capturing glow. The light of the sky danced into the room through the open slide doors, accompanied by the gentle evening breeze, bathing the room in gentle lights even as the breeze lifted the transparent curtains, giving the room an ethereal, peaceful feel. It was a story book sight. One a photographer would love to capture. Absolutely gorgeous, yet, as extraordinary as it was, Brandon found himself sneered and captured by the nymph partially atop him. She moved in her sleep, grazing his sleep hardened manhood with her thigh, and he closed his eyes and let out a groan.“Sorry,” she mumbled.He opened his eyes and looked down at her. At the same time, she rose sleep softened eyes up at him and smiled.“Hey.”He returned her smile. “Hey.”“Did you sleep well?”She dragged her thigh over his bulge as he went to respond and watched hi
Looking at the door, she bit her lip in contemplation and, finally making up her mind, pushed the door open. The sound of water pelting the floor reached her ears and she paused, staring at the closed shower glass. He was taking a bath? Not knowing whether to stay or go, in the next few seconds, Beth just stood there and twiddled her thumbs in thought, deciding to be brave at the last second. Creeping to the closed shower doors, she glanced behind her once to check that the door was still open just in case she needed to bolt, then rose a small fist and knocked the glass. “Brandon?” Water kept pouring. Being able to make out his blurry form through the thick, wet glass, she waited and watched, squinting her eyes to catch a reaction. Resisting the urge to press her face against the glass, she relieved her eyes of the strain and settled for waiting. No response. Pulling and biting on her cheek wall, she glanced around and knocked again. “Brandon?” She counted down the seconds, but
The next day was claimed by work, bright and early. While that was a damper, Beth took it all in good stride. After all, she was a firm believer in doing anything to get what you want.While Brandon sat at his desk in his newly incorporated home office receiving calls, sorting faxed files and taping away at his laptop, Beth was with him every step of the way, being the perfect distraction. When she wasn’t helping him sort through his papers, she was playing with Lola, bending over, taking off items of clothing—because of the terrible heat—whispering in his ear what she could just say out loud, laughing softly, or just plain staring, and whenever he caught her, she would hold his gaze, smile and turn away.2 p.m. rolled around and deciding that he needed to see some people in person and get other things sorted, Brandon announced that he was making a quick trip to the office. Now, what kind of a wife would Beth be if she didn’t tag along? After ensuring that Lola had enough food and wat