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
She expressed feigned understanding, then gave up when the name rang no bell, whatsoever. When she rose both brows in expectancy, he almost laughed. "You don't recognize the name?"Her brows scrunched up as she tried racking her brain. When she came up dry, she returned her eyes go his and said,"Uh... No? Am I supposed to?"He stared at her for a while. Then, slowly, a smile began budding on his face. Seconds later, he was chuckling. "What?" Beth asked, wondering if she was missing something. "Nothing," he shrugged, smiling lightly. Oh, how he loved her. "Huh. Am I supposed to know her?" She repeated."No," he replied. "Not at all."She narrowed her eyes, feeling lost and even more curious. "Why is she unwanted?"He shrugged lazily.She tilted her head to the side, silently urging him on."I just don't want to see her," he stated."Just like that?"He shrugged again. "Why did she come to you?""She said she wanted to be friends," he responded, scoffing at the remembrance of just
After waking up as early as 6:24 a.m., Elizabeth got down to pray and proceeded to order herself a baby blue two piece and a swim truck for Brandon, one of a darker blue colour. Later that morning, as they ate breakfast, the door bell went off. After retrieving the package, she carried it into her room, excitedly calling out,"Brandon, what time are we leaving?""Uh... Around three. Why?""Come here, please." She dropped the package on her bed and promptly sat down to rip into it. "What's up?" She heard and turned. Seeing Brandon, she picked up the swim trunks and took them to him."Here," she said, feeling somewhat nervous. Brandon looked at her hand, took in the unsure look on her face, then looked back at her hand and smiled in amusement. "I ordered you something to swim in. I don't know if you'll like it, I just... You can switch it out with something else if you like." As he took it from her, her hand nervously flew up to scratch her temple. As he examined the trunks, she aske
The kiss was different. It was urgent, but not forceful. It ranged somewhere in between desperation and gentle warmth. Slowly, her arms went around his neck, pulling the six feet, five inches of pure male testosterone closer. In return, he grunted and tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. Just when their tongues touched, he pulled back abruptly. "You can't wear this out there," he growled.Panting, she asked, "Why?"His eyes went from one of hers to the other, then lifted her and deposited her directly atop him.Her eyes widened."That's why.""Y-you can uh, hide it, m-maybe?" She stuttered, her eyelids fluttering. "I'm not the problem. Other males will be all over you.""Oh." That was all her brain could produce."Unless we can rip off some flesh, we have to do something about this."" 'Rip off some flesh' ? Rip off what flesh? I'm small compared to you and some of the women out there.""You are not tiny. Definitely not in some places," Brandon said, openly directing his
Beth eyes slowly went from Brandon's wide eyes to Macy's smirking face. Sherlie's eyes darted between Brandon and Macy's naked top half, enraged at how Macy didn't even make an attempt to cover herself. Colby just rose a brow, lost as to what the heck was going on. Elizabeth's expression went from grim to bare in a second. Brandon's heart pounded a strong rhythm in his chest. "Baby," he whispered. "I swear, it's not what it looks like."Colby's eyes darted between Brandon and Beth. As realization slowly hit him, his eyes widened."Fucking hell!" He roughly ran a hand through his hair.Her eyes finding their way back to Brandon's, Beth said with a light voice,"Come with me." Glancing one last time at the partially naked and undeniably stunning woman behind Brandon, she turned on her heels and found her way out of the room. As she strolled down the long, empty hall, she heard following footsteps. The situation was almost comical. Catching the handle of the third door she passed by, s
Two weeks. It had been two weeks since that night. Two weeks since she had seen Brandon. He had been there in the hospital when the doctor had told them that she had passed out because of stressed. The thought of getting out of the house and everything that followed afterwards had obviously taken a toll on her. She was happy that she had gotten out of the house, though. Very happy. She couldn't have stopped Brandon from holding her hand that night. She also couldn't have stopped her heart from melting everytime he had pleaded with her to reconsider. Seeing a man like Brandon beg was... It was definitely something. She had told him to give her some time and some space to think and had moved into Sherlie's. For the past two weeks, he had done just that. No texts, no calls, nothing. Did she like it? No. Did she need it? Yes. She missed him so much, but she needed to think of a solution, or even search to see if there was a solution, without seeing his face all around the place. She needed