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
Beth was gone.Brandon sat on the couch with his head down, his eyes pinned on the golden liquid swirling in the glass in his hand. Just like that, Elizabeth had left. After asking for space, she abruptly showed up two weeks later and all for what? To get him out of his office, hold his hand and give him hope, then leave him wondering? The voices of the emotions that he had been avoiding were back with a vengeance. Brandon chuckled to himself and rose his cups to his lips. He hadn't even gotten a chance to hold her. Maybe it was all for the best? He scoffed at the thought of that. Best indeed. Ignoring the almost painful squeezing sensation in his chest, he stood up and made his way to the kitchen. Refilling his cup, he made his way back to the living room. He had just sat down when the front door flew open. "Macy did it!" Beth shouted, panting loudly, a crazed look in her eyes. His eyes ran down her form, disbelief and confusion both warring for the upper hand inside him. "Macy. S
"Still in hiding," Frederico answered, leaning against the backrest of his chair."You guys don't know where she is?"All Brandon and Frederico did was shrug."I don't believe that."While Brandon looked away, a carefree look on his tired face, Frederico smiled a cryptic smile and said something in portuguese. She watched Brandon nod in agreement. Both men turned to look at her like she was a rare specimen. "Does Macy know of the mafia?" She asked and watched Brandon's expression harden."Yes," Frederico answered."How? Is she also a mafian?""No, but she's involved with some very dangerous people, hence, her ability to watch you. Watch us," Brandon explained."Is your house rigged?""No.""Then how did she know so much about me?""Nothing the right digging can't expose," came his terse reply."Was I ever followed?"His silence answered that question. "You know she's in love with you?"His eyes tore to hers. Frederico smirked a small smirk, enjoying the show."She is in love with c
Beth's heart began to race. Was it the alcohol or were his pupils really dilated? Was he going to kiss her? Did she want him to kiss her? His lips pressed against her cheek in a warm kiss. Her finger tips tingled. That voice in her head became louder. As he pulled back and sent her a smile, she returned his smile with a forced one, suddenly feeling dampened. Why? Her mood had turned sour, just like that. What for?! They were having such a great time! As he led her out, she looked down and realized that she had forgotten her purse in her daze."Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot my purse.""No problem. Want me to go get it for you?""Oh, no, no. It's okay, I'll go myself." She sent him a smile and went back into the room. Reaching their table, she was leaning for her purse when the feeling of being watched drizzled over her. Raising her head, her gaze collided with the blue of the ocean. Her breath halted in her throat as her heart skipped a beat. There, sat a few tables away, was Brandon Wade in
"I know," she admitted on a sigh. "I'm just in a hurry most mornings and too busy all through the afternoons." For a while, he watched her, opting to remain quiet. She went back to her food, maintaining proper table slash couch manners this time. "How about a maid?" She froze, rose her eyes to his, blinked, then smiled through the pasta in her mouth. When he just stared at her, her smile slowly died. "You're serious?" She sputtered and hurriedly swallowed the pasta in her mouth. He nodded. "Brandon," she began, "I can't do that. I can't afford a maid right now," she ended, her tongue sneaking out to swipe at the sauce on her lower lip. "I'll be fine. I'll take better care from now on." "Babe, it's not so obvious, but you've lost weight." Butterflies danced around in her stomach. His gentleness with her caused her heart to skip a beat. "Allow me to do this for you." She instantly shook her head. "No. I'll be fine, you'll see." "Beth, please. You're in danger of giving yourse