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
That possessive psycho! Elizabeth huffed in indignation as she added the chunks of the cut up bistecca alla fiorentina on top of the rice and tomato sauce in the flask. Sprinkling parsley on it, she left it open and hurried for her room. She was going to be late if she didn't get a move on it. The subway waited for no man! Taking one last look at her white silk shirt tucked into her black, straight skirt in the mirror, she quickly threw on her light brown chesterfield coat and leopard print heels, then picked up her bag and hurried back to the kitchen. Covering the flask and gently placing it in a tote bag, she put in a tissue wrapped plastic spoon and retrieved the bottle of orange juice from the fridge, then turned off the lights and headed out the door, hastily locking it behind her. She powered down the stairs and was on the road in record time. She was about to turn down the corner when she heard,"Excuse me?"She turned and found a man with salt and pepper hair smiling at her.
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