Byron suddenly clapped and jumped off his chair. "I knew it! No one knows my old boy better, I tell ya!" He hollered to whomever bothered to listen. Returning back into his chair to meet the amused face of Brandon, he let out a calming breath and confessed,"I never thought I'd see the day.""What day?""The day a woman humbled you.""And you know i'm humbled, how?""The fact that you were already delivering a heavy speech earlier on what she is, what she isn't and what I should and shouldn't regard her as isn't reason enough?"Brandon rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay, you have made your point. Anything else?""Brand?" Brandon caught the gleam in Byron's eyes. The one that spoke of numerous years of experience. "Yes, dad?" "Nothing good comes easy. Remember that."Brandon nodded once, holding eye contact with his father. "I will.""Whatever ride life takes you on... Enjoy it while it lasts, but never let go of what really matters. You have made me so proud, Brandon Oscar Wade. So proud
"Oh." Her head fell back against his chest and she didn't fight it, and neither did he. His hand continued patting her back like she was his child."He was such an energetic kid. Always wanting to be where the action was, even though he was as shy as they came."That caught her attention. She looked up at him, gobsmacked."Brandon was shy?"She watched him nod, a nostalgic smile on his face. "He was." He then looked down at her. "Is he still shy?"Having not expected that question, Beth blinked, startled. "Uhm... I- I don't know, Byron. He's your child.""He's your man."Her eyelids fluttered. A telltale smug smile lined his lips before he turned his head back to the sky. She rose an affronted and amused brow. He had just wanted to see her shaken, hadn't he?"He broke out of his shy phase when he was fifteen. He is still a bit reserved, though."Beth's head was moving up and down in agreement before she even knew it. "How he broke out of it, it was in the funniest way.""How?" She co
Beth woke up to the blaring of her phone. As the events of a few hours ago barraged into her mind, she hurried for her phone and answered. "Hello?" "His family wants to press charges. They claim assault," Frederico's voice hit her ears. Her heart jumped. "Assault? What?! He assaulted me!" "That's why the Wades are fighting back." "Oh my goodness." She ran shaky hands down her face. "Frederico, he touched me inappropriately. I didn't do anything wrong by defending myself, did I?" "No, but his family has power. But, so does Brandon." Her heart stilled. "Does he know?" Her voice came out in a whisper. "Turn on the tv," was all Frederico said. With dread licking at her heels, she dashed out of her room, her eyes quickly scanning over Sherlie's, Brian's and Colby's pensive faces before turning the the tv. Her face was pasted all over it. The news of what had happened at the function was what was being broadcasted. 'It has been reported that Benedict Rutherford, son of the owner o
Elizabeth blinked and blinked again."What?"She felt like there was a haze over her eyes. "I-is it because I haven't been to work in a long time? You told me to stay till the heat died down and-""Elizabeth, it's not that--""-and you even refused to have me work from home. I don't get-- what did I do?""Nothing." She watched him fully turn to face her and for the first time, saw regret flash through his eyes. "You didn't do anything.""So?!" She bit out, desperate for an answer. Lola whined from behind Beth's room door. "What, then? What happened?""I just--""Business happened." Beth's wide eyes flew to the intruder and she frowned, confused and suddenly feeling cornered. Her eyes darted between them. When the alarm bells in her head went from ringing to clanging, she rose slowly."Why are you here, Valentina?" Caldwell growled, his voice carrying hints of subdued anger. With an oh so confident smirk on her face, Valentina Williams slowly spun around in a circle, eyes examining
Adamant on staying partially erect till she'd said her piece, Brandon gave up on trying to get her up and just sat on the ground."And-and so tiny." Her wavering voice reached Brandon's ears. Applying gentle force, he grabbed her shoulders and eased her away. Tears leaked down the sides of her face and cheeks. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, her mouth in a pregnant, childish pout."What's wrong, persik? Why're you crying?""Frederico never wears tights," she sputtered.Brandon blinked, frowned, then blinked again. "Uh...""Tink-tinkerbell wears tights," she got out on a sob. "And shoes with pompoms. Frederico doesn't even wear dresses."Even whilst confusion gnawed at him, his lips began curving up in a rougish smile, prompted wider by Frederico's muted words of annoyed disagreement. "You want him to wear a dress?"Frederico's declining yell was all too amusing. Whimpering sadly, Beth nodded. "And shoes with pompoms?" "And tights.""Then he will."Her eyes instantly grew t
Lola's eyebrows rose and fell with the movement of her eyes as she watched the two humans, her head on her paws. Elizabeth's eyes remained trained on Brandon. If he was nervous at all, he didn't show it. Asides the tiny smile that remained on the ends of his lips, his face remained expressionless. "There is nothing to be allowed, Brandon," she dropped, got up and began for the kitchen. "Why is that?" She looked back to see him following her. Turning back, she shrugged. "You're with Megan. I'm not your home." "I'm not with Megan." That caused Beth to stop. She turned to face him, her brows turned down. "You two broke up? What happened?" Brandon rose a brow at the concern he heard in her voice. "We were never together." He watched her eyes take on the hue of confusion. "What?" "We were never together." "But... That can't be right," she mumbled to herself. "It is. Megan and I were never together." Beth's eyes found his and after a few seconds of staring, crossed her arms a
Tears rushed to her eyes. Cupping his face, she rose his head. "Anima gemella," she whispered, giving him the tenderest of smiles. When he frowned, confused at her tears, she chuckled shakily. "I feel so honored that you let me see all this. See you." She nodded solemnly, holding his gaze. "Thank you. For you, I will not doubt myself again. I see now that my fear was unnecessary. You have never tired to butt in and make me feel incapable. It was just a stupid fear. I'm sorry." A gentle hand cupped her cheek, his thumb catching a tear even as a smile remained on her lips. "Just don't push me away," he whispered, his eyes beseeching. She shook her head. "Never." Never again. Her lips crashed down on his. They shared a gentle, passionate and sealing kiss. A kiss of a promise made and established. A kiss of new beginnings and revealed personalities. A kiss... Of love. With her forehead resting against his, she sniffled and said quietly, "In case you haven't gotten the memo, I'm you
The next morning met Brandon grumpily returning home to change and join Beth for a church service, and Beth being all too happy about her newly gained freedom. After a three hour long, rather jovial and peaceful service, Beth made Brandon drive them to a local restaurant where she treated them to spicy burritos and tacos that tasted so good, it was downright sinful. From there, they made their way to their favorite chocolate shop, and parking a street away, Brandon got out after Beth, intertwined their fingers and began leading her to the shop. "You know a photo could be taken of us like this, right?" She warned in passing, a happy smile on her face. Brandon glanced down at her, his eyes shielded by his dark shades. His head then veered around. "Oh yeah? You think someone's watching?" She shrugged a shoulder. "Could be." "Well then, let's give whomever it is a show." She looked up in time for his mouth to descend upon hers. Beth looked up at the dark gray blocks of her apartmen