As Brandon arrived at the Casino, his heart pounded in his chest, the situation's urgency driving him forward. His eyes scanned the dimly lit surroundings, searching desperately for any sign of Kinsey.Suspecting Harold's dirty business and remembering what they did to Kinsey the first time they met, he searched every VIP room until he heard a familiar scream of a woman nearby. He moved quicker until he found the right room and opened it with force.As Brandon burst into the room, his fists clenched in fury, his entire body seemed to radiate with anger. His eyes burned with determination as he surveyed the scene before him. The sight of Kinsey tied in bed amidst a group of menacing figures, shirtless, and her expression filled with fear only fueled Brandon's rage.Kinsey struggled to get off the rope and seemed unable to recognize Brandon. What did they do to her? Despite being mad about why Kinsey had returned to this unlicensed Casino, he couldn't deny that he didn't want any harm t
While their kiss deepened passionately, Kinsey's desperation grew. She could not resist the overwhelming urge to touch Brandon even more. Her fingers traced the contours of his body, seeking solace in the warmth of his skin. Brandon's own desires mirrored Kinsey's, his body responding eagerly to her touch.With each caress, Brandon felt a surge of arousal coursing through him, his senses heightened by Kinsey's intoxicating presence. Their kiss was filled with longing and desire, each touch igniting a fire that burned hot and bright between them. In the darkness of the car, they were free to express the depth of their feelings without fear or inhibition.Brandon couldn't quite fathom why she had such a profound effect on him. Sure, he had been with other women before, but none had stirred his desires as Kinsey did. She seemed so inexperienced, yet her allure was undeniable, and he could not resist her."Brandon, please... I need you to touch me even more," Kinsey's voice trembled with
Kinsey's eyes fluttered open, her heart racing as she tried to piece together the previous night's events. She felt soreness all over her body, a lingering reminder of their shared passion, and a pang of anxiety gripped her chest as she struggled to recall what had happened.But as she glanced around the familiar surroundings of Brandon's house, a sense of relief washed over her."Was it Brandon who saved me last night?" She uttered with doubt.But suddenly, she felt embarrassed. Despite the haze of drugs that had clouded her mind, she remembered the warmth of Brandon's touch, the intensity of his gaze, and the way he had held her close as if protecting her from the world."Good morning," Brandon greeted as he entered the room with a breakfast tray.Kinsey's cheeks flushed with color, and she couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves in her stomach. Suddenly, she remembered everything, especially her aggression and the way he pushed Brandon to own her. He was indeed so good in bed as
"I bet you were too busy seducing some rich guy to bother showing up on time for work," Sabrina sneered, her voice dripping with contempt.Sabrina's taunts cut deep into Kinsey's already wounded pride, her words like daggers piercing through Kinsey's defenses. Kinsey felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as Sabrina's cruel words echoed in her ears.Kinsey's fists clenched as she struggled to maintain her composure. "That's not true," she shot back, her voice trembling with indignation. "I take my job seriously, unlike some people around here.""Who are you referring to? You're the only one messing around," Sabrina retorted.But Sabrina wasn't finished yet. Her eyes narrowed as she caught sight of the indicative mark on Kinsey's neck. "Oh, what's that?" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with malicious glee. She was referring to Kinsey's hickey. "Looks like someone had a wild night."Kinsey's face burned with shame, remembering the hickey's that Brandon gave her. She was in a hurry a
Kinsey had a long day at work. As she was waiting for a bus, Karl saw her. "Hey, Kinsey, I'll drop you home," he offered."Hi, Karl!" Kinsey greeted. "It's okay; I'll just wait for a bus," she declined respectfully."I heard some buses are not making it on time due to the collision," Karl said. "Don't worry, you're not a hassle for me," he assured, seeing Kinsey's hesitation.Considering Brandon's house is in a remote place, it would be best to take Karl's offer to get home earlier. She knew Brandon wouldn't be pleased if he found out she had accepted a ride from Karl, but considering the circumstances, she had no other choice.As Kinsey sat beside Karl in his car, she couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. "Thanks for the ride, Karl," Kinsey said, trying to keep the conversation light."No problem at all, Kinsey. It's the least I could do. It's not safe for you to keep waiting at the bus stop," Karl replied with a friendly smile.As they drove, Kinsey couldn't shake off the feeling of
Brandon didn't wait for Kinsey's response and quickly owned her lips, making her freeze in shock, feeling Brandon's hands groping her chest.As Brandon didn't break their kiss, Kinsey's body reacted instinctively, her senses coming alive with the familiar sensation of his touch. Despite her surprise, she responded eagerly, her body leaning into his as their lips moved in sync."Bran...don," she moaned, her words muffled between their kisses. Brandon deepened their kiss even more, fully owning Kinsey's soft lips.Kinsey felt a rush of conflicting emotions flood her senses as they kissed. On one hand, she knew she shouldn't be giving in to her desires. But on the other hand, she couldn't deny the overwhelming chemistry between them, drawing her closer to Brandon with each passing moment.For Brandon, Kinsey's positive reaction was a relief, validating their shared connection despite their complicated circumstances. As they broke apart, their breaths mingling in the air, Brandon couldn't
As Kinsey tried to maintain her distance from Brandon, she found herself unexpectedly pressed against him. His closeness sent a shiver down her spine, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body. Their eyes met, and the world seemed to fade away momentarily.Brandon could sense Kinsey's hesitation, but he couldn't ignore the undeniable attraction between them. He gently reached out to brush a strand of hair away from her face, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Kinsey couldn't deny the fluttering in her stomach despite her efforts to resist."Brandon, what are you doing?" Kinsey asked, her voice trembling."I wouldn't mind giving you another round if you're up for it," he said playfully, his eyes sparkling with mischief.Brandon chuckled softly as he watched Kinsey's reaction, enjoying how she squirmed under his teasing words.Kinsey rolled her eyes, trying to hide the way her body responded to his suggestive comment. "You're impossible," she muttered, a
Brandon couldn't help but feel a surge of contentment wash over him as he watched Kinsey sleeping peacefully in his arms. The soft rise and fall of her chest, curly eyelids, and gentle, innocent face was a sight he could never tire of. He marveled at how her hair spilled across the pillow, framing her delicate features.Brandon woke up first as the first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains. He couldn't tear his gaze away from Kinsey's sleeping form. He felt a rush of warmth flood his chest as he realized how much she meant to him now, how much he cherished every moment they spent together.When Kinsey finally stirred, her eyelids fluttering open like delicate butterfly wings, Brandon's heart skipped a beat. He greeted her with a soft smile, his eyes sparkling affectionately."Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from Kinsey's forehead."Morning," Kinsey replied, her voice still thick wi
Brandon and Kinsey slowly cut into the cake, and as the slice was pulled away, a collective gasp filled the room. The inside of the cake was a brilliant blue."It's a boy!" shouted Taylor, throwing her hands up in celebration.Those who had bet on a boy cheered, while those who had hoped for a girl joined in the joyous laughter. Cooper lifted Connor into the air, both of them laughing with excitement. "I have a playmate," Connor shouted.Brandon laughed and then turned to Kinsey, his eyes misty with emotion. "We’re having a son."Kinsey's smile was radiant. "Yes, we are. I can’t wait to meet him."Amelia clapped her hands, beaming with joy. "Congratulations! A little boy is going to bring so much happiness into your lives."Chelsea hugged Kinsey tightly. "I'm so happy for you both. This baby is going to be so loved."Grandpa Benjamin's eyes twinkled as he motioned for everyone to gather around. "I have a special gift for Brandon and Kinsey," he began, his voice warm with affection. "I
"If you ever look at her like that again, I will make your lives here like hell. Don't test me," Brandon said as he stepped forward, his voice low and menacing.Thomas and Johnny exchanged a wary glance, the threat in Brandon's tone cutting through their bravado. They knew all too well the reach of Brandon’s power, even within prison walls."Alright, alright," Johnny said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "No need to get all worked up. What do you want, Brandon?"Brandon took a deep breath, trying to control the anger boiling inside him. "I want to know why. Why did you kill my parents?"Thomas's face twisted with bitterness. "Elliot was always the golden child, wasn’t he? Dad’s favorite, the one trusted with everything. And what were we? The leftovers. We had to scrape by while he got it all handed to him."Johnny nodded, his expression mirroring Thomas’s resentment. "We hated him. We hated how he looked down on us, how he had everything we wanted. But we never meant to kill your
In the morning, Brandon gently caressed Kinsey’s scars, his fingers tracing the faint lines left by Blair’s brutal whipping. His jaw tightened as he thought about the pain his wife must have endured. His heart ached, a mix of anger and sorrow. He would make sure Blair paid for what she had done."Good morning, beautiful," Brandon whispered as he noticed Kinsey slowly flickering her eyelids open.Kinsey smiled, her cheeks flushing pink at the memory of the passionate night they had shared. They had both been insatiable, rediscovering each other most intimately. "Good morning," she replied softly, her voice filled with contentment.Brandon’s eyes softened as he looked at her. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his tone gentle."Better," Kinsey said, her smile widening. "Especially after last night."Brandon chuckled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "I’m glad to hear that. What do you want for breakfast? I can have anything you like brought up."Kinsey’s face turned serious as she propp
For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Brandon's eyes widened in surprise, then filled with a joy so intense it took his breath away. "A baby?" he repeated, his voice choking with emotion.Kinsey nodded, tears of happiness welling up in her eyes. "Yes, Brandon. We're going to have a baby."A broad smile spread across Brandon's face, and he let out a joyful laugh, lifting Kinsey off her feet and spinning her around gently. "We're having a baby!" he exclaimed, his voice ringing with excitement. He set her down carefully, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her deeply.Kinsey melted into the kiss, feeling the warmth of his love and the reassurance of his touch. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "I was so nervous to tell you. I thought you wouldn't like to have a baby yet," she admitted, her voice soft against his lips.Brandon pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. "Nervous? Kinsey, this is the best news I've ever heard. You've made me the happies
The soft murmur of conversations and the clinking of champagne glasses filled the elegant ballroom where Taylor and Daniel’s wedding was in full swing. Brandon couldn’t take his eyes off his wife, Kinsey. She looked stunning in the custom gown he had arranged, a delicate creation that seemed to shimmer under the soft lights. Brandon himself was dressed in a tailored suit that complemented her dress perfectly, a symbol of their unity and love.As they stood together, Kinsey glanced up at him, feeling his gaze. "You look absolutely beautiful," Brandon murmured, his voice filled with admiration and love. "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you by my side."Kinsey blushed, a warm flush spreading across her cheeks. "Thank you, Brandon. You look incredibly handsome too. This suit... it’s perfect."Brandon smiled, his eyes twinkling with affection. "I wanted us to look our best tonight. It’s a special day for Taylor and Daniel, and I wanted to make sure we could celebrate it fully, as a
As Brandon and Kinsey stepped through the door of the Simons' Mansion, the last person they expected to see was Cooper. The man stood in the foyer, his posture tense but his eyes determined."Cooper?" Kinsey's voice trembled with shock. "What are you doing here?"Brandon’s initial reaction was fury. "What the hell are you doing in my house without any prior notice?" His voice was hard, filled with protective anger.Cooper raised his hands in a gesture of peace. "Please, Brandon, Kinsey. I know this is unexpected, but I need to talk to both of you. It's important."Brandon crossed his arms, his jaw tight. "You've got five minutes. Make it quick."Cooper took a deep breath, his eyes meeting Kinsey’s. "I'm here to tell you the truth about Connor. He’s my son, Kinsey. Alexa and I... we were together."The words hung in the air like a bombshell. Kinsey’s knees buckled, and she stumbled back, leaning against the wall for support but Brandon was quick to help her. "What? Connor... your son?"
Olive paced back and forth in the living room, her eyes blazing with fury as she glared at her husband, Jonathan, who sat calmly on the couch. The tension in the room was palpable, a storm of emotions ready to burst.“How could you, Jonathan?” Olive’s voice was sharp, almost a hiss. “How could you not let me talk to Brandon when you met him? Do you even care about Blair? She’s our daughter, and she’s been rotting in jail with no bail for days now!”Jonathan sighed heavily, running a hand through his thinning hair. He looked exhausted, a man burdened with too many troubles. “Olive, it’s not that simple. Blair has committed serious crimes. Kidnapping, detaining, whipping, and attempting to murder Kinsey… She’s lucky she’s even alive.”Olive’s eyes filled with tears of frustration and anger. “I know she’s done wrong, but she’s our child! I can’t just sit here and do nothing. We need to beg Brandon to drop the charges. It’s the only way to get her out.”Jonathan shook his head, his expres
Kinsey lay awake, Brandon's words echoing in her mind. "Jealous" Was she jealous? She couldn't deny the pangs of hurt and anger that had surfaced when she saw Chelsea with Brandon, and the thought pissed her off.Another thing that's bothering her is Taylor's wedding. She had promised Taylor and Daniel that she would bring Brandon to their wedding, but her pride kept her from asking him. Her mind churned with conflicting emotions, preventing her from finding peace.Morning came too soon, and with it, a heavy sense of unresolved tension. Kinsey dragged herself out of bed, her eyes heavy from lack of sleep. Determined to resolve things, she decided to talk to Brandon about the wedding. She steeled herself and walked to their room, only to find it empty.Her heart sank a little. "Where could he be this early in the morning?" she muttered.As she headed to the dining room for breakfast with Connor, she felt a mixture of disappointment and anxiety. Sitting across from Connor, who was cheer
Kinsey stood among her colleagues, her emotions a turbulent mix of anger, hurt, and embarrassment. As Brandon introduced himself with his usual charm and confidence, her mind replayed the memory of Chelsea in the elevator, each repetition stoking her resentment.Brandon tried to catch her eye, his smile warm and inviting, but she turned away, her face a mask of indifference. Internally, she was seething.The memory of Chelsea's face haunted her. "I’m visiting a friend on the top floor," Chelsea had said, the implication clear. Kinsey had been so naive, so stupid to trust Brandon, to confess her feelings to him. She felt a deep sense of betrayal and embarrassment.Kinsey felt insecure in every way possible. Chelsea is more fitting for Brandon. They match in status, in every way that counts. Unlike her, poor and stupid, abandoned by her own family.As Brandon spoke to the employees, detailing his vision for the company and his plans for the future, Ki