Chapter Six

KIMBERLY

"You look perfect sweetie," my mom praises from the doorway.

I'm wearing a short yellow dress with pink printed flower designs which reaches my mid thighs, paired with white cinderella pumps, and I let down my gold blond hair down my back in curls.

"Thanks mom," I grab my purse and head out.

Mr Jonathan, Ronan's father is having a family dinner, Ron asked me to join them and I will not under any circumstances abandon him to face the nightmare of his life alone. Well those were his exact words which by the way, I think were totally exaggerated.

A few minutes later he picks me up from home.

The moment we enter the house I can feel the air in the environment shift.

"Young Sir, dinner has been served,the rest of the family are waiting for you."

"Thank you Charles."

It's funny how rich people's children are addressed with respect while they give non to their elderly workers.

We head to the dinning room, there's three people seated there; his father,uncle and new stepmother. I thought the butler said everyone was there so where's the son?

We take a seat and I place my hand on Ron's knee under the table making him relax a little.

"Kimberly, it's so good to see you, I'm glad you came to join us."

"Thanks for having me," I say politely.

"Kimberly,this is Lydia my wife, Lydia this is Kimberley, Ronan's girlfriend."

"Hello, nice to meet you Kimberly."

"Nice to meet you too and Kim. please,call me Kim," I smile.

"Kim,such a sweet young lady."

"Well I guess we can't wait,the food's getting cold let's eat." Lydia says. We start eating,

"Sorry, I had to take that call."

I freeze,my fork pausing in midair, I don't dare breathe, the reason why? I don't know.

"It's my former football coach."

He takes a seat, he's in black slacks,a black long sleeve shirt buttoned up leaving two buttons undone, showcasing a bit of his chest and firm muscles, his hair is styled like always, neat but messy.

"It's okay son, we just started."

His mom smiles warmly at him,he lifts his head and I look away quickly, I can feel his stare burning holes on my face.

"So,what are your future plans son?"

Ronan's father asks and I feel Ron tense up again.

"Business, at first it was football , I was planning on going pro but gad second thoughts."

Huh.

"Good, Ronan is aiming for the same. Work hard then,it's not that easy. By the way, I heard your team won three championships with you as captain?"

"Yes, but it was teamwork, so even without me as captain, we still would have won."

Mr Jonathan puts his utencils down,taping his mouth with a napkin,he looks at Brandon unblinking.

"It takes a captain to put the team together,you're the main pawn,the leader,it starts with you."

He moves his stare to his biological son.

"I always tell that to Ronan."

Oh? so that's where the leader ego comes from.

"Son," he speaks again and Ronan lifts his head to look at him.

"You hear that? There's two of you now, the best players. Eventually there's going to be division on the team soon, on who the majority thinks is best suitable as captain."

"There's not going to be votes,I am the captain,this is my school,my team. I won't let no newbie prince charming come and take away my kingdom."

He speaks with a calm chilling voice,he's mad. His father stares back at him with a blank face

"You're not a king when it comes to your team captain, you're all equals on the field,the fact that you're captain doesn't make them beneath you," Brandon speaks.

"There's a reason why I am captain,punk."

"What did you just call me?" Bran's voice sends a chill up my spine,this is not good.

"Son," Lydia places her hand on top of her son's. "Maybe he's just trying to be comfortable with you,don't take it as an insult."

I finally look up, Bran's eyes never leave Ronan's,his mom gently squeezes his hand and he finally looks at her then continues eating.

"Well as I was saying, hard work. If I'm impressed enough, I might make some calls and ask some businessmen in the big leagues to coach you, that way, you might have secured spots in the higher business world after you graduate from University," Bran just nods and so does Ron.

"Oh thanks honey," Bran's mom kisses Mr Jonathan on the cheek.

The rest of dinner is spent in complete silence.

"Well Kimberly,it was nice to meet you." Lydia places her hand on my arm

"You too Ms Lydia."

"Lydia will do just fine." She smiles. I feel awkward trying to act friendly enough to call her Lydia when Ron doesn't like her,so I just nod and smile at her politely.

"Kim," Ron's father nods politely.

"Goodnight sir." I nod back

Lydia hooks her arm in her husband's and they disappear upstairs.

I look around for Ron but he's not yet back inside the house,he left for a smoke in the garden. I sigh and head to the kitchen hoping I can sneak a cookie from nanny but it's empty,no sign of her.

"Where could she be?"

I whisper to myself, a cookie jar seats on the kitchen island. Well there's enough so she wouldn't mind if I took one,or two. I move to the jar and grab one, taking a bite,I close my eyes and release a relief breath,the sweet taste calming me.

Suddenly,a hard body pushes against my back and I smile keeping my eyes closed.

"Took you long enough," I say while taking another bite.

His hands slowly move from my waist to my tummy,he rubs his thumbs on it over the material, making my dress ride up my thighs a bit. He then buries his head in the crook of my neck and sucks at the tender skin, I slowly place my hands on top of his as he guides them to my breasts, he squeezes them then bites on my earlobe.

He takes it inside his mouth, sucking and nibbling,then trails down kisses to my neck. He sucks and laps at my sensitive skin while he massages my breasts and then starts to pinch my nipples so hard.

My breath hitches, he continues the sweet torture on them until the pain turns into pleasure. Gosh he's so attentive today,he moves his hand from my left tit and rides it up my thigh slowly, his fingers roughly press on my clit through my panties, rubbing in hard slow circles, I whimper,my body going slack against his.

"Oh my God," I whisper.

When did he become this good?

This feels so good,his other hand continues torturing my nipples, his rubbing becomes rougher and faster, making me pant, I let out a small moan then bite the corner of my bottom lip.

"Mmmm you smell so good."

Wait. That's not Ron's-

I whip around so fast I'm surprised I don't twist my ankle. There, staring at me is not my boyfriend but his step-brother.

"B-Brandon?"

I stutter and the bastard smirks at me. He,freaking,smirks.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I whisper yell, horror taking over my emotions.

"What does it look like am doing?" He takes a step forward caging me between him and the island. I shrink back but there's nowhere to go.

"Get away from me," my lips quiver

"You didn't want me to just a minute ago."

He looks down at me, he's this tall? I must have missed that part because he's not just tall but tall as in he might look on top of my head without effort or even pat and I'd do nothing about it.

"I didn't know it was you! I thought it was-" I purse my lip and glare at him,his smirk is still in place, I push at his chest.

"Get out of my way Brandon, I mean it."

Nothing,absolutely nothing, he stares at me unmoving. I start to go in panic mode because if anybody walks in this might look very very bad considering my position and ruffled dress.

"Brandon!" I whisper-yell.

"Why are your eyes violet," he lifts his hand to my cheek ignoring everything I just said.

"I don't know!" I slap it away and continue glaring

"Kim baby." Ronan calls out. I gasp and try to push past Brandon but he closes in on me

"Brandon..." I can feel my eyes start to become blurry. Frustration and fear both grip me tight

"Please...." I look up at him pleadingly, he runs his index finger down my neck.

"Kim?"

Ronan's voice sounds closer.