137

I can understand his reaction to my recent admissions. I just disclosed how much Drake still affects me. If I put myself in his shoes, I’d probably be pissed at him too, or worse, I wouldn’t speak to him. I can imagine he still has some lingering feelings for Pauline or some ex-girlfriend from his past. But how Brandon handles matters like this is a surprise. I’m in disbelief about why he’s even still speaking to me.

Though I feel he has different plans. He’s not the type to let this go, either.

After he’s done with dinner, he wipes his mouth then glances at my plate. “Done?”

“Yes.” I clean my mouth with a napkin as well.

“Very well. Come.” He shifts to the side then springs up.

I hesitate.

“Alayna?” Brandon cocks his head then reaches out his palm, beckoning me to come to him. Eventually, I hold his hand, and he clasps his fingers with mine possessively.

Great. Now, I have officially become a child, obeying everything he asks of me.

Brandon takes me to the bedroom, pointing to the wh