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The Bully And Me Chapter 21
Brandon Where am I supposed to sleep? Snoring comes from the couch; the guys fell asleep ten minutes ago. But not before ruining my floor. Beer cans and pizza boxes lay scattered everywhere, and I would rather not sleep on the floor. The couch isn't an option, either. More than five people are sleeping on the couch, and I cautiously glance down at Emilie. She has stayed at my place countless nights in a row, but we have never shared a bed. Would she freak out if I asked her? In the past, I would have just flopped down beside her without asking, but after getting to know her, I...I care about her, okay? "Do you wanna share a bed?" Please say yes. It would be beneath me to use my sister's bed or Bernie's—that little fucker uses way too much Axe bodyspray. I would suffocate as soon as I smelled his pillow. Emilie looks up at me with a flushed face. "S-sure!" "Great." I walk up the stairs and notice Emilie's gaze is locked on her feet. Why do I get the feeling this is a bigger deal
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EmelieI hold my breath when Brandon walks out of the shower. The air around him smells fresh and citrus-like, and my heart flutters when the bed sinks underneath his weight. Crunch-crunch until he lies down and stares up at the ceiling in the dark, just like me. The silence stretches until I can no longer handle it. "I wish I knew what you were thinking." I blurt out. He shifts on the bed, probably to face me. "There is always the option of asking me," he says.My face turns red. "I know what you were doing in the shower, and I guess I want to know if you're mad at me."He is silent for a while before chuckling. "Do angry people usually masturbate in the shower—is that what you're implying? Because if that's the case, then wow...you really need to find new friends."Even though he is sarcastic, I can't stop my blush from spreading. How is this man so blunt?"Don't you ever get embarrassed?" I mutter. "About what?" he asks, suddenly much closer than before. I can feel his hot breat
Last Updated : 2024-03-19The Bully And Me Chapter 23
EmilieLaura: Are you telling me he never tries to do more than just kiss you?I look down at my phone that's lying in my lap. Brandon is driving to the hospital while I'm texting with Laura. Our subject is apparently my non-existent sex life with Brandon, although there are more important things we should be talking about. Like the fact we are heading to the hospital to say goodbye to Brandon's mom, but Laura doesn't know that, and I won't tell her. Not today. Me: I don't want him to do more. Laura: ... you're not a-sexual, are you?Me: What? No? Why?Laura: Because just looking at your man makes me want to have sex, and I think every girl on campus can agree with me. Brandon is hot.Me: I know.Laura: So what's your problem?Me: Ever heard of waiting?Laura: Oh, so it's like that? Well... I'm not against waiting, but Brandon is a man. If you don't have sex with him, he will find someone else who will. That's how men work. Laura: Don't get me wrong! I ship you two, but men will a
Last Updated : 2024-03-25The Bully And Me Chapter 24
EmilieThe blood in my veins freezes over at Clinton's words. Did I hear him correctly? He said those words so casually as if we didn't just say farewell to his wife. Even in grief, the man doesn't cease to be cold and calculating. Brandon takes a moment to respond, and when he does, his voice is calm but laced with controlled anger. "How dare you..." he starts, then swallows hard, collecting himself before continuing. "Now is not the time for this discussion.""I talk about what I want whenever I want, and I won't let you date some nobody without money—"Something swishes past me, and my breath hitches when Brandon's fist connects with Clinton's jaw. The older man stumbles back, holding his face in surprise as Brandon towers over him, visibly shaking with rage. "You will not," Brandon snarls, each word pronounced with deadly precision, "speak about Emelie that way. Nor dictate who I choose to be with."Clinton recovers from his surprise and straightens up, wiping a streak of blood
Last Updated : 2024-03-25The Bully And Me Chapter 25
BrandonI think I’m living in denial. My mom is gone, and she won’t come back. She is officially dead, yet the tears aren’t here yet. Instead of crying, I’m staring into space while my siblings are joking around with Emilie. I guess it’s their way of handling their grief, cracking jokes and smiling to ignore the pain of losing one’s parent. But one look at Bailey and Bernie tells me they will both be in tears once they are alone in bed. I won’t be getting away from the pain, either. I’m already feeling the sadness creep up on me even though I’m trying to keep it at bay. I can’t cry here. Emilie would be so embarrassed if I suddenly started bawling my eyes out inside a fast-food restaurant. Then again, maybe I could get away by saying I’m crying because this is the best chicken I’ve ever had?But that would be a lie, wouldn’t it?This chicken is far from the best I’ve ever had. My mom’s slow-cooked roast chicken will forever have the honor of being the best chicken I’ve ever had, an
Last Updated : 2024-05-20The Bully And Me Chapter 26
Emilie“Brandon…” I whisper, feeling the weight of his name as I try to rake my brain for something to say. But what do you tell someone who has just lost their parent? Nothing can take the pain away, so I say the only thing that comes to mind. “I’m… I’m so sorry for your loss.”As soon as I’ve said those words, I regret them because I think I just broke the man I love. Brandon’s hands grip the steering wheel tighter even though the car’s engine isn’t on, knuckles whitening. And then there’s a sound that shatters the silence—a guttural sob that seems to wrench from deep within him. My heart lurches. Brandon, my Brandon, the guy who’s more likely to be a grumpy bastard than a sensitive, sweet guy, is crying. Tears are flooding down his face, and I feel terrible. Should I have ignored the elephant in the room and not said anything?“Hey.” My voice is strained since there’s a lump of guilt in my throat. But it doesn’t stop me from trying to comfort him. I reach out tentatively, placi
Last Updated : 2024-05-20The Bully And Me Chapter 27
EmilieWhen I wake up the next day, I find Brandon snuggled close to me, clinging onto me as if he never wants to let go. We are curled up in my bed, my nose nuzzled into his sturdy chest while his big hands play with my hair. His chest rises and falls like two fluffy pillows, and I can feel his warm breath tickling my scalp each time he exhales.I smile and hesitantly reach out my right hand to place it on his side. He doesn’t even twitch, so I slowly stroke his tanned skin. It seems innocent at first, but then my fingers drift down to his lower abdominal muscles. What can I say? A girl has needs. Like a pervert, I skim over them lightly, relishing the way they twitch under my touch, the subtle shiver that it coaxes from Brandon’s sleeping form. He’s still asleep, his expression peaceful, the blonde stubble on his jaw giving him a rugged look that my fingers itch to trace.A small puff of air escapes his lips as my fingertips skirt the waistband of his boxers, though I stop shy of l
Last Updated : 2024-05-20The Bully And Me Chapter 28
EmilieMy Dad leads us to his car that’s parked by the curb. It’s a cute red little thing, and I glance up at Brandon, wondering if his 6’6 frame is going to fit. He gives me an amused smirk. “Don’t worry, I will manage.”“You sure?”“Yeah, there’s a guy on the football team with a worse car than this.”My Dad clears his throat as if offended, and Brandon grimaces. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you.”There is no response, and Brandon silently folds himself into the back seat. I slide in beside him, feeling a small measure of comfort in his presence before my Dad starts the car.The drive to St. Mary’s Hospital is tense and too damn long. At some point, I fall asleep only to wake up when my Dad drives over a bump in the road. “Hello, sleepyhead,” Brandon says, and that’s when I notice I’m leaning my head against his bicep. “Did you sleep well?”“Not really…”Brandon doesn’t try to make more conversation. His large hand finds mine, his fingers lacing with mine in a silent show of su
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BrandonToday is the day. I have taken Emilie to a luxurious restaurant and now I want to tell her that I love her. I’m not sure when I fell for her, but what I do know is that she is the reason I’m not drowning myself in alcohol. After my mother passed away, Emilie was the sun keeping me alive—my cheerleader.She is special to me, and I want her to know her, but I suck with words. I’m a meathead, and tonight, I seem to have entered extra pussy-territory. Not a single word has left my lips all night. I’m too busy blushing over Emilie’s looks and her smiles, which is odd.This isn’t my first time seeing a pretty woman, but for some reason, Emilie looks even more stunning tonight. But I’m not the only one who has noticed. We have this good-looking waiter that keeps popping up at our table every second, and it’s pissing me off. Can’t a guy seduce his future wife in peace? The waiter is ruining everything!Right on cue, the bloke shows up by our table. He is as unwanted as a pimple in the
The Bully And Me Chapter 31
EmilieI have no chance of escaping the makeover. Cindy and Laura drag me into the bathroom and force me to sit down on the toilet seat. They are both wearing leers on their faces, but Laura frightens me more than Cindy. “Maybe I don’t need makeup...” I mumble. “Nonsense!” Laura exclaims and picks up a wet wipe. “You need this, Emilie. You’re going out on a date and need to look good...not that you’re ugly or anything.”I pout. “I am ugly...”“That’s not true!” Laura growls. “I’m not pretty, and I’m aware of it,” I grunt. “Sometimes, I wonder why Brandon even dates me since I’m so out of his league.”“Because he isn’t blind,” Laura mutters. “Trust me. You’re pretty, but after I’m done with you, you’re going to look like sex on a stick.”I laugh. “Sex on a stick? Is that a good thing?”“You bet it is! And guess what? I know exactly what kind of makeup is needed to achieve that, but before we apply any makeup, we need to clean your face!”“And brush your hair,” Cindy chimes in. “You’
The Bully And Me Chapter 30
Emilie"Brandon hasn't replied to your texts because men are all the same: they all want sex, and once you give it to them, they are all done," Cindy says from her place on my couch. "You think that's the case?" I ask. I've been on cloud nine ever since Brandon gave me head, but he hasn't replied to any of my texts today, so I'm a bit bummed out. Laura sighs and stops filing down her nails. "Don't listen to her. Brandon is a human and probably busy at the gym or something. There's an upcoming game, and I bet he is nervous since his Dad told him he will no longer inherit the family business."I told Cindy and Laura about Brandon's family drama. I didn't give them all the information, but they know enough to have concluded Brandon's Dad is a jerk. "Why would he be nervous?" Cindy asks. "The guy could join the NFL already if he wanted.""He was offered in the past, but now, when his first plan of taking over the family company no longer exists, he probably feels pressured to win the u
The Bully And Me Chapter 29
EmilieLater that same night, Brandon takes me to a hotel in the same town where my mother’s hospital is located. He doesn’t bother to ask me if I mind sharing the same room. I don’t. Being alone right now would be the worst thing ever.“I hope you’re happy with our room. It’s supposedly the best view in town,” Brandon says, probably in an attempt to lighten the moon, but I don’t respond. I just stare out into nothingness while Brandon hangs up his jacket in the background. He is talking, but I can’t hear him. My mind is empty, and I walk towards the bathroom without taking off my clothes. There is a large shower area inside. One of those large, luxurious showers with rocks on the wall to imitate a tropical place, and I press my palms against the cool wall as the water cascades down, drenching my clothes, my hair, and my skin as the tears fall down. I feel like a broken woman and can’t stop the ocean from spilling from my eyes. Why am I never included in anything? Why am I so fucki
The Bully And Me Chapter 28
EmilieMy Dad leads us to his car that’s parked by the curb. It’s a cute red little thing, and I glance up at Brandon, wondering if his 6’6 frame is going to fit. He gives me an amused smirk. “Don’t worry, I will manage.”“You sure?”“Yeah, there’s a guy on the football team with a worse car than this.”My Dad clears his throat as if offended, and Brandon grimaces. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you.”There is no response, and Brandon silently folds himself into the back seat. I slide in beside him, feeling a small measure of comfort in his presence before my Dad starts the car.The drive to St. Mary’s Hospital is tense and too damn long. At some point, I fall asleep only to wake up when my Dad drives over a bump in the road. “Hello, sleepyhead,” Brandon says, and that’s when I notice I’m leaning my head against his bicep. “Did you sleep well?”“Not really…”Brandon doesn’t try to make more conversation. His large hand finds mine, his fingers lacing with mine in a silent show of su
The Bully And Me Chapter 27
EmilieWhen I wake up the next day, I find Brandon snuggled close to me, clinging onto me as if he never wants to let go. We are curled up in my bed, my nose nuzzled into his sturdy chest while his big hands play with my hair. His chest rises and falls like two fluffy pillows, and I can feel his warm breath tickling my scalp each time he exhales.I smile and hesitantly reach out my right hand to place it on his side. He doesn’t even twitch, so I slowly stroke his tanned skin. It seems innocent at first, but then my fingers drift down to his lower abdominal muscles. What can I say? A girl has needs. Like a pervert, I skim over them lightly, relishing the way they twitch under my touch, the subtle shiver that it coaxes from Brandon’s sleeping form. He’s still asleep, his expression peaceful, the blonde stubble on his jaw giving him a rugged look that my fingers itch to trace.A small puff of air escapes his lips as my fingertips skirt the waistband of his boxers, though I stop shy of l
The Bully And Me Chapter 26
Emilie“Brandon…” I whisper, feeling the weight of his name as I try to rake my brain for something to say. But what do you tell someone who has just lost their parent? Nothing can take the pain away, so I say the only thing that comes to mind. “I’m… I’m so sorry for your loss.”As soon as I’ve said those words, I regret them because I think I just broke the man I love. Brandon’s hands grip the steering wheel tighter even though the car’s engine isn’t on, knuckles whitening. And then there’s a sound that shatters the silence—a guttural sob that seems to wrench from deep within him. My heart lurches. Brandon, my Brandon, the guy who’s more likely to be a grumpy bastard than a sensitive, sweet guy, is crying. Tears are flooding down his face, and I feel terrible. Should I have ignored the elephant in the room and not said anything?“Hey.” My voice is strained since there’s a lump of guilt in my throat. But it doesn’t stop me from trying to comfort him. I reach out tentatively, placi
The Bully And Me Chapter 25
BrandonI think I’m living in denial. My mom is gone, and she won’t come back. She is officially dead, yet the tears aren’t here yet. Instead of crying, I’m staring into space while my siblings are joking around with Emilie. I guess it’s their way of handling their grief, cracking jokes and smiling to ignore the pain of losing one’s parent. But one look at Bailey and Bernie tells me they will both be in tears once they are alone in bed. I won’t be getting away from the pain, either. I’m already feeling the sadness creep up on me even though I’m trying to keep it at bay. I can’t cry here. Emilie would be so embarrassed if I suddenly started bawling my eyes out inside a fast-food restaurant. Then again, maybe I could get away by saying I’m crying because this is the best chicken I’ve ever had?But that would be a lie, wouldn’t it?This chicken is far from the best I’ve ever had. My mom’s slow-cooked roast chicken will forever have the honor of being the best chicken I’ve ever had, an
The Bully And Me Chapter 24
EmilieThe blood in my veins freezes over at Clinton's words. Did I hear him correctly? He said those words so casually as if we didn't just say farewell to his wife. Even in grief, the man doesn't cease to be cold and calculating. Brandon takes a moment to respond, and when he does, his voice is calm but laced with controlled anger. "How dare you..." he starts, then swallows hard, collecting himself before continuing. "Now is not the time for this discussion.""I talk about what I want whenever I want, and I won't let you date some nobody without money—"Something swishes past me, and my breath hitches when Brandon's fist connects with Clinton's jaw. The older man stumbles back, holding his face in surprise as Brandon towers over him, visibly shaking with rage. "You will not," Brandon snarls, each word pronounced with deadly precision, "speak about Emelie that way. Nor dictate who I choose to be with."Clinton recovers from his surprise and straightens up, wiping a streak of blood
