Brooks' POV
See you Soon.
The text stared me down as I counted each grueling second closing in closer to eight o'clock. I considered asking her to wear those panties that plagued me for the past few weeks, knowing that throughout the night they would be soaked through because of me. Even if she didn't want me to touch her, I would give the little touches and teasing words that could have the same effect if the way she affected me was any indication. Instead, I remained patient but snippy to those around me, including a very frustrated Delaney.
Virginia was a few seconds away from creaming her panties if not for her. That was why I'd given my assistant the runaround and tasked her with the tedious role of finding a reservation so last minute. Even using my name at many popular restaurants was met with obs
Two Months Ago"I'll take her home!" Damien exclaimed as he slipped out from the rest Aimee had made against his chest. "It gives me the chance to learn all those embarrassing little stories about you, babe." He gave her a charming wink that if I didn't know him, may have even put the heat behind my cheeks. But knowing it was all a manipulative tactic to veil whatever he truly wanted, I glared when neither of them were looking. "I can take an Uber.""And pay the ridiculous fees for the city? Don't be silly, I'm going that way anyway." My heart twisted for a detail it didn't seem Aimee caught. He didn't ask where I lived and still knew where to go.He had been watching me. "I'll be back soon, Aimes." She blew a large kiss and gave me an even bigger smile and I didn't have it in my heart to tell her just who Damien was. After all, maybe he truly liked Aimee. How could you not? She was my perpetual girl crush most days, Kate Upton a close second.
Brooks' POV It was only an hour's flight from the airport in D.C. to our touchdown in the Hamptons, but I refused to be enclosed with her for longer than what was absolutely necessary. That damn jasmine perfume still lingered in my car, even after two months, and having her strengthen it with her presence again only affected my reservations against her. If not for the way her phone lit up and she hid it away with shame as we both knew who was on the other end, it was a painful but necessary reminder that she was no different than Camille. Even with reminders and reservations, precautions to keep a distance, it was impossible to control everything around her. Anger coming out more often than not. "You need to shut off your phone." I explained with venom in my order. "I was just turning it-"
Virginia's POV "I have no idea what I'm supposed to wear most days, let alone to a country club..." I whined into the video call while Aimee was grinning at the sight of my effort. For years she tried to give me a 'makeover' of the tennis skirts and sweater vests as she said it fit my 'vibe', but I was more comfortable in what had the cheapest price tag. "As long as you aren't dressing up for him..." She eyed me with a friendly skepticism. "I'm dressing up so they let me in." We both shared a chuckle before I pulled a dress for her to view. It was only one of two dresses I owned, this one was cut just above my knees by a faded pea green skirt with an off-white square neckline made up of a woven fabric that made it look almost h
Virginia’s POV For how many kinds were tasked with joining the sides of their parents for dinners like these, it was a shame there wasn't more for them to do. Instead, they had to sit back and smile brightly despite the fact they were completely bored out of their minds. Even as I tried to play a version of 'I-Spy' with Landon, he lost interest quickly and refocused on Camille. Worse than that, the man and his daughter that she treated as her own. If it broke my heart to see it, I could only imagine what it had done to Landon's. "Do you want to get out of here?" Landon perked up and nodded as I leaned towards him. "Follow my lead?" He nodded, throwing his cloth napkin quickly where he was sitting, before following me as we moved to Brooks. "He has to go to the
Brooks’ POV I kissed her. After refraining from acting on anger or pure lust, I broke through all of my qualms after she'd asked a simple question. Are you okay? But in hindsight, I knew it was more than this. It was the way she'd been magnetized to Landon all night when his own mother couldn't even bother with a two minute conversation. It was how she stood her ground despite the fact I was purposely cruel to her. More than this, it was how she still put her compassion above her own emotions as she joined me at the water's edge to make sure I didn't drown myself in the liquor or the Atlantic. And for one moment of fractured strength, I pulled her into me and she abdicated all the same. For however l
Virginia’s POV They say there is no rest for the wicked so why isn't Damien exhausted? Maybe he just hid it well in the arrogant smiles he gave as he wrapped his sly fingers around Aimee's thigh and she leaned into him, feeding the belief that he was a decent enough man to land someone as amazing as her. The thought made me nauseated and drove me to drink a bit more at dinner than I usually chose. That paired with an empty stomach sent me to the bathroom with a dizzying nausea as I couldn't take the way Brooks shook his head at me in disgust. I knew what he must have thought and I couldn't confirm or deny without putting Landon at risk. Especially since he was here, and I knew that Damien didn't do anything without a few extra plans under his sleeve. I splashed water in front of my face, trying to counter the clamminess, but found it only ruined what little m
Brooks’ POV I'd lost high profile cases. Been cheated on. Embarrassed and divorced. And still nothing hurt like seeing Damien come from that hallway with a shit-eating grin with Virginia soon to follow behind. But she wasn't alone and she wasn't as fresh faced as she had been with me after I nearly made her come a few months prior. Instead, she was almost...mourning. It had to have been the guilt as she wrapped her fingers between Landon's as Aimee pulled my attention back to the beach through the living room window. I tried to think about anything but how bold Virginia could be with her best friend's boyfriend. In my house. After we shared that moment on the beach. After the interaction at the pool. After it changed, fell apart, and changed again. Maybe she was a glutton for pain. Maybe I was, because I started to see things that weren't really there. Like pain in her eyes when it was really guilt for wh
*This chapter may contain elements that are triggering for some readers. Such details include attempted assault, please read with discretion or skip this chapter altogether.* Virginia's POV How could someone who single handedly gave me the warmest moments of my life also be responsible for some of the coldest? Each of our arguments came from repressed passion, aside from the latest. That was in pure judgment. I didn't know the details about his fallout with Camille but his preconceived notions about Damien were anything but accurate. In fact, they couldn't have been more wrong. But with my inability to correct him as it could put Landon at risk, I was more angry at myself for the circumstances getting this far. For running and thinking I could get away to begin with. I was my mother's daughter after all; I was supposed to stay i
Brooks' POV I could see the weak resemblance now. Only when looking between them could you see the true similarities. The shape of the eyes, the bend of the cupid's bow, and the way either of them could lift a brow before they would disagree with you. But right now for sharing blood, Virginia almost seemed stunned to see the woman. I couldn't blame her but it didn't beg the question why she was here and how in the hell she was my client. "I just want five goddamn minutes!" She barked and after this latest outburst, Virginia lowered the steps and stood across her mom. She studied her and I realized it must have been because she was sober. There was evidence of use from the sallow skin and sunken eyes but it was clear she hadn't used anything hard for quite some time. "D
Virginia's POVThere's something I've noticed about my burgeoning sexuality. The more I experience, the more I want. Not in a consuming way like a genuine addiction, but in the way that I trust my partner enough to explore every avenue that fascinates us both. It shows in the silent moments between us with those loaded smiles and quiet conversations behind our eyes. It is complete trust and admiration between two people with formerly broken perceptions of desire and misguided affection. I think we were fixing each other more and more with every little touch and every little moment. "Good morning..." He almost purred against my neck as Landon was turned around watching television as I packed his lunch for the day. Whatever food item I was on has become forgotten to the lips suddenly on my skin as it took everything I had not to moan to the warmth. "Do you think it's too early to convince you to sleep in my bed?" I chuckled and he playfully bit me. "I'm
Brooks' POV Although I tried to keep my exterior as calm as possible, every inch of my skin was vibrating for what was about to happen. Watching her fingers begin to peel apart my belt from its buckle, I could already feel precum leak from my head to imagine her taking me down past those innocent lips nobody knew pleasure from before. As she pulled the leather slowly towards her until it slid through the final loop, I had to will my hips to remain as still as possible to keep from frightening her with my gnawing desperation. "Virginia?" I rasped, my confidence slipping at the circumstances no longer being only a fantasy. She answered by looking up at me with wondrous eyes I was about to make water if she'd let me and I almost had to force her back to her feet just to keep a train of thought. "This is a first for
Virginia’s POV Reciprocation. It was all I could think about since last night. My only knowledge of it came from the handful of erotic romance novels I had the scarce time to read. The details were always more for entertainment than a method of teaching, which left me searching "tips and tricks" on my phone on and off throughout the day. But each time there had been the same comments that all circled back to communication. So that was where I started. But with the way he was looking at me, I wish I wouldn't have said anything. "Brooks?" I finally managed as he seemed frozen in time by my comment. I intended for it to
Brooks' POV "Go away, dad!" Landon sniffled from his side of the door. I still pushed through, finding a pillow at my face, before he threw his body back down on the bed as he continued to cry. "Do you want to talk about it?" "No!" He shouted beneath the muffling of his comforter. I sat at the foot of the bed and tried to apply comfort by my hand on his back and he moved away from me, almost sandwiching himself between the mattress and the wall. "I didn't know you had a crush on Virginia, Landon." "I love her!" I didn't blame him. She had a way of infecting your heart, the darker and more abandoned and the more she seemed to find a home there. Slowly fixing the fissures until all that was left was the warmth applied to f
Virginia's POVLaying all of the ingredients on the kitchen island, I tried to make sense of the recipe. As it seemed like an excess for what I theorized would be a quick preparation, I used Google to learn it was a pasta dish guaranteed to have a bit of a kick to it. I was excited to be beside him to help achieve the final result while one detail made me nibble at my already uneven nails for his reaction.The picture I'd sent him earlier in the day was from bravery that faded the second our conversation ended. After slipping on a new pair of panties, I carried on with my chores as Landon was due home later tonight. Now, I was waiting for the front door to come open with him discovering I disobeyed him. I was curious what he would do to punish me-if he was into that sort of thing.When he came through the door
Brooks' POV "You told me it wasn't over..." She pouted as I kissed away at the plump bottom lip. "I can't control myself around you-" I began, her face shifting from nervousness to a subtle confidence that blossomed her beauty into something like a goddess. "Then don't." Goddamn, this woman. I looked over her shoulder and to the four poster bed before imagining what would transpire. A quick shedding of clothes. Heavy petting. French kisses until breathless. Pulling her thighs apart and then those lower lips until I had her soaking my tongue one more time. Maybe two. When wet, I'd shove my angry cock inside of her with merc
Virginia's POV I expected an argument, not this. Not the feeling of his lips gently guiding mine apart until he could slip his tongue into a slow coaxing of my own. The first kiss had been enough to surprise me but this one was overwhelming. All because it was quietly demanding in a way his hands took stock in my hips until pushing me against the glass, his knee rose to the apex between my legs, and his mouth was a slow assurance from my mouth to my jaw, and gradual to my neck. The smirk against my skin made me moan enough to motivate him further, and before I could remember why I was mad or the fact I was leaving, he was lifting me against the glass until I was reliant on his strength. I gasped to the surprise lift and he grinned up at me. "I'll ne
Brooks' POV I quit. I'd imagined letting her go at least a hundred times from unrelenting lust and pure spite alone. But hearing the end come from her lips took the ability to breathe completely away from me. Although it had only been approximately three months, I couldn't imagine her no longer a part of our routine. The mere idea of her no longer sitting at our breakfast table with burnt bacon and undercooked pancakes resituated my heart deep into my gut to such a depth that it weighed there with nausea. Thinking of her no longer being the first or last face Landon and I saw before the end of our day and beginning the next cinched my chest in on itself as if being pulled by invisible stri