All Chapters of Boomerang bet: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The kiss was different. It was urgent, but not forceful. It ranged somewhere in between desperation and gentle warmth. Slowly, her arms went around his neck, pulling the six feet, five inches of pure male testosterone closer. In return, he grunted and tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. Just when their tongues touched, he pulled back abruptly. "You can't wear this out there," he growled.Panting, she asked, "Why?"His eyes went from one of hers to the other, then lifted her and deposited her directly atop him.Her eyes widened."That's why.""Y-you can uh, hide it, m-maybe?" She stuttered, her eyelids fluttering. "I'm not the problem. Other males will be all over you.""Oh." That was all her brain could produce."Unless we can rip off some flesh, we have to do something about this."" 'Rip off some flesh' ? Rip off what flesh? I'm small compared to you and some of the women out there.""You are not tiny. Definitely not in some places," Brandon said, openly directing his

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since that night. Two weeks since she had seen Brandon. He had been there in the hospital when the doctor had told them that she had passed out because of stressed. The thought of getting out of the house and everything that followed afterwards had obviously taken a toll on her. She was happy that she had gotten out of the house, though. Very happy. She couldn't have stopped Brandon from holding her hand that night. She also couldn't have stopped her heart from melting everytime he had pleaded with her to reconsider. Seeing a man like Brandon beg was... It was definitely something. She had told him to give her some time and some space to think and had moved into Sherlie's. For the past two weeks, he had done just that. No texts, no calls, nothing. Did she like it? No. Did she need it? Yes. She missed him so much, but she needed to think of a solution, or even search to see if there was a solution, without seeing his face all around the place. She needed

"Still in hiding," Frederico answered, leaning against the backrest of his chair."You guys don't know where she is?"All Brandon and Frederico did was shrug."I don't believe that."While Brandon looked away, a carefree look on his tired face, Frederico smiled a cryptic smile and said something in portuguese. She watched Brandon nod in agreement. Both men turned to look at her like she was a rare specimen. "Does Macy know of the mafia?" She asked and watched Brandon's expression harden."Yes," Frederico answered."How? Is she also a mafian?""No, but she's involved with some very dangerous people, hence, her ability to watch you. Watch us," Brandon explained."Is your house rigged?""No.""Then how did she know so much about me?""Nothing the right digging can't expose," came his terse reply."Was I ever followed?"His silence answered that question. "You know she's in love with you?"His eyes tore to hers. Frederico smirked a small smirk, enjoying the show."She is in love with c

"I know," she admitted on a sigh. "I'm just in a hurry most mornings and too busy all through the afternoons." For a while, he watched her, opting to remain quiet. She went back to her food, maintaining proper table slash couch manners this time. "How about a maid?" She froze, rose her eyes to his, blinked, then smiled through the pasta in her mouth. When he just stared at her, her smile slowly died. "You're serious?" She sputtered and hurriedly swallowed the pasta in her mouth. He nodded. "Brandon," she began, "I can't do that. I can't afford a maid right now," she ended, her tongue sneaking out to swipe at the sauce on her lower lip. "I'll be fine. I'll take better care from now on." "Babe, it's not so obvious, but you've lost weight." Butterflies danced around in her stomach. His gentleness with her caused her heart to skip a beat. "Allow me to do this for you." She instantly shook her head. "No. I'll be fine, you'll see." "Beth, please. You're in danger of giving yourse

She was curled up on the couch, sobbing into her large sweater with eyes trained on the tv when a knock came. Why couldn't everybody leave her alone?! She planned on ignoring it till whomever it was went away, but the thought of it being either Sherlie or Colby caused her to get off the couch and reluctantly trudge to the door. She pulled it open and came face to face with a chest. Not Sherlie. She rose her head and saw his ocean blue eyes. Not Colby, either. She watched his brows furrow in concern and drew her lower lip into her mouth. The mood changes that came with her monthly cycle was an instrument of shame, that was for sure. There she stood, fighting off a torrent of tears for something she wouldn't have thought of for more than a few minutes on a normal day. "Elizabeth, what's wrong?" Why did he sound so gentle? He was more than fine with making her feel low a few hours ago. "Nothing," she bit out, not meaning to sound so snarky, but also proud that she didn't sound shaky.H