All Chapters of Boomerang bet: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Laying off office life for a whole week served to be equal parts easier and harder than he thought, realizing just how used he was to the rush of the office. When he could press a button to summon his assistant, at home, he had to reach for his phone and make calls. On the bright side, he had Beth around him and if that wasn't fresh air enough, with all her troubles and contributions, he got to listen to her speak professionally, and boy was that sexy as heck. On Friday, Beth left him alone for the first time that week to go see a long lost friend. One he vaguely remembered her telling him about. It had barely been two hours into her absence and he missed her already. The house was too quiet. Asides Lola who was too busy napping to pay him some attention, he was all alone. And... Oddly, bored, even though he had work to do. Maya Yosef had been a part of Beth and Sherlie's friend group, once upon a time. Her mother died at around the same time Beth's father had. Maya was one of the pe

As Brandon drove, he threw glances at Beth, still too floored to speak. The unsettling truth of her working very closely to other males- some of them without the basic understanding of boundaries- made sighing and just going along with it harder. It wasn't that she didn't look presentable, she did... She just breathed sexiness at the same time. Her simple, red, knee length dress with cup sleeves was the true definition of light and corporate. Paired with black flats and a small, white bag, combined with the tight bun at the back of her head, she looked absolutely ready to rock the working world. Where the problem was was the plunging neckline. It was modest enough that it didn't show too much cleavage and allowed space for easy movement, but teasing to just the right amount of peeking, smooth skin, it was sinful. That she was totally oblivious only made it all the more flirtatious. Brandon was so occupied with his train of thought, he didn't notice the Gregorian type mansion before th

Declining Micah's offer to take the rest of the week off, Elizabeth agreed to at least taking a day off, and happily shut off her alarm that night. She was too excited to sleep in and she couldn't even feel guilty about it. The next day, after getting up, praying, brushing her teeth, feeding Lola and reading her bible, Elizabeth sat on her bed, admiring the view from her window. The sky was a lovely blend of warm blues and soft browns, reminding her of rainy days spent under a thick blanket, and it made her smile. Watching the streets of New York with that smile on her face, she went to turn away and her eyes skimmed over her phone. Mulling over a sudden thought, she did a double take, biting her lip in contemplation. Staring a moment longer, she shrugged and dove for the phone. Pulling up Brandon's number, she dialed it and rose her phone to her ear. "Hello?" His voice only deepened her smile. So much so, she giggled."Buon giorno, bebè.""Good morning to you, too. Someone sounds

Chuckling to himself, Brandon stood up and strolled to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the ever busy streets of New York. Pulling in a deep breath and letting it out in a slowly, he grinned at the thought of what that evening meant to him. At the thought of Beth saying yes. 'She could say no, too,' his subconscious butted in. Running his tongue over his teeth, he straightened his shoulders and stared at his reflection in the glass. Then frowned. Why? What reason would she have to say no?"Aren't you looking all daper?"Brandon's entire body stiffened. Almost instantly, a feeling akin to dread licked at his guts. As his mind ran around how it was that she had been able to get in and why, his ears picked up on her movement around his office, picking up papers and humming to herself.Easing his hands into his pockets, he turned his head slightly and found her in his periphery."What do you want, Margaret?"Catching her form in the glass, he watched her turn to him, stare,

Limping into the parking lot with Randall and Chadwick in tow, Christopher arrived at the spot where he and the masked man had squared it down and found the car missing, a big, light yellow puddle left in its stead. Apprehension gripped the group. He watched Chadwick go to inspect the puddle and dip his fingers in it. Turning to look at him and Randall, he confirmed what Christopher already suspected. "It's brake oil." "Shit!" Randall ran a hand down his face. Where's the car? Where's Jeffery?" As if waiting to be summoned, Jeffery came walking down the slope. "Jeffery!" His head shot up. "Where's the car?" Jeffery frowned at Randall's curt tone and glanced between the men. "What–" "Where are you coming from?" Christopher interrupted. Jeffery's frown deepened. Looking from one man to the other, he answered, "The toilet. What's going on?" "Fucking hell," Chadwick mumbled. "Do you know where the car is?" He scrunched up his face then. The car? The car was... He looked at