Chapter 13
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He looks at the phone and I squeeze it in my palm,he looks back to my face
"Who was it?" I don't answer so he asks again
"Who was it Kim? Was it the same guy who chased you like prey in the school parking lot?"
So he didn't believe me. Huh.
"It's non of your business." I answer
His jaw ticks but I can't seem to find the switch to shut my mouth
"Why don't you just go back to your new toy huh? Leave me alone,this is Ronan's role so stop mixing up yourself for your brother."
I spit with so much venom.
"Step-brother."
I huff,
"Whatever you want Brandon. You don't have any right to act all possessive with me,you're not my boyfriend."
"Your so called boyfriend didn't even notice your state back there,he didn't come after you and here you are saying it's his role, he's just a pathetic loser."
"Stop! I don't care about your opinion Brandon,just go back to Bree."
"So this is about Bree?"
His eyes search mine and I look away.
He then he steps into my personal space, eating up all the space pulling my body by the waist, his other hand wraps around my neck,his thumb massages my throat as his eyes follow the movement.
"She means shit to me baby."
"Then why were you kissing her? You touched her."
"You want me to stop touching her?"
His gaze moves back to searching my eyes,I do the same
"I don't know." I whisper,
He leans his head and places a kiss at the back of my ear just at the bottom which is my very sensitive spot. Goosebumps erupt all over my skin and I close my eyes.
"Brandon..." I shiver "no."
"Look at me."
I don't,I keep my eyes closed instead.
"Look at me Kimberly."
And then I do, I open my eyes and look at him.
He leans in and slams his lips on mine, he kisses me like a thirsty man who has finally been given a drink. I kiss him back with the same thirst.
Thirsty for more and more and more.
We pull apart panting,our foreheads gluing against each other, I trail my hands up his chest and he's are at both sides of my jaw. He lifts my head up again and kisses me slowly this time, our tongues dance against each other like a hypnotic rhythm. I pull away,my mind taking me to a dark pit of guilt and shame. Ronan. I push Brandon away
"No. This is wrong Brandon,I can't do this anymore."
"Do what?" He's so calm it pisses me off
"We can't do this, I can't do this,I'm with Ronan and this is not me,I'm not thinking straight."
"Don't do that Kimberly,I told you I hate it when you pull away from me."
I shake my head viciously.
"I can't. I love Ronan,I can't let this mistake make me lose him."
Bran's eyes shift from green to a stormy black swallowing the color I've come to see every night in my vision. I stare him in the eyes and repeat.
"I love him."
Brandon steps back and my body mourns his heat.
"Bran.." I'm about to say sorry when he cuts me off
"If I walk out that door Kim,then its over."
He says, I just stare at the wall behind him
"I walk out there and I'll fuck Brianna and make her mine."
My eyes flit to his so fast,I search his eyes and there's only signs of truth, would he really?
He nods once and takes a few steps backwards then turns and walks out the door.
A single tear break free. I'm not sure if it's for doing right by Ronan or loosing Brandon.
I walk out of the bathroom and there's no sign of Brandon and Brianna. My heart aches at the thought of him making true of his promise.
BRANDON
I throw Bree on the bed,her body bounces on the soft matress. I craw between her legs and kiss her,she wraps them around my waist and I start dry humping her. Second thoughts start to slip into my mind but I boost myself with her words
"I love him."
I've never wanted to pound someone's head as I did her at that moment,but then,I need my girl alive and hurting her like that is the last I'd do. I would rather cut my fucking hands off first.
I look at Bree's blue eyes,wrong color, wrong shade of hair and wrong fucking no freckles non button nose.
I take out my dick anyway and slam into her without warning,she winces but I don't stop or wait for her to adjust to my huge size, I give zero fucks,she wants to be fucked by me?
Then I'll fuck her like an animal, unhinged and out of control, she screams but I don't stop,I pound,thrust and tear through her cunt ruthlessly,driven by my jumbled and pissed off mood.
"Honey, please just..do it for me okay? I know you're finding the change a bit hard but we both knew it was going to happen sooner than later."
She places her hand on top of mine,tears welling in her eyes.
"Don't cry on me mother. Fine,if you want this so bad then i'll go,for you."
My mother is the only peron who can turn me soft, another person was close to achieving the same but instead, she cemented my fucking walls back up.
But the problem is i can't seem to forget about her. I'm beginning to be obsessed with her,one taste,one taste is all it too for me to crave for another and another.
I want to take and take until there's nothing left for anybody ,I want to ruin her,paint her with my fucking cum like a canvas,I want to leave my scent on her skin so that any bloody wanker stays away from her.
I look back at my mother. This banquet thing is a bad idea, I don't want to be in an environment full of snobs and people slapping each other with the who's better than the other title. I sigh heavily, I do have to go though,for my mother's sake.
I put on a tuxedo, staring at myself in the mirror I crease my brows, to hell with the tux. I take off a few items and stare at the bowtie then huff, this stupid ribbon is going nowhere near my body.
I put on black slacks and tuck in a long sleeve white shirt and black oxford shoes. I walk out of my room putting my cufflinks in place.
"You look beautiful mother."
I kiss her on the cheek. She's in a peach long dress with a trail behind and a peach golden purse,her hair is in a low french bun.
"Shall we?"
Jonathan's voice speaks from behind us. I turn plastering a civil expression.
"Jonathan." I nod
"Brandon." He nods back. "Shall we darling?"
He gives her his hand and she place hers in it and they walk out.
The place is packed. Rich people mingling everywhere. I make sure to keep out of sight busying myself with a glass of champagne and studying these motherfuckers, just incase they try to propose any deals with my mother. My mother is a professional doctor with eleven years experience, with her own hospital,she also owns two law firms, an exclusive restaurant, yacht and a fashion designing company.
Part of those things are what my father left us with after he died. I'm supposed to inherit the law firm in LA,how I'm going to manage that and football at once, I don't know.
I'm about to take a sip when a familiar faces comes into view,I peek from the rim of the glass,
In the corner stands Kimberly and Ronan. She's in a beautiful emerald green satin dress,he hair is styled to the side over her shoulder in bouncy curls.
My attention goes to the smooth skin of her bare neck to the shoulder, I run my tongue under my sharp canines. I want to suck that flesh and bite on it,I want to leave my mark there,a fucking hickey so that that fucker Ronan can see that she was meant to be mine.
As if hearing my thoughts, Kimberly grabs her delicate neck running her fingers down to her shoulder, her lips part and I take sip from my glass without moving my eyes from her. She looks around searching for what? I don't know.
Then finally her eyes find mine,I can see her lips part wider in a gasp,I switch my eyes from hers to her neck and then her shoulder. I sip from the glass and lick my bottom lip,her eyes turn hazy and her chest heaves up and down fast.
Ronan wraps his hand around her waist and turns her towards another guy who's probably our age. I down the whole contents at once and disappear down the hall to get some air or voyage the castle-like mansion.
I take two turns and open the red doors on the left,there's different types of paintings from all the greatest painters around the world. I run my finger on one specific piece of art, I'm studying the next interesting one when I hear
"Brandon?" A tiny hesitant voice calls from behind and I turn.
