Claire's eyes widened as she stared at the address that Brad sent her. "Oh, my fucking cheese!"Having spent the whole day getting prepared, picking out her outfit, and styling her hair, she just got the time to check her phone. Brad's text had come in since late in the morning. He sent the address of his apartment and the time she could start coming over. She stared at the address in awe. The address, after she double-checked on Google Maps to be sure she was not making a mistake, was one of the biggest estates in New York. The estate, as she had heard, was only occupied by the top folks in the elite society.She dropped her phone, and checked her simple floral outfit once again in the mirror; she smiled at her reflection. Then she picked up her most expensive and sweet-smelling perfume. She sprayed it in the air and excitedly swirled in its scent. Then she properly sprayed it on her body again. She grabbed her purse from atop her couch in the living room and her keys from the count
Claire's heart sank with disappointment when Brad stood in front of his other car instead of the BMW. She had been hoping she could try the BMW and even take pictures in it. But she did her best to hide her disappointment. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask Brad why they did not go with the BMW or to convince her that they should go with the BMW but she did not want to sound so desperate so she just let it go. She would ride it some other day, she thought. After all, she would make herself his someday, soon. "Nice car," but she couldn't help but comment as Brad backed out of the garage. Brad smirked, "I know right? Thank you."She shook her head and turned on her phone, continuing to admire the pictures she had taken. She thought of taking a picture but she didn't know what Brad's reaction would be. Upon thinking about it long and hard, she concluded that she would just maintain her boundaries. Her birthday party was close and she didn't want him to angrily pull out. She thought
Brad and Claire finished their purchase at the mall without running into anyone they knew. Brad was grateful for that, he was not ready to start explaining to his friends that he was only helping the lady. Claire, on the other hand, kept looking around hoping that another of her colleagues would spot her so that she could show off Brad again."Don't forget your seatbelt," he instructed Claire after he started the car as he had noticed that she didn't use it on their way to the mall. When he did not get a response from her, he looked only to come face to face with his reflection on Claire's phone's camera.His face hardened, "What are you doing?"Claire struggled to keep her grin in place as she avoided Brad's hard gaze. "You know, another proof that we are really a thing," she shrugged as she scrolled through all the selfies she had taken. She pouted when she saw that he was either looking down or looking out the window in all of them."Delete them," came Brad's steely order.Claire t
Brad reeled back, immensely shocked at Claire's behaviour. His eyes searched her face, going over her closed eyes, button nose, and puckered lips. "What are you doing?" He bit out harshly, his anger growing inside of him. Her eyes flew open and she stared wide-eyed at him. Claire felt her chest slamming against her chest. Why had he not kissed her? Were her lips not inviting enough? Was the plunge of her dress not deep enough to reveal ample cleavage? She briefly closed her eyes, scolding herself and mentally giving herself a knock for the mistake she had made. She should have just taken his lips when she had the chance. If she had taken his lips and quickly straddled him there was no way he would have been able to resist her.As she pulled away and balanced herself on the stool, her face grew hot with embarrassment. She cleared her throat. "I was just thinking maybe we could practice or -"Brad cut off her stutters. "Practice what?!" He asked incredulously. "Tell me Claire, what a
Brad rolled down all the windows of his car. He hoped that the rushing air would cool down his anger.After he had driven far away from her neighborhood, he started to calm down. He recalled his reaction and he felt a tiny pang of guilt. He felt as if he had overreacted. Even after she had begged, he still refused to stay. Brad shook his head. He didn't want to think about that for now. He was bound to leave anyway, there was barely anything to get from remaining there.Having concluded with the opening party of Nazdarovya company and the things he had to do at work and also the shopping for Claire's birthday gift what he had to do next was see Ned and hear what the bastard had to say.He put a call through to Nick. "Hello boss," his rough voice filled my ear."How is your free day going?" I grinned as I teased him.Brad chuckled as Nick grumbled out a reply. "So why I have called," he said, straight to business. Nick perked up as he sat on the reading table in the hotel suite. "Are
Nick got to Byford's bar before Brad. He was seated in the bar for about ten minutes. A few minutes later the men started trooping in.There were about two dozen of them and they all held weapons; axs, guns, knives,.. name it, they had everything with them. Even without the weapons that would scare anyone away, their appearance and look were enough to scare anyone off their pants.The one of them that had a scar across his face came forward. It looked as if his head had been cut in two before it was put back together. The ax he held was thrown over his shoulder as he walked directly toward Nick.Nick hated to admit it but they had caught him by surprise. He had only he expecting the lot in the cars that kept tailing him to come at him. He had not been expecting that a whole gang would trap him here.He dropped the beer he had lazily been sipping as he waited for Brad's arrival then he tucked his phone into his pocket and looked up at the guy that stopped in front of him head-on. "How
A few more screams of horror, a bucket full of blood flow, and a punch here and there; Ned's men were all writhing in pain on the bar's floor.Nick couldn't keep his grin off his face as he pressed his foot clad in boots further into the face of the man who had held a knife to his throat.Brad cast a bored gaze at all of them on the floor, some of them were unconscious while some of them were badly injured, but his men still gallantly stood. They looked ready to take another half a hundred men that dared to face them. Brad sighed and picked up the can to sip from the beer only to realize that the beer can was now empty.He shook his head, "I am highly disappointed in you." He gestured toward them as they lay on the floor. "Are these the best men that Ned has gotten?" His men laughed at his statement and he joined them. They sobered up when he abruptly got on his feet, all traces of humor wiped from his face "I will let you go just this once." Brad could have let his men deal with th
"So should I drive home?" Nick asked as he pulled out of Byford Bar's driveway and onto the road."Do you think they would still dare to tail us after the beating they just received?" Brad sounded tired but his words were amusing.Nick chuckled and he thought If he were even any of those men, he would quit his job or thuggery or whatever they called their profession with Ned and beg for a chance with Brad."I doubt it, boss," then he added, "They may not have learned their lesson in a lifetime but they surely have learned their lesson for tonight."Brad smiled and looked out the window as Nick drove him to his home. "You should make sure you apply something to heal those bruises," he said indifferently but Nick smiled, "Thank you, sir. I will." Brad did not want to admit that in just a few hours that they were apart, he actually missed his driver.Brad let out a relieved breath as Nick pulled up in his driveway. He opened the garage doors for him to drive in.He closed his eyes and t