Part 5 (2/2)
”There's a reason I'm trying to stay away, Braxxon. Did you ever think about that?” I whisper.
G.o.d I can't believe I'm having this conversation with him. The room smells like one giant p.u.s.s.y; he's getting his d.i.c.k sucked, and two m.u.f.fler bunnies are eating each other out.
”Not good enough.”
He's so infuriating.
”Dammit... if you wanna conversation with me, wrap this s.h.i.+t up before I leave Braxxon. I will go far, far away from here and never look back.”
Either something in my tone or the way I'm gazing at him must set him off because he pushes b.i.t.c.h number one of his d.i.c.k.
”Get the f.u.c.k out,” he roars.
”Baby,” she coos as the others take off running out of the room. ”You gonna let her threaten you like that?”
One minute she's running her hands down his chest, the next she's on the floor gripping her cheek. Braxxon just slapped the s.h.i.+t out of her.
”I said out b.i.t.c.h!”
She doesn't even bother getting her clothes. She's so quick I nickname her c.o.c.kroach because she's dirty and fast fleeing away.
When the coast is clear, I point my finger at him. ”If you ever hit me like that I'll slit your throat in your sleep.”
It's not a threat; it's a straight warning.
”I would never hit you, baby,” he says softly in the voice I've missed so very much all week long.
”Why did you have Rich fire me?”
”Because you're mine and I won't have you dancing.” He sits down on his bed.
”I'm not yours Braxxon. We f.u.c.ked; that's it,” I whimper overcome with emotions.
”You're mine. I've f.u.c.ked you raw. That makes you mine,” he says, taking the condom off his c.o.c.k.
”You used a condom for head?” I ask, laughing.
”I don't know where that b.i.t.c.h's mouth has been,” he smirks.
”You got me fired. You are so paying my bills until I find another job,” I say seriously.
He looks offended.
”You think I would have you fired and not take care of you?”
”Well, yes,” I answer honestly.
”So much to learn,” he says shaking his head.
”Go wash the s.k.a.n.k off. I'm sending one of your Prospects to get me some d.a.m.n gummy bears. You stress me the h.e.l.l out!”
”Okay Angel,” his voice soft and smooth.
And of course, like any other woman, I swoon again.
I'm sitting down at the bar chatting with PP and eating my gummy bears when Braxxon comes down the stairs looking like a delicious naughty boy. His low-hanging jeans leave his black boxers exposed at the top. He wore his cut over a white tee s.h.i.+rt that stretches across his taut muscular chest. His black riding boots are only tied half way up with the tongue folded over as if he just slipped them on. To top off this insanely delicious moment is the unlit cigarette he's rolling around in that beautiful mouth of his while smiling at me. His movements are slow and precise as if he's teasing me with each step he takes towards me.
”I've washed the s.k.a.n.k off, Angel,” he murmurs low in my ear. I almost choke on my gummy as I suck in a breath.
Pull it together Winter; he's just a ridiculous s.e.xy man, that's all. I slowly turn around and wrap my legs around his waist.
”So if I were to go down on you later, I wouldn't smell cheap perfume?” I ask as I tongue my gummy bear around in my mouth.
Braxxon leans down, his lips just a whisper from mine. ”Never again, Angel.”
As I search his eyes for the meaning behind his words, his lips close the distance, and his tongue swoops in to steal my gummy bear.
”Hey,” I whine as he pulls back, chomping away at my flavored goodness, his full white grin and his eyes taunting me.
”I wonder what these would taste like if I flavored them with your juices,” he says.
What?
”You're not sticking those anywhere but here.” I point to my mouth.
”We'll see.”
Kinky b.a.s.t.a.r.d.
I shake my head laughing at him.
”So you got me fired. Are you going to entertain my new free time? It's only logical that you do.”
He looks regretful. Like what he has to say to me, I'm not going to like. Braxxon unwraps my legs from his waist, picks me up, and carries me over to sit on a sofa near the stage.
”I'm only telling you this because you understand a little. You never repeat anything I ever tell you. Do you understand, Winter?”
He used my real name. So this is serious Braxxon, I take it.
”I understand,” I whisper as I twirl my fingers through his freshly washed locks.
”Pyro is on his way to your place with one of the prospects to pick up Hazel and pack up some of your belongings.”
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