Brandon continued staring at me. His blue eyes glowed with a savage inner fire. I could feel his intense desire to make love to me from the way his hard body was throbbing madly under me and the way his muscular chest was heaving crazily. However, he seemed to be fighting the urge to devour me. Brandon took a deep breath after some minutes and licked his lips nervously. With a faded tone, he whispered. "Jewel, do you ever cook words before dishing them out?""Words are not meant to be cooked," I remarked, my voice filled with a mix of desire and impatience as I untied the rope of his sleep robe, my hand gliding over his well-defined chest."I can't believe I've raised such a mischievous girl. I must be a terrible father," Brandon chuckled, his voice tinged with amusement."Bran, make love to me," I whimpered, my words filled with longing as I trailed my tongue along his defined abs."Jewel..." Brandon began to speak, but I silenced him by pressing my lips against his, taking him una
"Jewel, I did not grasp the true meaning of love until I cradled you in my arms eighteen years ago and looked into the depths of your beautiful hazel eyes. However, as your father, it is my duty to protect you and not fuck you," Brandon said and a solemn silence descended upon the room. There he went again! Always referred to the love he professed for me when I was just a baby. Brandon was just deceiving himself, not me. Deep down, I knew that we both have romantic feelings for each other."You shouldn't have come here," I whimpered over my choking beating heart. "You should have found a way to send the invitation card to my grandfather," I said, my voice filled with intense sadness. "It took me a whole year to push the feelings I have for you aside and concentrate on my studies again. Now, you've resurrected everything, do you expect me to endure another year of agony?" I questioned, my emotions raw and vulnerable. Brandon lowered his head and closed his eyes, his expression filled
Brandon Henderson's Narrative. Coming to Malmö was a decision that took me one month to make because of Emma. It had taken her a whole year to suppress her feelings for me, but for me, my unwavering love for her grew stronger with each passing day.I was aware that my arrival would only complicate matters for both of us, especially for me. But Anthony Coleman, Emma's grandfather, was not someone I could simply invite to my civil marriage with a casual phone call. He had raised me as his own and protected me from my enemies. Our bond was stronger than that of a typical father and son.I desperately wished Emma knew the depth of my love for her. However, I couldn't confess my feelings because she was just a teenager, and she is also my goddaughter. It was against my principles to develop romantic feelings for Emma, but love has a way of moving people's hearts in an unexpected direction. Enduring two whole years without seeing Emma's face was the darkest period of my life. But the m
Regrettably, I couldn't reciprocate the passion. Gradually, she moved downwards, freeing my manhood from the snug briefs I wore, and started pleasuring the tip with her mouth. Despite her efforts to put me in the mood, none of her actions were able to stimulate an erection in me.After several minutes of pleasuring my manhood, Rachel let out a sigh and turned away, walking towards the bed. I reached out and gripped her hand, attempting to stop her, but she angrily swung her hand out of my grip. Angrily, she climbed onto the bed and faced the window. I quickly put on my snug briefs, joined her on the bed, and knelt between her legs. Rachel spread her legs wide apart, waiting for my action but I couldn't do anything. "Rachel, I'm sorry," I murmured softly, and she sniffled and looked away. "Please just give me a little more time.""Bran, you've been saying that for the past two years! I am the most beautiful girl in the universe! Men are desperate to catch a glimpse of even my thigh!
Emma Coleman "Nana?" I called out when I recognized the figure standing at the entryway. "Brandon brought this to my room tonight. He wants me to give it to you after he leaves, but I think you need to see it and thank him or discuss it with him before he leaves," Marbella, my grandmother, said with a teary tone as she walked slowly towards my bed. She dropped the mysterious box on my bed, wiped her tears with the back of her palm, turned, and left the room. Her reaction made me hesitate to open the box. I had cried enough already, and I did not want anything that would make me shed more tears. As I continued staring at the box Marbella placed on my bed wondering what was inside that made Marbella shed tears, I heard a loud kick on my door, and it swung open violently, hitting the wall with a loud noise. My heart skipped a beat. "You shameless bîtch!" a woman's voice pierced the silence. Rachel stood in the middle of the room, her arms folded across her chest, her legs trem
A flash of lightning illuminated the room, followed by a distant rumble of thunder. The wind picked up, carrying with it some nostalgic feelings. I moved away from the window as the rain began to fall. I climbed the bed and buried my body under the duvet. My gaze remained fixed on the window sill, observing the raindrops relentlessly pelting against it.As the rain continued to pour, it seemed to soften the earth and stir up the remaining long-buried feelings I had for Brandon that I had managed to push aside. Tears welled up in my eyes as I recalled Rachel's threat and how defeated her words made me feel. Suddenly, my phone chimed, indicating a new message from my Watsapp. The voice note began to play and Brandon's voice filled the room. Brandon blocked my number when he left Malmö two years ago. I couldn't believe he just unblocked my number. "Jewel, are you still awake? I need to ask, did Rachel hit you? Please reply if you're awake," Brandon said. There was a faint tremor in h
Silence enveloped the car. The soft purr of the engine and my heart that continued pounding in my chest were the only sound within my car. Brandon squeezed my palm again before talking."Jewel, come let's eat together like old times," Brandon murmured."No," I shook my head. My eyes filled with unshed tears as I stared out through the window, controlling the urge to throw myself on Brandon's broad chest, bask in the warmth of his embrace and beg him to take me with him as I couldn't stand the cold reality of his departure this time. The eerie silence in the car and the powerful androsterone emanating from Brandon made me desire him more than ever."Bran… please, go. Rachel is waiting for you," I murmured. But no words came from Brandon. He continued to gently squeeze my palm. I turned my head to look at him and was taken aback by the expression in his eyes. Beyond Brandon's stoic facade was unspoken pain, alive and glowing in his eyes as he stared at me. Our eyes locked and I studie
As the car exited the courtyard and entered the bustling road, tears continued to flow down my cheeks. Nevertheless, I bravely gazed out of the window.The car pulled up in front of a skyscraper, the e-learning headquarters I had acquired with the money Brandon had transferred into my account two years ago before he left. That money was his life savings; he had saved it when he was just a school teacher. I decided to utilize the money wisely and make Brandon proud.I stepped out of the car with a cold demeanor and headed towards the elevator. I noticed about fifteen military men standing in front of the skyscraper, but I didn't pay much attention to them. Just as the elevator doors opened, my phone beeped. I quickly checked and found an email from my bank."Dear valued customer,Your Astral Bank International account has been temporarily frozen at the request of Samuel Coleman. Rest assured, your funds are secure. We apologize for any inconvenience and appreciate your understanding.