Nika Bradford Novels & Stories

Men like Darren mistake tolerance for invitation. “I miss you, Frankie.”

"This is my son, Brad. Huge fan." "Sup," Brad says, nodding at the players. He's swaying slightly, a red Solo cup in his hand. His eyes are glassy. He's drunk. At a professional sports facility. In front of his father. I glance at Jax. He's watching Brad with narrowed eyes. "Bro, that was sick," Brad says, stumbling toward Jax. "You had Winnipeg cooked. I was like, maybe New England isn't washed after all." Jax stares at him. "Thanks. I think."

Mommy seriously interrupted. I swallowed suddenly. Brad cleared his throat. "Ma'am, Sir, I can assure you that I have no family and any obligation except my child with your daughter." Our eyes met. "I'm a young man and I don't have any other children with other women." "Then why aren't you taking your responsibilities to my sister and nephew if you don't have a family with anyone else?" My sister who couldn't stand it and also asked. "Sab?" I protested immediately. “Why? It's true?" She crossed her arms and stared at Brad.

Brad smiled and shook Michael's palm as he had done to Clark then he told both of them who he truly was and what he did for a living before adding his country of origin. "England is a nice place," Michael said and then looked at Clark. "I think Brad and your mother are related since they are both from England." Clark acted as if he didn't hear what Michael had said. He kept his eyes still and focused on Brad who was now talking in whispers with Savannah.

She had heard the news last night, Olivia had told her while they were riding our bikes back home. Brad was going to be leaving Fort Haven, Los Angeles for New York. He would be starting a high school there that would give him an opportunity to better his football Skills and to gain a better chance at a football scholarship in college. From what could be understood, it was a very big opportunity for him and everyone was happy and proud of him. Well Everyone except Isaballa. Isabella could say that it was very stupid for her to feel sad about Brad leaving especially when there is nothing between them at all.

That was where he'd crossed paths with Brad at the bend. Brad was someone Nicholas had met at a networking mixer back in his early startup days. They had had drinks a few times and were more acquaintances than anything. Brad wasn't one for many words, but he was steady and reliable—the sort of man one would trust to have one's back without a second thought. At the time, Brad had also been carrying someone on his back. A bride from the neighboring village, he'd said. Nicholas had taken a couple of glances at me. I was slender, lying quietly against Brad's back, with only the nape of my neck exposed.

We all stood, I still had a subtle smile on, I was enjoying every bit of the moment. I had waited five excruciating long years to see the look on their faces. Now that I have, it was all worth it. "May we all proceed inside the banquet hall," Brad spoke in a calm tone. There was Brad, also known as Bradon, the least anxious person among them. He is Nolan's stepbrother and the COO of the company. Yes, I googled him. I googled them all, and I did my due diligence, no way, I was coming back, without knowing what I was coming back to.

Braden. Braden Cole was the star quarterback. He was six foot three and built like a fucking tank. Broad shoulders, massive chest, thick arms, and a waist that tapered down to a hard stomach. He had dark blonde hair, blue eyes, and a jaw that looked like it was carved from stone. Every girl on campus wanted him. He was dating the head cheerleader, a hot blonde named Tiffany. But after practice, when the rest of the team hit the showers and left, Braden didn't go home to Tiffany. He stayed. And Jake got on his knees like a good little bitch.

Without being able to stop, I opened it, thinking it was Lucas and that there was some problem with the party. The message came from an unknown number and I frowned. I’m in Philadelphia and I’d like to see you again and talk. -Brad I froze completely. I think my heart stopped beating for a few seconds as I read and reread those words. Grind your teeth. DAMN! *****

As if they both know eachother for a while now. 'Since when did Naim strarted to interact with Bradford? And why am I finding out about this now? Does he know that this Bradford is with Miller? If he doesn't, then what is he doing here, exactly at the same time when I planned to catch Miller ' Kairo wondered. "No" he replied to Johnson, which confused Johnson even more. Not too far away from them, Miller is speaking with Bradford. "Where is she Bradford? You said she is here to visit her parents grave. Then why isn't she here?" Miller demanded.