Defying Fate (6 page)

Braxton walks over to me, caressing my redden cheek with his thumb. I notice Liam as he has a strong hold on Tiffany. Braxton attempts to speak, but I cut him off raising my hand.

“Listen, I don’t know you. I’m sickened by the way you act. You’re Eve’s mother, and yet you walk around like a crazy lady. Maybe you are. I don’t know nor do I care.” With thin lips, I declare. “But, if you ever slap me again, I will hit you back.” It’s a shame; this woman is beyond beautiful, but her personality makes her ugly as sin.

Having said my peace, I feel more relaxed. Braxton’s eyes have a surprised look to them, maybe a bit in awe. Liam is laughing his ass off. And Tiffany, well, she just looks outplayed.

Standing stiff Braxton’s attention is directed towards Tiffany. “Tiff’ you ever lay a hand on Izzy again, you will answer to me. Bitch I am not kidding. You are the mother of my child, but you act like some crazy bitch. You're upset because you had me, and now you don’t. Izzy is far too good for me, but she’s my friend and now an employee. Eve loves her and for once she has a good role model. Shit doesn’t get better than that.” Wow, now I’m the one in awe. God almighty, he can be so damn sweet, and, really cute.

With tears rolling down her cheeks, she wipes them away. She turns out of Liam’s arms and strolls for the door. Before she leaves, she mumbles something, I am sure it’s directed toward me.

Suddenly, she stops turning her attention our way. “Liam you’re my brother. Are going to let Brax talk to me like this?”

The room starts to spin. What? Her brother, you have got to be kidding me?

Acknowledging her, Liam explains. “Tiff’ you did all of this on your own. Fucked with Brax most of his life. Thinking about my niece and the way you treat her drives me crazy. You’re no good little sister, fucking truth stings like a bitch doesn’t it?” Liam says, not skipping a beat.

On her way out the door, again she turns giving us an angry look. “Fuck off Liam.”

Okay. Now that the tornado known as ‘Tiffany’ is long gone, I fall back against the wall. Holding my head in my hands, I suddenly find it hard to breathe.

With my eyes closed, I can sense Braxton is near me. “Izzy, babe. I’m sorry about all of that. She’s pissed at me, not you.”

Oh My God, he can’t be serious.

Irritated and slightly pissed at what he said, my look quickly lets him know I’m not stupid. “Really! You? No. No. I don’t think so. She thinks I screwed your brains out, let alone with Liam as well. She hates me; she slapped me. She threatened me on her way out. I would say she was pissed at ME. I didn’t do a damn thing. This shit between you and her is none of my damn business. What the hell?” The only thing, my mind can process, is what he was thinking getting involved with an unstable bitch like her in the first place? Then it becomes apparent to me; she’s blonde, long-legged and has a curvy hot body. Duh!

“She’s jealous Izzy, plain straight up jealous. She sees how much you mean to Eve and now you are here working her old job, putting a smile on my face, I might add.” He makes a point to smile as big as he can to make his point.

Oh, my God! I don’t need this shit. “It was nice working for you, but this obviously is not going to work. Find a new girl you can screw six ways to Sunday. Piss her off with that new girl. I have had my share of shit. Hot or not Braxton, reality is a bitch, and she likes to slap the shit out of me now and then.” No need for me to explain all of that to him, so I shut it.

I walk into my office to grab my purse. And in an instant, all I feel, is a strong arm around my waist. The next thing, I know, is I’m pressed up against a very hard-bodied Braxton.

He is breathing heavily as he leans in closer to me ear. “Izzy, if you think I am letting you out of my sight. Think the fuck again.” His anger, evident by the tight hold he has on me. Yet I’m not afraid. No, I’m slightly turned on. The idea someone wants me, well, it’s something sweet. Unfortunately, this situation is not a good one.

Struggling with him, I beg. “Let me go.”

With even a tighter grip, I feel his hard body tense up. “Stop it, Izzy.” So sweet and yet so demanding.

Braxton then hauls me up against the wall in my tiny office. Our eyes lock as if in a sudden standstill. Hearing the door close, I assume Liam has now left us alone.

His heavy stare just confirms to me just how hot he is.

My moan comes out as barely a whisper. “Braxton.”

“Baby. Shh.” He whispers back.

He leans into me, his lips barely touching mine. I am yearning to feel the softness of them as he teases me with a slow lick to his lower lip. My eyes are entranced. His wet, velvety tongue glistens as if inviting me in. I’m visibly shaken as every ounce of my body feels like it now lit on fire. Braxton is intoxicating. Whimpering, I lick my parched lips in response. His eyes are blazing with lust, and I ache to touch him. A part of me wants to stop this madness; the other part has me mentally stripping him naked. God, shut my brain off, please.

Braxton moans as his lips graze my jaw. “Sweet, sweet, Izzy. You drive me crazy.” He stops moving to gaze into my eyes. “Seeing Tiff’ slap you had me wanting to rip her head off. No one is going to touch you. Only me! Jesus, when it comes to you, I can’t think straight.” The slight chuckle, he lets out only has me shaking with need.

I can’t help but moan. “Braxton, why? Why do you want me?” I need to know what he sees in me. Before this goes any further I, need to know why?

Pulling back, he just looks at me with an odd expression. “You can’t be serious?”

“Well yeah, I am. Your baby momma is hot, just saying. I, on the other hand, let’s just say nothing special. So, I ask again, why me?”

The slit in his eyes tells me he is not amused. “Fuckin’ A Izzy! She doesn't hold a candle to you. You glow so much brighter. Your goodness and sweetness is a fucking wet dream baby.” I can sense his demeanor shift as his look is now more mischievous. “Bet you feel like heaven, been dreaming about having you under me for the whole damn week.” He says with that mega smile of his.

Trying to block out that damn smirk of his, I am still in disbelief. “What. Oh my god. You can’t be serious.” Forcing the back of my head against the wall, he just keeps saying all the right things. This can’t be happening?

His dark voice snaps my attention back to him. “Done talking babe give me those sweet lips.”

I don’t have a second to ponder this as he crashes his lips against mine. Instant fireworks go off in my mind. His lips soft, warm, and the wetness of them take hold of my trembling ones. He is in control, and I fucking love it. My head swims, I am so lost in his arms; I let him devour me. His tongue sweeps across my lower lip begging entrance into my mouth. I open wide to welcome him in. Gently, I suck on his tongue, drawing him in deeper. Each second my desire grows as every nerve in my body is set on fire. My nails draw blood as I dig them into his shoulders, my passion is being unleashed. The grinding of his hips allows his belt buckle to hit me in just the right spot. Instantly a moan escapes my quivering lips. His hands on my ass, Braxton grinds his larger than life erection against my heated core. Sweet Jesus, this feels so damn good.

“Braxton.” I muster a whisper.

“Feel me Izzy. I want you so fucking bad. I can almost taste it. I want to crawl up deep inside you.” His voice is trembling as his hands, lips and erection are doing such things to my needy body.

Yes...please!

Losing all self-control, I let my desire absorb every delectable inch of him. “Braxton. You feel so good.” Even though this feels out of this world, I’m afraid to allow it to happen. “This is still wrong.”

“No babe, there isn’t a damn thing wrong here. Feels like heaven; feeling you grind on me. My dick has never been so hard in my life. I’ve never wanted a woman like I fucking want you. I need you Izzy. Need some sweetness in my life, like you said earlier, you didn’t know it, but you were spot on. Never had such sweetness before in my life, now that I got a taste of it, I got to have it.”

I’m suddenly finding myself hauled in his strong arms over to my tiny desk and laid out flat on top of it. Papers were now scattered half on the floor and the other half under my body.

I am under him and oh my world, the full weight of his strong body feels so damn good. I know I have died and gone to heaven. There are no words to describe the feeling between us right now. His hot breath on my face has me in his trance. Drawing out moans from down deep inside my soul, I swear I let the words slip out of my mouth I have no control over. We fit so well that the bulge between his legs is rubbing my, oh so sweet spot, perfectly. Just the right amount of friction he’s rubbing up and down and then round and round. Never in my life has anyone made me feel like I could explode from just rubbing against me fully clothed. Jesus, Mother. Mary!

Nuzzling my neck, he bites and licks his way to my ear. “Are you ready for me Izzy?”

Moaning and sighing, I can only gasp. “Oh Braxton, ahhhh...”

His stiff arms wrap around my whole body. I have never felt so cherished in my life. Hell, at the moment, I’ll surrender, just to have this man manipulate my body into submission.

Seriousness seems to wash over his face. Pausing momentarily, he then sweetly kisses my nose. “Remember what I said about us sizzling baby? Your body is on fire for me. Please tell me you want this?” Running his hand down the side of my body, he hitches my leg up over his hip. I end up running my fingers through his unruly hair, yanking on it to let him know I understand him all right. Hell to yes, I want you Braxton.

Pushing his head away from my neck, I angle his head so I can look into his big brown eyes. What I see surprises me? His eyes are now midnight black full of lust and raw heat. “The only thing, I know, is how I wish we were naked and I had you wrapped up inside of me. I want to feel that dick of yours throbbing and knocking on my cervix like it’s a damn door. I want it; hard and fast, then slow and steady. Need you to rock my damn world Braxton. Does that answer your question, baby!” I figured it was my turn to shock him speechless.

Moaning, he starts to say something when we both stop and stare at his vibrating…dick. ‘What the hell?’

“Ah, Braxton is it me or is your dick vibrating?” I say as I cannot contain my laughter.

Standing up, he pulls his phone out of his front pocket. Glancing at the screen, he swears under his breath as he answers it. “What the fuck now?”

I have never hated phones as much as I do right this minute. My impending explosion has now left me sexually frustrated and ready to blow.

He nods his head to get my attention. “Sorry babe, it’s Eve. Need to take this.” Of course, he does, it’s his daughter for goodness sake.

His once frustrated look has now transformed into a heart-warming smile. “Hey, sweet girl, what’s up?” I unintentionally moan listening how sweet he is with his daughter. In response to hearing me moan, he tightly closes his eyes and rubs his very hard bulge in his pants. I slightly chuckle, which earns me a scowl. It seems like I’m not the only one left sexually frustrated.

“Okay listen, you do not have to go back to your mother. She is bringing you WHERE? Here, at the shop? No kidding.” He takes about five big breaths before answering again.

I can only imagine what is going on; from the one-sided conversation I can hear, it sounds like Tiffany is bringing Eve here to the shop. The witch does not give up. Izzy breathe and get the fuck out of here.

I’m slow to get up off of my desk. Getting my bearings, I straighten out my clothes in an attempt to calm my raging libido. Just knowing Tiffany is around is like taking an ice-cold shower. Leaving my office looking like I just hosed the boss would not look good. Braxton’s sudden voice change causes me to jump. Ah, it seems he is now talking to his baby momma. Time to escape I head for the door.

Holding the phone to his chin, I get a very stern glare.

“Don’t even think about it Iz.” Not only his glare but the tone of his voice is tense and rather seething.

I whisper to him for some damn reason, like I care if Tiffany can hear me or not. “I’m going to high-tail it out of here before, your baby momma gets back. Once is enough for a run in with her. Not in the mood to get slapped again, especially in front of Eve. You settle with her, and I will see you later.” As I turn toward the door, I have stopped for the second time today as Braxton’s large hand catches my arm. Alarmed, I stomp my foot down on his, and it has no effect on him whatsoever.

“Not happening, Izzy. You and I are going to talk quick before my daughter gets here with her bitch of a mother.” Braxton ended his call and now has me pulled against him. Kissing the top of my head, he breathes me in as I do the same with him. For such a new thing between us, this feels right, like we have done it a million times before.

“Braxton, I need to get lost. Nothing good will come of this if I am here.” Looking up at him, I can see his internal struggle as he knows it is the right thing to do.

“Don’t like it, but I can’t argue with you about it either. Bitch is doing this to piss me and you off. The only thing, she is going to do, is play the ‘pity me’ card, and I don’t need you to witness it. But damn honey, I want to finish what we started here. Things were just getting good.”

“Um. Yes, it was nice; still unsure if it is wise though. Maybe it was a good thing we got interrupted. I’m sure once you get your head straight, you might change your mind about me.” Sensing my insecurity he tenses.

“What the hell are you talking about? You have got to be shitting me right now.” His look of aggravation gives into my madness.

“What? No, I am not shitting you. Who the hell says that anyway?” My annoyance with him comes out as pissy.

“I do. Now will you care to explain yourself? Me, wanting you is not a heat of the moment thing. I’ve wanted you since I saw you on the porch with Eve. Never seen a woman so sweet and fuckin’ hot in my life. That is no lie either.”

To my utter surprise, I can see the truth behind his words. The only problem is can I trust them?

“Oh for Christ’s sake, now you're lying to me. I can’t even come close to your baby momma, and I am sure all your leading ladies look more like her than me.” I know I’m putting myself down, but it helps me to put things into perspective. I guess it’s just easier this way.