But there’s something missing. There always has been, and it’s only becoming more and more obvious when we spend time together these days.
“Can’t wait to see them over my shoulders later,” Brad mutters absentmindedly as if he’s fully invested in his fantasy. I’m concentrating on doing up the fiddly straps, but the second I look up, I find myself at eye level with his tented trousers.
“We really should be leaving,” I say, getting to my feet before he decides that he’d rather stay here and let me suck his cock instead.
The thought alone makes my stomach turn over.
“Y-yeah,” he mutters, rubbing his jaw.
Making my way toward the door, I grab my clutch and stuff my purse and phone inside, and when I look back over my shoulder, Brad is busy adjusting himself.
“Do you need a few minutes?” I ask with my fingers wrapped around the door handle to make a point.
“No. I’m hoping you’ll fix my issue later. It’s all my own fault for buying you that sinful dress, baby.”
His eyes drop down my body once more, but I quickly turn my back on him and step out of my flat.
It’s safer being out in public when he’s looking at me like he’s about two minutes from devouring me.
Brad might be kinky in the bedroom, but public displays aren’t really his thing. Thank fuck.
24
NICO
The second I discovered Damien had put a security detail on Brianna to ensure her safety, I demanded that Theo hack into the system and tell me which motherfucker it was.
Relief flooded me when I heard the name of one of our older guys who has years of experience popped up. He’s also, hopefully, not going to be someone Brianna looks twice at. That thought made the relief vanish quicker than it arrived, instantly turning to anger.
I shouldn’t care if she finds the security tailing her hot. I shouldn’t give a fuck if she wants to screw him six ways from Sunday…
But you do.
Anyway, I want to say that it’s his fault that I’m sitting outside her apartment like a grade-A stalker on Friday evening when I could be literally anywhere fucking else enjoying life. But it’s not. He might have called me to tell me she’d invited a guy inside, but I’ve been sitting here much, much longer than that.
Since about ten minutes after she ordered those fucking pastries, to be precise.
I watched the delivery guy go inside, stay for longer than necessary, and then shamelessly rearrange his junk the second he emerged once more.
If I didn’t have the notification sitting on my phone to tell me that I had paid for that little treat, then I might wonder if she paid in another form.
If she did, he really fucking needed that. Because while he might have been gone for longer than the delivery would have taken. It wasn’t that fucking long.
Brianna has skills, but surely no man in his right mind would allow it to be over that fast.
But then, more hours later than I’m willing to admit to, Brad the bellend parked his rich-boy Porsche in front of her building and sauntered in like he owned the fucking place.
The second I saw him, my fingers curled around the wheel, my grip turning painful and my knuckles white. My heart rate increased and the heavy weight of my gun sitting in my waistband became almost impossible to ignore.
It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him. Seen them.
Only minutes after she taunted me with this Brad and his magical cock, I went on a hunt through her socials to find him. It wasn’t hard to locate the sleaze, and when I did, I had Theo run a check on him.
I was hopeful we were going to find something I’d be able to ruin him with. But his profile was boring as fuck. No criminal records or even warnings, no evidence of any wrongdoings. Just a solid sleazeball who had regular access to the pussy I was quickly becoming addicted to.
Everything he does, every move he fucking makes only goes to prove everything Brianna has said about him. And I fucking hate him for it.
I hate him with a passion I don’t usually feel. It’s reserved for special motherfuckers like Ricardo Mariano, not Brad the fucking bellend who thinks he owns my girl.