Chapter-Eighteen

Madeline POV:

I woke up due to the extreme pressure building inside my bladder begging me to release the liquid that I had acquired last night.

I groaned and tried to turn my stiff body, but to my utter horror, my body felt heavy and it wouldn't move. I opened my eyes and got blinded by the sun rays penetrating through my window making me curse for being stupid and not shutting the curtains last night.

I blinked twice to clear my vision. I noticed that I was in my room.

I turned my head and found Brandon smuggled in my neck. He was silently sleeping on my shoulder on his back and my hand was under his body weight. I felt his breath caressing my neck and it made me shudder.

My heart started to pound inside my chest at the sight of his very bare back which clearly exposed red long scratches.

What is he doing here in my bed? Why does he have those nail scratches on his back?

I felt some movement under the blanket and my heart stopped beating. His hand was moving from my bare thigh to my bare stomach. I sucked in a sharp breath and risked a glance at him to find him sleeping.

I tried to get up but it was impossible. Brandon's half of the body weight was draped over me and on top of that, he was holding my waist as he would never let go.

I glanced at myself and blanched at the sight of my naked torso.

With the trembling left hand, I removed the blanket from our bodies. My eyes were the size of saucer staring at his butt naked body.

My eyes only zeroed on our naked bodies tangled with each other. Then my eyes went on the half-empty wine bottle resting on the table across my bed.

Every single thing that happened last night came back crashing into my mind. I keep staring at the wine bottle and the images started to clear.

I remembered how he was so jealous last night and he left the Club. I followed him and asked him to come home. We drank to celebrate our graduation then he asked me to dance with him.

We were dancing so gleefully then the next minute we were sucking each other faces.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

The picture and feeling of him ravishing my mouth was still vivid in my mind.  The way he claimed my body and my soul with his talented lips made me shiver.

Suddenly, his hand cupped my breast and started to move. I panicked and shoved his body away in a careless way then ran to a washroom.

I locked the washroom door and took a deep breath to calm myself. After doing my business, I looked at myself in the mirror.

There were huge hickeys on my neck glaring at back me. They were bright red and tenders. I noticed few of them down on my stomach and thighs. My face heated up.

My whole body ached in different places but the sorest part was the one reminding me of what I had lost last night.

In hurry, I forgot to bring my clothes with me inside the washroom so I made my way out to fetch my clothes.

But my body turned frozen at the sight of Brandon sitting on my bed. His six-packs were visible for my hungry gaze to feast on. He just looked perfect to have a second round.

The painful groan escaped from his mouth snapping me back into reality. I hurriedly picked the first piece of cloth that came into my hand and put it on to hide my bare body.

His eyes snapped to me and he stared at me with confusion in eyes. Then his eyes traveled down on my body accessing, recalling and regretting.

His jaw clenched when I moved closer to him. He closed his eye and mumbled something which I didn't hear. He opened his eyes again and glared at me.

Nervously, I glanced down at myself and realized that I was wearing his shirt. The few top buttons were undone showing my cleavage. I tried to hide it by buttoning the shirt again.

There was a complete awkward silence between us.

What is one supposed to say after having sex? I asked myself.

"I should have paid heeds to Laura's warning. I should have listened to her?" Brandon mumbled.

My head snapped at his way.

"What warnings?" I asked him, gritting my teeth in jealousy.

Why he always has to bring her between us? I asked myself in anger.

He got up from the bed rubbing his jaw looking angry then picked his boxers from the floor. I averted my eyes to give him privacy pretending that I didn't see and touched anything last night.

The sight of him standing in my room only in his boxers made me swoon with the want to have him in the breakfast.

He took the long strides and came to stand in front of me with the scowl etched on his face.

"She told me you have been trying to seduce me. You want to steal me from her. She was always worried that you would do something like this. And I guess she wasn't wrong." He had the arrogant smirk on his face.

I walked closer to him and punched him hard on the stomach. He groaned in pain and looked at me with anger.

"Now, tell me how I was trying to seduce you?" I asked him in a sarcastic tone folding my hands on my chest.

"You have been wearing revealing clothes. Last night, you wore that stupid black lacy dress because you knew it would make you look sexy as hell," He said glaring at me.

In one sentence he just accused me of seducing him and told me I looked sexy. I didn't know what to do with him? Strangle him or kiss him?

"Every next girl wears lacy dresses. I don't think they wear it to seduce big-headed assholes likes you. And it was Delia' dress because you know I don't own anything like that" I said with my own glare.

"But you invited me to come here!" He said taking a step forward.

We were nose to nose now.

"You brought that wine up here and said "C'mon lighten up," I mimicked.

"You made me drink," I awhile, glaring at him.

"You could've refused to drink. But, no,  you gulped it down like a thirsty woman on Sahara!" He spat.

"Oh, God! You're impossible, Brandon. Go put some clothes on then we will talk like adults." I said in annoyance.

I was really getting distracted by his bare chest during the fight. My traitorous eyes were sneaking peeks here and there.

"Oh, now, you are bothered. But last night, you weren't complaining about my lack of clothing when we f*cked!" He said with a cruel smile on his face making me angry.

"Why are you acting like a jerk?" I asked him.

"Because you seduced me and made me cheat on my girlfriend." He spat.

"I didn't seduce you. I never planned for it to happen. If I knew you would act like this after taking my virginity I would've never given it to you!" I yelled at him.

"You took my virginity too. I wanted my first time with the girl that I love. And that is Laura. She's my girlfriend" He said.

It felt like he was convincing himself not me. I decided to burst his trust bubble about Laura.

"Laura isn't what you think. You don't know her as I do, she's a...."

I was going to tell him what a whore she is and how I caught her f*cking Connor behind his back. But Brandon did something out of the box.

He smashed his lips on mine in a brutal kiss. He wasn't kissing me. He was demanding that kiss. I was a puddle in his arms, submitting to him as a puppet. I moved my lips trying to match his frantic pace.

His hand touched my jaw tilting my head up for better access as he invaded my mouth with his soft warm tongue. His fingers raked into my hair pulling me closer to him. His actions were rough but they were sexy. He nibbled on my lips giving me the pleasurable pain. He pulled away and caressed my lips softy tracing his tongue.

My body was burning with a strong desire that I didn't know exist inside me.

When we pulled away from each other completely, our lips were red and swollen. We were breathing hard.

His eyes were gleaming with lust and passion.

"Why did you kiss me?" I asked him surprised at my husky voice.

"You were blabbering so I did that to shut you up," He said in a cocky tone.

His conceited remark made me angry.

"I can blabber all I want. Who the hell are you to shut me up?" I glared and pushed him away.

"I'm the guy you just had a one night stand," He said with the smirk.

"I hate you!" I spat.

"The feeling is mutual," He said sarcastically.

"Go to hell, Brandon!" I yelled at him and he started putting on his pants.

"I'll drag you with me, best friend," He said with a small sarcastic laugh.

When he was done putting on his pant, he picked his phone up from the table.

My eyes went to his black shirt that was on my body.

"Here take your shirt, you jerk," I said while trying to unbutton it.

"Keep it. I don't want this dirty shirt back." He said angrily stopping me in the middle of unbuttoning.

"A$$hole!" I yelled at his retracting figure which disappeared from my view as he went downstairs.

Once again, I was left behind because Laura would always have the first place in his life.

Brandon's POV:

I left her house and searched my pocket for my car keys. I didn't find them anywhere.

Shít! Shít!

I remembered that I forgot my car in the club parking lot last night.

How can I forget my baby, my car? I asked myself.

"Because you were consumed with jealousy to care about anything." My mind taunted.

A scowl appeared on my face at the memory of last night. Sighing, I decided to walk back home. I checked the time and realized it was quite early in the morning and my parents wouldn't be up.

I walked to my house without a shirt while the chilly air nipped my skin making me shiver. That was what people call walk of shame I thought.

Taking out my house keys, I sneaked inside and shut the door. With small light steps, I made my way up to my room and sighed. I decided to take a shower and change into some clean clothes that wouldn't smell like sex and wine.

After the long shower, I changed into my white t-shirt and grey sweatpants and laid down on my bed feeling tired.

I closed my eyes to see the flashbacks of last night. I groaned at the memories.

Her innocent moves, her pleasurable moans that filled the night and her soft lips that felt electrifying when they touched my body made me realize how much I loved it. I loved the presence of her satin skin under my body. I loved how I kissed her luscious lips all night.

I recalled how she screamed my name all night and scratched my back, how her long slim legs stayed wrapped around my waist while we made love.

I had never seen anything more beautiful than her in the state of pure ecstasy. She looked breathtaking.

Some of my friends shared how shîty their first time was, but my first time with Madeline wasn't shîty at all. I would say passionate and wild. I couldn't get enough of her all night.

There was this edgy feeling inside me which was gone and replaced with blissful contentment when I had her in my arms.

I didn't know how I lost my restraint. Laura and I had made out many times, but I couldn't get past to kissing her. I never felt such a wild desire for her.

But with Madeline, I wasn't able to stop myself from touching her.

When I saw her dressed in my shirt, I just wanted to drag her to the bed and made love to her again and again.

But I remained myself that it was all wrong to do it in the first time and the second time would leave no chance for us to rectify our mistakes.

But I couldn't stop myself from kissing her one last time. I am glad that I decided to leave her house before something would happen again between us.

It was good that we fought, it would give us time to think about all this. God knows how much time we would both need to settle this argument.

Our last argument lasted for a month and this wouldn't take less time in any way.

I couldn't think how we would ever go back to the same after what happened last night.

I was about to fall asleep when my bedroom door was banged open and my mother came in.

"Brandon, when did you come home last night?" Mom asked me with the curious gaze.

"Around midnight," I lied.

"Why are you still in the bed then? Come downstairs for breakfast," She said leaving the room.

Sighing, I got up from the bed and went down for breakfast.

Dad was having breakfast and looked in hurry.

"Good morning, dad," I said sitting on the stool across him.

"Morning, son," He said and started stuffing his mouth with toast and egg, chewing hurriedly.

"Dad, why are you in so much hurry?" I asked him while pouring myself some coffee.

"What? I'm not in hurry," He replied in monotone.

I raised my eyebrows at his weird behavior.

"I'm taking your mother somewhere today. I want you to babysit your brother and sister," He said.

"Sure, dad," I said nonchalantly.

"That's great!" He said pinching my cheeks and getting up.

He had never done that before.

"Dad, are you really alright?" I asked, concerned about him.

"I'm perfectly fine" He replied and rolled his eyes.

My mother placed two plates in front of me. It had sandwiches and pancakes.

I picked the pancakes because they were covered in a maple syrup looking mouth watering.

I started to stuff my mouth realizing how hungry I was.

"Brandon, where's your car?" Dad asked me.

I choked on my pancakes and looked at him.

My mother got up from the stool and started rubbing my back telling me to drink some water which I did gladly.

"I took a cab to come back home. My car is still in the club parking" I said coughing.

"Oh, I didn't see it outside so I thought I should ask". He said with the smirk as he knows about my last night adventures.

I shuddered thinking about at the possibility of him knowing what I did.

Mom left the kitchen telling me to finish my breakfast.

I focused on eating silent while my mind was wandering back slowly to Madeline.

The twins came running in the kitchen breaking me out from my thoughts. Erin opened the cupboard and pulled out his favorite cereal. Elena attacked me by jumping on my back.

"Puff! You're getting heavier, dear sister," I teased her.

Her eyes landed on my plate which was full of pancakes. She was drooling at the sight of it and that annoyed me.

"Please, can I have a bite?" She asked giving me puppy dog eyes.

"No, I don't like sharing my food," I said with the shake of my head to emphasize my point.

"I'll tell you a secret," She said.

If Elena says she will tell you a secret, it means she will definitely tell you something that you don't know so I agreed to give her a bite.

"Okay," I hesitantly said.

I picked up the fork and feed her a piece of pancake. She chewed it slowly testing my patience.

"Today is mom and dad's anniversary," She whispered in my ear.

"Oh shit! I forgot." I said.

"Awe, Brandy, you're getting old and losing your memory already," She said giggling.

I rolled my eyes at her.

"But dad just told me he is taking mom out. We don't have a plan for a surprise" I told her.

"Dad is taking mom somewhere special so we don't need to plan a surprise. They will not be coming back tonight." She said wiggling her eyebrows.

I knew what she was trying to tell me with that suggestive eyebrow shrug. I glared at her and she pouted.

"Noah isn't here like last time so we are not throwing any secret party," I said.

"How about we go to gift shopping?" She said with the sweet smile.

"Okay," I said.

"I'm going to get ready, Brandy," She said giving me the sweetest smile.

Then she snatched the whole pancake from my plate and running out of the kitchen before I could get my hands on her pretty little neck.

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Hello, lovelies!!

Early update what say?

So this chapter will make sense when I'll post the next one. So don't worry 😉

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Published Date:18-March-2017

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