Billionaires Runaway Bride
He quickly flipped me around and held my wet body up against his as the water continued to pour down on us. His hands wrapped around me and he cupped a breast in each of them while his lips made their way unhurriedly down my neck. All the while, I felt his body throbbing and pressing up behind me.
I leaned into him as my breathing quickened, and I used my body to urge him forward. The thrusting motion of my hips backward allowed him permission to take me, and he soon pressed my hands forward onto the bench as he thrust from behind.
The quick motions and full movements had us both screaming in pleasure within moments. My body felt the tension dissolve, and I gave in to the pleasure without concern for what I sounded like or looked like. I wanted to feel him inside of me; I didn’t want to make love to him, I didn’t want to spend hours touching and enticing each other. Instead, the unbridled thrusting of his desire was the perfect remedy for what I needed from Brandon in that moment.
“Damn, I love this shower,” I laughed as he pulled me back up toward him.
“Me, too; it was a big selling point.”
His hands moved through my hair as I leaned back and let the warm water beat down on me. I explored his body with my hands and grabbed the soap as we lathered each other up. I’d never felt comfortable in the shower with someone before. Even with my late husband, it had always been awkward for me, but I didn’t care about awkward as I stood there with Brandon. We just washed up and then wrapped ourselves in towels as we made our way back out to the warmth of his bedroom.
“I do think I should head into the office and see if there is anything I need to do. I can’t afford to lose my job.”
The reality of my situation was still there. No matter how much fun I was having with Brandon, and even if I knew the message had not been sent from him, I needed my job. To keep my job, I had to ensure that no other accounts were affected.
“I understand. Is there anything I can help with?”
“Figure out why this person would come through the Dating the Rich app to get to you. That would be very helpful.”
“I’m on it,” he laughed. “I’ll let you know if I figure anything out.”
“Have you met anyone else off the site?” I hated to ask, but it seemed like a logical connection if he was being targeted through it.
“No, I’ve answered some messages through there, but I hadn’t set up a date with anyone except you. Del, ask me anything – I will answer you truthfully I promise.”
“Where did you meet women at before you joined the dating site?”
“At bars and the usual spots like that.”
“All right, I’ll see what I can find out. I suggest you think back through the women you’ve had in your life and see which one has a broken heart. Hatred like this comes from love. Whoever is targeting you is close to you in some way – maybe a friend, ex-lover, or some other person that has a stake in the game. People don’t just come after a person so intimately unless there is something in it for them.”
“Okay,” he said quietly. “I just don’t want you to worry about it too much. Get your work stuff in order and I’ll handle the rest. And if you get anymore messages from the dating app, it is not me. I am going to delete the account right away.”
“I’ll talk to you later,” I said as I gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Call me tomorrow and we can talk about what we were able to find out. I don’t want to be worried about you all week long.”
He grabbed me and held on like he wasn’t going to let me go. I was perfectly fine with it. Being needed by someone other than my son was a feeling that had evaded me for years, yet it flashed through me like a familiar love I welcomed and felt at home with.
“I’ll see you sometime this week, won’t I?”
“Call me and we can make some plans, but take care of yourself and this mess. I can’t have you getting arrested for all this illegal activity you’re doing,” I joked.
Brandon walked me downstairs and waited with me while he called an Uber to pick me up. He had offered to drive me to the office, but I was fine with the car coming to get me. There was a lot running through my head and I needed to step away from Brandon before I was going to get it all straight.
“I’ll call you. Take care of yourself, and please let me know if you get any other weird messages. I’m worried that someone out there has the capacity to cause some real harm in my life and actually get me arrested.”
“Okay, will do,” I said and climbed into the Uber as said my goodbyes.
While the car pulled away, I replayed his last words to me in my head.
People who didn’t commit illegal acts weren’t afraid of getting arrested. I know that was the case for me. Even if someone was after me, or hated me, I never would think that I could get arrested because I didn’t commit crimes. My gut said there was more to this story, and I didn’t like it one bit.
Chapter Sixteen
Brandon
“I’m one hundred percent certain that someone is after me, and it isn’t the SEC.”
I had been reluctant to think that all the things that had been happening to me were on purpose; that just wasn’t the type of person I was. I gave people the benefit of the doubt for as long as possible before I gave in and started to think the worst of them.