Present
Brandon
I slammed the door behind me and stalked inside my office. f*****g hell. With a frustrated groan, I raked my fingers through my hair and then slipped the suit jacket from my shoulders and threw it on the sofa at the opposite wall. Every muscle in my body was stretched tight with tension. A year. Twelve months. And, three hundred sixty five f*****g months later, I saw her today and she took my breath away.
The way I had talked to her, if only my parents knew they would disown me. My father would punch me in the face after I would suffer my mother’s disapproval and then of course he would give a green signal to all my brothers including Cole to do as they wish for insulting a woman as I just did. Not that they were any better when it comes to their own woman. But was Queen
