OBSESSED with my future husband

Let The Fun Begin...

Brandon

Finally.

First time in so many years I felt like I did something to be proud of. Finally, I was there for my brothers when they needed me the most.

I was just entering the town when I got a phone call from my father who filled me in everything and then there was Brenna on the phone, crying and scared. Instantly I knew what I had to do, even if it raised questions from my family.

When I had reached the scene the motherfucker who had always took pleasure in hurting us brothers was pointing his gun at my brothers with his goons by his side. But that was only for a second because the next second he was on the ground as I fired and my bodyguards shot the goons by his sides.

And now here I was… in my bedroom, restless and again feeling that familiar emotion of envy and loneliness as I could hear my brothers and their wives. I hate it when I felt like this and sometimes I wonder if I’ll every be able to not feel this way. It was a part of a reason that I rarely came home because my chest pains when I see Maddox and Brenna. It hurts. I don’t know why it still managed to fill my heart with longing. But it also makes me think if this longing was for Brenna or to have someone like her, or to have something like my brothers have.

Raking my fingers through my hair I exited the bedroom and stalked down the stairs, I just wanted to get out of this place where I felt like every soft whisper and word and a baby crying was mocking me. “Brandon…” I stopped as my mother called out my name. When I turned around she was standing at the kitchen entrance in her night gown with a pitcher of water in her hand. “Where are you going, darling?”

“I… just out.” I finished lamely.

With her blue eyes just like mine she stared back at me for a full minute, making me squirm as if I was three year old boy instead of a man of twenty and six. “It’s late.” She looked at the time on the microwave. “Almost two in the morning.”

Just then the house echoed with a high pitched giggle from upstairs. Brenna.

The next time my eyes met my mother’s, hers were filled with what resembled like pity. “I will be back. Don’t worry.” I gritted out and left.

After driving for about half hour around the city that it was almost twenty minutes past two, I reached in the outskirts of the town where buildings were abandoned or looked like that something seedy happened there on regular basis. Looking around I saw a couple of lit small structures, driving closer I saw a gas station, a small grocery store and a bar.

I parked my car and decided to go in. May be, I would find a distraction for the night. But I doubted if I would get what I craved the most and what I generally looked for, in this godforsaken place.

Ellison

After making peanut butter sandwiches and readymade soup for the children, three girls and one boy, I tucked them in in the king size bed, not even thinking about what he would say or do if he found out what I did in his place.

I scribbled a short note for him if he came and found me gone with these children sleeping in. I can explain. Please let them sleep. I taped it to the bedroom door as I shut it softly behind me. Looking at the clock I realised it was almost two in the morning and my chances of finding a man with stuffed pockets, for what I was planning, was getting slimmer by the minute. But not letting it bring me down, I marched to my backpack where I had left it by the window, from where I had entered because I really didn’t know the password for the elevator. Opening the backpack, I pulled out my black short shorts and red shimmering off shoulder top.

In the next fifteen minutes I was prepared to seduce an unsuspecting man, preferably with deeper pockets. With my bouncing curls and half my body on display I had done this hundreds of times in the past, trapping the men by my false appearance and then doing my business. Either giving them there well deserved punishment or to rob them of their filled wallets when I needed the money. Don’t get me wrong I only target who deserve it.

But today… every cell in my body was prickling and my sixth sense was warning me. Shaking my head I breathed out. “Its nothing, and you need the money.” I murmured to myself. And with my knife securely tucked behind my shorts, I jumped out of the window on to the window sill and then slowly made my way down through the drainpipe. And yeah, I can do that too!

Half an hour later with two men flanking me from my right side I was questioning myself if I really wanted to do this. The two men looked in their late thirties and early forties respectively, both had a beer belly and were looking at me like they hadn’t had s*x in forever, but I couldn’t detect any malice or evil in them, only the general appreciation I usually get from male population.

I was about to suggest a quiet corner to the closer one so I could snatch his wallet at the first chance I get, not that he looked like his wallet would be filled with crisp dollar notes, but I stopped midway as I felt that familiar tingling awareness.

He was here.

Closer.

I knew he was in town. I knew he had been there to save his brothers, as I had just given a lift to his baby brother's wife to their big house when she had stumbled upon the road, hair wild and brown eyes wide with fright. She made me uncomfortable in a kind of way that I had never felt before. It was different and I couldn't pin point the exact reason but all the way to their house I had kept my mouth shut. And when I had came back to the scene in the middle of the road, I had been ready to interrupt and let one of my knives fly to the asshole's chest who was pointing the gun on the Carter brothers but before I could, my future husband was there to help them out. So I had just retraced my steps, I wasn’t ready to officially meet them. Not yet.

Even though I would never admit it aloud, a part of me was afraid. Afraid, if they would accept me as I am. Because I wasn’t there normal girl. I wasn’t a princess to be coddled, I wanted to be a queen to be worshipped.

But now here… as I felt the intensity of his closeness, I wondered if the time has come where I meet my future husband. Because years back when I had tried to, he hadn’t accepted my invitation.

Closing my eyes, taking a deep breath, I stiffened my backbone, pasted a smile on my red coated lips and turned around to survey the bar. And there he was… his blue eyes staring back at me, without blinking and without any reservations.

Oh dear future husband. Now finally, I have your attention. Let the fun begin.

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