Sinful Indulgence

4. Brandon

VINCENT

I signed the last document on the file then pulled the next stack of papers in front of me. Signing papers, reading contracts and conducting meetings was the repetitive cycle of my work days. And there was the looming dinner with my wife's colleagues. All night I'll have to endure the talk of the many types of cancers and some diseases with names my brain was too damn lazy to grip.

"Did you talk to him?"

"Jesus Hunter! One day you are going to kill me with a heart attack" I had not expected him to barge in on me like that. But then, he was Hunter and manners were not really his middle name.

"How many times have I told you about knocking?" I spat irritably, my index figure tagging at my tie, hoping to lessen it's tightness around my neck.

"The door was slightly open so I just walked right in,"He wasn't even in the least apologetic.

"Look this is is your problem with Dad, not mine,"

"I could get you out of that dinner with your wife's colleagues. We both know you hate it," an amused smirk lit his face.

"I don't hate it," I countered defiantly. Hate was just a strong word for it.

"Come on big bro. Just talk to Dad about my internship,"

"Not happening Hunter. Maybe it's time you actually learnt to be responsible," I glanced at my wrist watch. One more hour to go and I really dreaded the end of it.

"Whatever," he huffed before walking out of the office. Or more like storming out.

I tried keeping myself busy; re-reading contracts, watching a few business conventions online and flipping aimlessly through the few business journals in my office. Twenty more minutes to go. I sighed, leaning back on chair my mind unwillingly going back to those captivating dark eyes.

Her full lips slightly parted had done me in the moment I had walked in that house yesterday. Just for a moment, I let myself picture something forbidden, something I would never have brought myself to think of, a day before yesterday. Her curves visible under her prim plain white dress had been the perfect delicacy to my eyes. I had badly wanted to bring myself to stop staring at her round ass when she began walking up the stairs but somehow all my will was gone. It was like she had me caught up in a trance and I could not disentangle myself.

I don't know whether it was the innocence hanging around her or the secrets her eyes hid but definitely something about her pulled me in. I didn't want to get distracted. I was married and Jenna was my life, not the quiet maid with hidden secrets. I was utterly and completely in love with my wife and she was not about to ruin that for me.

"Dude,"Shaking my head clear of my thoughts, I raised my gaze, a small smile instantly popping on my lips.

"Brandon," The tall Italian guy smirked.

"Aren't you going to give me a hug?"He poised, arms stretched.

I stood up, pulling him into a guy hug. Brandon Montero was my oldest friend, dating back to middle School.

"When did you get back in town?" I wondered.

"A few hours ago. Wanna grab beer with a friend?" He proposed.

"I really can't tonight. Jenna is having some colleagues over for dinner. You can come you know,"

"Well, I guess I could try to find one of her colleagues who talks less of medicine and more of ...my kind of entertainment," his words were sly.

"You know I really thought a trip to India would help you settle down but your testosterone  levels are still spiked,"

"I was traveling the world, not finding myself a wife. Who has got the time to settle down now?" he shrugged, chuckling.

That's when it hit me. Time. Glancing at my watch I realized it was already five minutes to six. Jenna was probably pacing, waiting for the clock to strike six before she began blaring my phone with calls and messages.

"I need to go. Jenna gets really unsettled when I get home late,"

"She is still over protective of you, isn't she?"

"She is not over protective. It's called love Bran. You could really use some of it too," I zipped my suitcase, pulling the blue blazer over my button down crisp white shirt.

"Don't you guys fake it though? Surely, your love could be just for the public, right?"

"You really wish it was that, don't you?" My smile broadened as we stepped into the elevator.

"Maybe a little. It would make me feel less of an imperfect man,"He shrugged yet again.

Once at the parking lot we parted ways with him finding his way to a flashy Maserati.

"So see you at dinner tonight?" I questioned, getting into my car.

"Hell yeah," I watched him drive off before I got into my own car.

Maybe this dinner was not going to be so boring after all with Brandon attending.