44. Enough!
Brandon's Narrative
"Your body shut down three kidneys until my sister entered the picture. She saved your life, and my family won't hesitate to end your life if you don't validate your marriage with her," Jonah's words continued to echo in my head, robbing me of my appetite.
"What must I do to ensure that no one ever reminds me of this?" I kept asking myself, but nothing came to mind. Even though Rachel saved my life, it didn't suppress the intense revenge that was growing in my mind. She had bitten off more than she could chew this time.
"What are you planning to do about this complicated situation?" Richard asked, clearly confused as well.
"Nothing," I mumbled, trying to conceal my plans.
"If news of everything gets out, including the fact that you got your friend's daughter pregnant and hid her in your house for nine months, passing off her baby as Rachel, and then secretly marrying your friend's daughter and pushing Rachel who saves your life aside, I'm not sure anyone would ever buy Zenith products again. You'd be left destitute, buddy! You'll end up in a classroom again! Think twice and listen to what Rachel says!"
As Richard spoke, my eyes remained fixated on the wall, lost in deep thought.
"What are you gonna do?" Richard asked.
"Go on with my plan," I murmured.
"What are your plans?" Richard asked.
The curtain slowly opened, and I turned my head, searching for any sign of movement. My eyes landed on Emma, standing there, holding a beautifully adorned basket of food. At that moment, all of my worries seemed to step aside as our gazes locked. It was as if my problems didn't exist anymore. A smile began to form on my lips.
"Please, come in, Jewel," I said, motioning with my fingers. Emma stepped forward, placing the basket delicately on the table before turning to face me. If only she knew how incredibly alluring she looked in her elegant, short pink nightgown that highlighted her curves.
With each glance in her direction, I yearned to hold her close, bury my manhood very deep in her body all night as we lost in the depths of our passion. I had secretly stolen glances at her before, afraid she would notice my romantic obsession for her. But now, I felt free to admire her with reckless abandon, to touch her in any way I desired, and to fulfill the wild fantasies that had consumed my mind for years.
Richard, sensing the intimate atmosphere, excused himself from the room. Emma and I were alone once again, our gazes locked in a silent yet electric connection. My eyes trailed down her perfectly sculpted form, appreciating every curve and contour. Emma's face beamed with a subtle smile as she lowered her head slightly.
"What's on your mind, Jewel?" I whispered with a light chuckle.
"I'm relieved to see you looking better," Emma replied, her voice filled with genuine delight.
I reached for her hand and pulled her. She laughed as she gracefully positioned herself on my lap.
Emma brought the table close and began to feed me. I couldn't refuse her kindness. It was the first time since I left Malmö that someone had actually done that to me. I relaxed and enjoyed the warmth of her touch.
"Thank you for chasing me," I murmured.
"How are we going to deal with Rachel and her allies?" Emma inquired.
"Since they have infiltrated the security and have eyes and ears everywhere, I am going to take matters into my own hands and handle them. I have been running from my enemies for years, but not anymore," I smiled mischievously. Feeling like being a man of integrity has only landed me into the serious mess I find myself in. This time, I will adopt my Brandon-style approach. There will be no mercy for anyone, and I won't ask any security personnel for help anymore.
"They're many, and we are just two. We need backup," Emma stated as she continued feeding me.
"I don't need any backup," I said and my pupils dilated into pools of darkness that mirrored the depth of my vengeful determination. Emma shuddered; she was quite familiar with that look of mine. It appears when I'm determined to tackle something challenging and achieve great results. I don't like to boast, but I must say that I can be a formidable force when I set my mind to something.
Those who have the power to fight and win don't easily show agitation; they are often seen as quiet individuals. However, their true nature is revealed when they are pushed to their limits. That's me. I believe there's nothing I can't do, but I don't go around flaunting my abilities. I am beyond average as far as my abilities are concerned, and even Emma knows that.
Emma licked her lower lip, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. "When are you starting the fight?" Emma asked.
"Tomorrow," I whimpered and she took another breath. I held her face and slowly lifted her gaze.
" Emma, I want you to stay out of this. You will join Eleanor and Julian, but if you choose to stay here, you must remain within the estate and always in the company of my bodyguards," I instructed. Emma simply nodded in agreement.
"When do you think it will be over?" Emma asked, her voice trembling. I gently took the food from her hands and placed it back on the table, drawing her closer to me.
"It will be over in just seven days," I reassured her with a smile, but Emma seemed unconvinced.
As I rolled over, our legs inadvertently intertwined, and Emma looked at me with vulnerability in her eyes. Without hesitation, our lips met in a passionate kiss, and she reciprocated with equal fervor.
Emma squirmed beneath me, her heart pounding in her chest, as my hand caressed her soft skin, slowly inching towards the intimate space between her thighs. The desire to bury my manhood in her body consumed me too and I couldn't control myself anymore.