Anything Like Me

by Kimberly Knight

  “Exactly,” Stephanie said.

  “Exactly what?” I questioned.

  “I…” James came out of the back and my sister’s eyes went to him. “I was… ow,” she said as James slapped her ass.

  Yeah, we got it.

  *~*~*

  Two days before Brandon and I were to say “I do”, Brandon took me to dinner at Scoma’s, just like our first date. We ate at a table along the glass windows overlooking the bay.

  “At least the weather is better this time,” I said, slurping a spoonful of delicious clam chowder into my mouth.

  “Yeah, but I’m glad it rained that night,” he said, winking at me.

  “Me too.” I blushed. After all this time, Brandon still made me blush just like when I first saw him on the treadmill.

  “So, I don’t know the proper etiquette, but I have your wedding gift and I want to give it to you now and not wait until our wedding night.”

  “Oh––okay,” I said as my eyes lit up. “I can give you yours when we get home or wait until before we walk down the aisle like I planned.”

  “I’m not giving it to you now so you give me mine. Don’t change your plan; however, I’m intrigued at what it is since I won’t get it until right before I see you.”

  “I’ll wait. I want to wait.”

  “Okay, well here,” he said, reaching into his jacket pocket that was hanging on the back of his chair and pulled out a manila envelope.

  “A pre-nup?” I asked with a raised brow.

  “God no, Spencer. We talked about that. I don’t want to sign one. You’re a part of the Club 24 family now and will always be that way no matter what. Plus, I don’t want to say our marriage is over before it even starts.”

  “I know.” I smiled sweetly. “I don’t either, but I don’t want you to think I’m a golddigger.”

  “Babe, I know you’re not a golddigger and that’s all that matters. You never ask for anything and like I always tell you, I don’t give a fuck about what people think. We know our relationship––not anyone else.

  “Okay, well gimme!” I said, holding out my hand for the envelope.

  I couldn’t imagine what it was. Brandon was always thoughtful and bought me lavish gifts. To this day, I still carry my Louis everyday and wear my diamond earrings.

  I opened the flap and pulled out a piece of paper. “What is it?”

  “What does it say?”

  Brandon was smiling his smile. The smile I would never tire of. The smile that made me want to jump his bones wherever we were.

  “It says that it’s a Buyer’s Agreement.”

  “Keep reading.” Somehow he smiled wider and it moistened my panties.

  I read the document but didn’t get passed the second sentence.

  “You bought BKJB?”

  “Actually, Club 24, LLC bought BKJB.”

  “I don’t––how?”

  “Do you remember that day you came by my office for ‘lunch’?” he asked, putting lunch in air quotes.

  “Well, duh,” I said, blushing again.

  “I don’t know if you were paying attention to my phone call…”

  “Yeah, not really,” I said, interrupting him.

  “I’m surprised I was paying attention,” he said with a wink. “Anyway, Paul, Jason and my broker couldn’t find a building to expand to. People were asking for too much money. We still wanted to expand, but Skye called me a few weeks later and told me that she was looking to sell and asked if we would be interested.”

  “Really?”

  “Yep. I know how much you love your job and I help you with your daily segment anyway, so it’s like I work there, too.”

  “Why did Skye want to sell? BKJB is her baby.”

  “Did you know that she too is getting married?”

  “Um––no!”

  “I think she is waiting to make that announcement once I gave you BKJB.”

  “Wait. Slow down. You’re giving me BKJB?”

  “Yes––well, like I said, it’s part of the LLC, but once we are married, you will have twenty five percent anyway. We want to add you as a partner.”

  My head felt like it was going to explode. Brandon was giving me so much information and I was still trying to wrap my head around him buying the business where I work.

  “Okay, okay, let’s back up,” I said, leaning back in my chair and waving my hands like I was confused. Well, I was confused.

  “Why does Skye getting married make her want to sell BKJB?”

  “I guess it’s some rich dude and she doesn’t need to work anymore. She said she wants to be a housewife like on one of those shows you watch.”

  “Oh Lord, I can only imagine a Real Housewives of San Francisco or the Bay Area.”

  “Anyway, she knows how much you love it and thought it would be good for you to have it and be the boss.”

  “Okay…”

  “I talked to Jason and Becca and they loved the idea. We have brainstormed and come up with stuff we want to pitch to you about expanding and involving Becca and her skills.”

  “Her photography skills?”

  “Yes.”

  “What are they?”

  “We will discuss at our next board meeting.”

  “Okay, when is that?”

  “When we get back from our honeymoon.”

  “Speaking of, where are we going?”

  Brandon wanted to surprise me and wouldn’t say where he was taking me for our honeymoon. He said to pack light because we would be naked most of the time and to pack a swimsuit just in case there were people around. I’d been trying to get it out of him for weeks, but his lips were sealed and still are.

  “Nice try, Spence.”

  “Just give me hint.”

  “I already told you to pack a swimsuit; there will be swimming.”

  “Give me another hint.”

  “Babe, you can wait three days to find out. You’re making me wait two for my wedding present.”

  “That’s different.

  “Fine, the last hint you will get is to bring sunscreen,” he said, smiling that smile.

  That was not a new hint. I already knew we would be in the sun since he told me to pack a swimsuit. I threw my napkin at him and he leaned over across the table and gave me a light kiss.

  “You’re cute when you’re angry,” he said, laughing.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  I stared at the small packet of papers sitting on my lap, trying to process what Brandon had just told me.

  Skye didn’t tell us that she sold Better Keep Jogging Baby. She told us that she was moving. I had assumed she still owned the company and was just going to hire someone to take her place. I didn’t think it was odd until I couldn’t keep my eyes off the documents Brandon had just given to me.

  It was all making sense now. Skye didn’t replace herself because she didn’t need to. Brandon took over––or what he was telling me, I took over.

  “I’m still confused,” I said to Brandon as we pulled into our driveway.

  “About what?”

  “Skye is still at BKJB, but you own it already?”

  “We own it,” he said matter-of-factly. “I worked it out with her that she will still run everything until we get back from our honeymoon. No one is to know until you hold a staff meeting.”

  “Oh,” I said, still pondering all the information.

  “I thought you would be excited. I thought this is what you would want,” he said, opening the garage door that led into our house.

  “I am. I’m still in shock. I just can’t believe I am going to be the boss. I also feel weird about it, since it wasn’t any of my money that bought it.”

  “It’s not about the money, Spencer. Do you want me to be the boss and you work for me? Would that make you feel better?”

  “I…no, I get it. Because we will be married with no prenup, I own it automatically.”

  “Exactly.”

  We walked into the house. I kicked off my heels near
the door and sat my purse on the side table. Niner was there, waiting to greet us and Blake was in the kitchen on his laptop.

  “Well?” Blake asked Brandon.

  “I told her my news, not your news.”

  “Your news?” I asked. “I’m not sure how much more news I can handle today,” I said, joking with them.

  “Well, sit down,” Blake said, gesturing for me to sit at the dining room table with him.

  “You know, I can fire you now,” I said, sticking out my tongue at him. “I own part of the Club 24 business, I was just told.”

  “That’s kinda what I want to tell you.”

  Brandon sat next to me at the table and handed us each a beer. The last time we were at this table like this, Blake asked us to move in permanently. Well…I thought he would be out by now. I hoped he would be out before we got married, but since that was happening in two days, I didn’t think that was the news he wanted to tell me.

  “I found a place to open my bar,” he continued.

  “Oh my God, that is good news! Where?”

  I sighed with relief. I was so nervous about what he wanted to tell me. Knowing Blake, it could have been anything.

  “Downtown. Kinda, um…near the gym.”

  “That’s awesome! Did you make an offer to lease it?”

  “Well…” he started to say and looked over at Brandon. “I ran this by your business partners and they said that now since you own twenty-five percent, I need to ask you. They all like the idea. I just hope you do.”

  “Okay, well spit it out. This can be kinda like my first official boss decision,” I said, smiling at Brandon. It was finally sinking in that Brandon gave me the best present ever.

  “I want to transform the upstairs open room into a nightclub.”

  “The room where I had my bridal shower party?”

  “Yes, exactly.”

  “Oh…you said ‘yes’?” I asked Brandon.

  “Yes, so did Jason and Becca. We all think it would be cool. The club would have a different entrance, of course. And Blake doesn’t have to invest into another property.”

  “So we would own it, not Blake?”

  “Yes and no. Blake will pay for all the modifications to get the nightclub up and running. He will pay us rent like he would have needed to do anywhere else. If and when the club is successful, we will talk about adding him as a partner so we are all making equal amounts.”

  “And if it’s not successful?”

  “Then you lose nothing and I lose it all,” Blake said. “But when it is successful and I am a business partner, I plan to do this with all the properties.”

  I took a swig of my beer. My head was overflowing with information. I was already freaking out about our wedding. I had a lot on my mind. What if it rains? What if the flowers aren’t delivered on time? What if the cake falls apart? Thankfully, I went with Ryan early in the day and picked up my dress. It fit perfectly. Does it really matter if all the bad stuff happens? I was marrying the love of my life. I didn’t need all the details. I just needed him and it sounded like he wasn’t going to get cold feet.

  “Yeah, whatever you guys want. I trust your instinct,” I said to Brandon––not Blake.

  “Thanks, Sis, you won’t regret this. I know what people want in a bar and nightclub,” Blake said. He stood up fast and engulfed me in a hug, almost spilling my beer.

  *~*~*

  Our wedding rehearsal went well. The wedding party knew where to walk in, they knew were to stand, and Ryan assured me that she would have tissue in her bra in case I cried during the ceremony.

  We ate a filling dinner at La Ciccia and now I was fresh out of the shower, in my PJs and sipping wine with my bridal party in our hotel suite. Brandon and the boys had their own suite and Jason had strict instructions to not have him stay up too late and to make sure he was on time tomorrow.

  I didn’t have a doubt in my mind. I knew Brandon wouldn’t be late, but I just had to poke fun at him.

  After dinner, I said my goodbye to him. The next time I would see him was when I walked down the aisle in white. I wasn’t nervous anymore. The flowers were delivered, most of my guests were checked into the hotel, my dress still fit, and during the rehearsal, the hotel was setting up for the big day. Everything was going to go perfectly.

  “Are you almost ready for bed, Bride-to-Be?” Becca asked.

  “What time is it?” Ryan asked.

  “Almost midnight. Jason Jr. is making me tired,” Becca replied, rubbing her protruding belly.

  I yawned just thinking about going to bed. Becca and Jason didn’t know for sure that they were having a boy. They didn’t want to know. Becca said she knew she was having a boy and that was good enough.

  “Yeah, we should probably go to bed soon. The champagne is making me sleepy, and I don’t want to drink a lot and have a hangover tomorrow,” I said.

  The girls insisted that I have the room with the king-size bed while they shared the room with two queens in it. I said goodnight to Ryan, my sister, Audrey and Becca and crawled into the oversized bed, only to lay there wide awake. As I heard the girls make their way to their room, I thought about whether I should turn on the TV or read.

  Another thought popped into my head.

  Me: What are you doing?

  Jason: Playing poker. Did you mean to text me?

  Me: Yes. Did you tell B?

  Jason: Not yet.

  Me: Don’t! I was wondering if you could do me a favor?

  Jason: Of course. You’re not getting cold feet are you?

  Me: God no! Can you come down the hall and slip a room key under my door?

  Jason: Okay, but don’t you know that it is bad luck to see each other before you get married? I even know that and I am a guy.

  Me: I know. We won’t see each other. I promise. Don’t tell B and text me when you all go to sleep. Okay?

  Jason: Okay…?

  Me: Just do it.

  An hour passed and Jason finally texted me that the key was under my door and the boys were in bed. I knew they had given Brandon the king-size bed, just like the girls gave me.

  The suite was exactly like the one I was staying in. I tiptoed to the door with the king-size bed, trying not to wake Blake who was sleeping on one of the couches and Brandon’s friend, Ben, on the other. The door was closed when I got to Brandon’s. Opening it slowly, I stepped in and shut it behind me quietly. I couldn’t see for shit, which was good because I didn’t want bad luck.

  “Brandon,” I whispered when I reached the side of the bed. I prayed silently that it was him.

  “Spencer?”

  Okay, it was him.

  “Shhhh.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. I just––I just want you,” I whispered.

  “Isn’t it bad luck to see each other now?” he asked, whispering back.

  “Can you see me?”

  “No.”

  “Good,” I whispered and started to slip off all my clothes.

  “Is this a pre-wedding rendezvous?” he laughed. “Should I get naked or what?”

  “Yes,” I said, throwing the final piece of clothing on the floor.

  I heard Brandon rummaging around on the bed and then a piece of clothing fell onto the floor.

  “Okay, I’m ready,” he said.

  I could hear a smile in his voice. I was smiling too as I crawled into the bed, straddling his hips as he lay in the center of the bed.

  “Yeah, I would say you are ready.” I laughed, feeling his hard length against my inner thigh.

  “Just the thought of you naked does this to me,” he said, leaning up and kissing my chin. “Where are your lips? I can’t see you.”

  I felt around on his face until I touched his soft lips and leaned down to kiss him. My hips circled against his cock, not penetrating inside, but enough to work my center, causing my juices to build and lubricate his length.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” he hissed.

  I moaned in resp
onse, still kissing him. Our tongues danced together, my hips moved up and down along his hard cock. Brandon reached between us, his hand circling my clit.

  “Fuck!” I said, breaking our kiss.

  He reached with his free hand, kneading my right breast and then slipped my puckered nipple into his hot mouth. Still to this day, his mouth did wonders on my body. I knew without a doubt that he was created for me and only me and the very next day, we would vow to be together forever.

  My hips ground harder against him as the pleasure he was giving me built deep into my core. His thumb rubbed my clit faster; I was close. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him in my mouth. I needed to taste him.

  “Hold on,” I whispered. He stopped his hands and mouth as I turned around, straddling him backwards. “Okay,” I said––ready again.

  My pussy was over his face, his hard cock was below my chin. Reaching down with my right hand, I raised his cock and lowered my mouth until a hiss escaped my lips as soon as his tongue slipped between my folds, licking up my desire.

  His tongue felt good. I craved him. I needed him––every inch of him. My tongue returned to his length, swirling around the tip and down the side, licking up my juices that coated his shaft.

  “I love it when you suck me off,” he groaned.

  I bobbed my head up and down over his cock, his tongued swirled around my clit, two of his fingers working the walls of my pussy until I was screaming out in pleasure, not caring if Blake or Ben heard.

  When my body stopped convulsing, I turned around as he instructed and slid down over his shaft. His hands guided my ass up and down. My slick center slid effortlessly over his cock. I was close again. My body was in sync with his, and it didn’t take much to send me back over the edge.

  “I’m not sure what I love more actually––your mouth milking me or your tight pussy milking me,” he said.

  I continued to slide up and down, matching him, thrust for thrust. Leaning down again, I claimed his mouth as another orgasm washed over my body. Brandon tensed, spurting his hot cum deep into my pussy.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  The limo stopped in front of the historic Bently Reserve in the Financial District of San Francisco. I looked out the window at the beautiful building I had seen many times before. Seven pure white marble columns lined the stairway entrance, the sun was setting and I was fighting back tears––happy tears.