We stepped off the boat and were ushered to an elevator.
“An elevator?” I asked.
“To get to our room,” Brandon said.
“In the middle of the ocean?”
“Yeah.”
“What?”
“You’ll see,” he said and kissed me.
A staff member of the resort escorted us into the elevator that began its decent into the crystal clear blue water. “Welcome, I’m Kerri and I’ll be your escort and show you to your room,” she said.
“How far down is the room?” I asked.
“Forty feet below the surface,” Kerri said.
“Wow, that’s awesome.”
Brandon took my hand and led me out of the elevator as we followed Kerri down a hallway that looked like any ordinary hotel. We walked down the shell pattern carpeted hallway, stopping at a grey door with a small circle window on it.
“This isn’t a real window,” Kerri said, pointing at the door. “It’s just decoration.”
“That’s good,” Brandon said.
That was a relief; I thought people could see into our room when I first saw it.
Kerri opened the door for us and Brandon followed me in.
“Holy shit,” I said.
We walked into a room with the entryway covered in wood paneling along the walls that curved around onto the ceiling. A king-size bed sat beyond the wood paneling under a glass roof that wrapped around into windows.
“Seventy percent of the room is made up of acrylic and will allow you to see fish, coral reefs and even sharks,” Kerri said, pointing at the water.
“Sharks?” I asked.
“They can’t get you, Babe.”
“I know. Still kinda freaky.” I laughed.
“You both will be here for two nights and then you will stay on the island in the hotel bungalows on the water. We have a restaurant here underwater and a submarine at your disposal if you need to use it––or want to for that matter, a library and a spa, but you have this big tub here in your room.” Kerri pointed to the step-up bathtub on the left side of the room.
“It’s so pretty,” I said, looking around the room at the ceiling.
All types of tropical fish swam overhead. There was a little sitting room beyond the bed towards the back of the room. Kerri left after telling us that if we needed anything, to let her know. I couldn’t think of anything.
Brandon sat in the chair next to me in the sitting room and we gazed up at the huge aquarium. Actually we were the aquarium in the scenario. The fish were out in the South Pacific Ocean as we were in the large glass oxygen tank.
“This is amazing,” I said.
“See why I wanted it to be a surprise?” Brandon asked.
“Yes.” My eyes were glued to the live show in front of me as I watched the tropical fish.
“Oh wow, what is that?”
“Where?” I asked.
He pointed to the right of him, “Is that a…”
“A shark?”
“No,” he chuckled. “It’s a stingray.”
*~*~*
We made our way to the restaurant once the night set in and we could no longer see the fish in the distance. We enjoyed a nice hot bath before bed, and the following morning, we took the submarine out with another couple and saw more of the South Pacific.
A school of dolphins swam by our room when we arrived back from our submarine journey. It was breathtaking. Before long, our underwater adventure was over. We spent the rest of the week in a hut style hotel room along a dock that stretched out into the clear blue water.
We enjoyed hikes to waterfalls, zip lining and eating dinner on the beach every night––it was heaven. During the day, we lounged around in the shallow water near our room, made love multiple times throughout the day and just enjoyed the relaxing week. We had nothing to worry about. No work, no family drama and no wedding planning stress since the day had come.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Brandon and I had been back from Fiji for almost three months. Three months of married bliss––literally. Not long after we returned from our underwater paradise, Blake moved out into an apartment in the city. The house was quiet at first, but then it was perfect.
The Monday I returned to work, I called a staff meeting. Brandon came with me and we informed everyone that we were the new owners of BKJB. People were shocked – some more shocked than I was when Brandon told me the news.
After reassuring everyone that everything would stay the same, besides needing to find a replacement for my position, I had Acyn and another staffer, Donna, stay behind.
“Acyn, I just wanted to let you know that I will still be going to the expo in March with you.”
He looked at Brandon and then back to me. “Okay, cool.”
“I also want you, Donna, to come with us.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I think it would be best for three of us to go.”
I saw a look of defeat in Acyn’s face. I was bringing Donna with us for two reasons. One of them was to keep Acyn off of me––literally—and the other reason was, I thought, Donna, would be a good fit for my old position.
“I can’t wait,” she said.
“Good. Let’s meet next week to prepare for the expo. I’ll have my new assistant–– when I hire the person––set it up.”
Acyn and Donna started to stand.
“Actually, Donna, would you mind staying? Brandon and I need to speak with you.”
She stayed as Acyn left. I could tell he was a little upset. Now that I was the boss, I might need to let him go. I liked Acyn. He saved my life, but I just couldn’t help feeling uneasy around him. One minute he was fine with us being friends, and I thought he was finally giving up, and then the next, he would turn around and flirt with me.
I offered Donna the position. She gladly accepted. This was all so new to me, but I actually felt confident…felt like a boss.
*~*~*
I sat folding a tiny newborn onesie that I bought for Becca’s shower. I was daydreaming about when my day would come. After being married, I thought about finally starting our family. Brandon and I briefly talked about it, but we didn’t talk about it in the sense to start one. We talked about how we could start one now because we were married.
Of course people have children out of wedlock, but now everyone was waiting until we announced we were pregnant. I just didn’t know when that would be. Our relationship had been anything but slow, but were we ready to grow our family?
Not long ago, I had a conversation with Becca about Brandon’s child and their child growing up together. That was the silver lining when we thought Christy was pregnant. Now Becca was having her shower and was about ready to pop.
After I packed all the gifts that I bought for the shower in a cute blue gift bag with yellow stars and teddy bears on it, Brandon and I drove into the city for the shower. We ate food, played games and had a very nice time.
Blake showed up with Stacey. After nearly causing a scene at my wedding, they had gotten back together. Blake later apologized for his actions and explained that when he heard the song that was playing and saw Stacey dancing with Eddie, he blew up.
I guess Blurred Lines was a special song to them like Down on Me was for me and Brandon. If I ever were to see Brandon dancing with someone else to Down on Me, I would probably react the same way as Blake did.
It wasn’t Stacey’s fault that the song came on while we were out dancing, and it would have been rude if she would have stopped dancing with her date. However, Blake did it for her.
Stacey told me that while Blake locked them in the bathroom, they reconciled their relationship––again. Luckily, Eddie wasn’t her boyfriend, but just a friend. I knew Blake loved her deep down, and sometimes you just need reality to put everything into perspective.
I could tell by the way he always acted in front of her and how he would randomly talk about her that he still loved her. I just wished the two would stop breaking up and jus
t be together. It’s hard to see your friends in pain after a break-up.
Now Blake and Stacey were faced with the two thousand miles that separated them because Blake had a panic attack and decided to start his new career in San Francisco. Stacey wasn’t ready to move halfway across the country.
“I want a baby,” I said to Brandon as we drove over the Golden Gate Bridge towards our house.
Brandon’s eyes got big as a look of panic crossed his face. “You’re ready for a baby?”
“I think so.”
I thought I was ready. I was twenty-nine and with the love of my life. The next step was to have babies.
“Don’t you think that it should be something that you know?”
“Yes. Do you want a baby?”
“Now?”
“Well, in nine months really.” I chuckled.
Brandon looked at me for a few seconds and then back at the road. “How about we wait until next month when Becca has her baby? You know, get a feel for it.”
“I guess,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “It’s just that all the baby stuff was so cute.”
“You know that they don’t stay that small, right?” He laughed.
“Yes,” I said and I stuck out my tongue at him. “I just have the itch now.”
“Well we can practice and scratch that itch.” He winked.
*~*~*
Not taking more than a step inside the door, Brandon turned and pushed me against the garage door. My nipples hardened beneath my purple silk tank top as he pushed his tongue into my mouth, tasting faintly of beer.
He cupped my face as our tongues danced around in each other’s mouth. My body heat rose as I felt his hard erection pressing into my center, telling me that he couldn’t wait to devour me.
“You know, I heard that women get hornier when they’re pregnant,” I said, running my lips down the front of his neck towards his chest.
“Hornier than you already are?”
“Yes.” I smiled against his bare chest.
“Is this your way of talking me into makin’ a baby?”
“Maybe.”
His navy blue dress shirt hit the floor and I made quick work of his belt. Brandon picked me up before I could pull the belt free of his pants and led me to the couch with my legs wrapped around his waist.
He set me on my feet in front of our leather couch and I helped unbutton my jeans as fast as possible. He placed me down on the soft leather cushions, running his hands down each of my smooth legs.
“Spread your legs farther apart, Babe.”
I did, spreading them on either side of his body. He grabbed my hips and scooted me forward on the couch until my pussy was on the edge, then got down on his knees.
Brandon ran his hand between my thighs, grazing my folds with his thumb. My head fell back along the back of the couch, my eyes closed and my back arched as I hissed with the sudden touch on my sensitive lips.
“How are you always this wet?” he asked, stroking his thumb up my slit.
“I don’t know,” I moaned.
“Christ, you’re so beautiful and all mine––my wife.”
“Mhmmm.”
I waited, anticipation building for when his tongue would lap up my juices that were sliding down the bottom of my pussy and probably onto the couch. And then it came––his hot wet tongue slowly licking up my folds, sending a wave of pleasure through me. The wetness of his tongue felt good––so good.
Brandon grabbed both sides of my hips, keeping me from squirming as his tongue continued to give me the pleasure I was seeking. He sucked my clit in his mouth, making a popping sound, causing my back to arch off the couch again.
My hands reached around my back as I unhooked my bra from under my tank top, needing to touch myself. Once they were freed, I rolled my breasts in my hands as Brandon continued to lick, suck and blow.
Releasing one of my breasts, I pressed his head into my mound with my hand, needing more pressure––pressure to build the sensation to come fast. Even though I loved the feel of his tongue on my pussy, I needed the first orgasm to come fast. He did that to me.
“Fuck,” I hissed again in pleasure.
My body was slick with sweat as the air conditioner blew light cold air onto my skin. I was on the cusp of exploding…exploding around his tongue. With one slip of his finger into me, I did just that. I came around his tongue and his finger, my body tightening as the orgasm rippled through me.
“My turn,” he groaned after I came down from my high.
We both quickly removed his shoes and pants, tossing them on the floor near my own clothes. He sat in the same spot that I was just in as I straddled his waist, hovering over him as I guided his hard cock into my still wet pussy.
Our mouths locked again and I tasted myself on his lips––tasted what he did to me. As we kissed, I rode his cock up and down. He thrust himself inside of me, pounding into my core. Our bare chests pressed into each other, rubbing against each other as I slid along his length.
Brandon’s hands rested on my ass, guiding me up and down. The friction from his cock hitting my core was bliss. The fast strokes were bringing me to the edge again. He broke our kiss, licking down my neck, tasting the faint sweat from my skin.
Since Blake was finally out of the house, Brandon and I made love on any place we deemed fit. The couch we were on was one of our spots and it was easy to brace myself to bob up and down over his hard cock.
I moaned into Brandon’s ear, the pleasure so close, I could feel my body heat rising more. He continued to thrust upward, hitting the delicious spot that ached to be awoken, and his cock rubbing every nerve that would send me over the edge at any moment.
Brandon groaned against my neck; I could tell he was close…as close as I was to coming undone again. He quickened his thrusts, pounding the spot that sent a wave of satisfaction through my entire body as my orgasm took over. He groaned again, rocking his hips into me harder as he came deep inside me.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
After a long day at work, I drove the thirty minutes home by myself. Brandon was at Ben’s house for their weekly poker game and I still needed to pack for the expo which was in two days in Hollywood.
Acyn, Donna and I were flying out after lunch the next day. Since becoming the boss, my days were spent mostly in meetings. I didn’t really have time to go to the expo, but I needed to go.
BKJB was more of my life now and I needed it to succeed. I needed to show Donna how to talk to the public and get more subscribers to our website. Since she had been with the company as an administrative assistant, she wasn’t quite up to speed on how to run my old position of executive assistant.
Of course, like I predicted, she was doing an excellent job. She coordinated all my meetings, managed the daily workout posts to give to Bel and Carroll for Facebook and Twitter, and kept my workload somewhat in order, among other things.
Since Brandon and I were trying to have a baby, I needed Donna to know the ins and outs to manage tasks while I was out on maternity leave. Luckily, since Jason and Becca’s baby boy, Jason Jr., was already three months old, Becca would be able to watch over my position while I was out.
Becca was able to take over my position, given her partner status in the company. She was capable of doing my position, and we didn’t need to find a replacement for when I would be away.
Of course, she would probably need to speak to me daily to make sure she was doing everything correctly, but I had no doubt she and Donna would be capable of holding down the fort.
The day after Jason Jr. was born, Brandon got baby fever. He said to me, “Wouldn’t it be cool to have our kid grow up with J Jr.?”
“Of course it would be.”
“I see what you mean about wanting a baby. I’m ready.”
I stopped taking the pill that day and allowed whatever was going to happen, happen. Our parents were excited to hear the news that we were ready. Ever since Aimee learned that she was not going to be a grandma
because Christy had faked it all, I could tell she was sad.
I knew that Brandon and I were the ones to give her grandchildren. With Blake’s history, he would never settle down. Actually, he might give them grandchildren with many different women.
As I remembered Brandon and myself finally making the decision to try for a baby, I started packing for my business trip. The expo was Friday and Saturday and it would be the first time since Brandon and I had been married that we would be apart.
I was actually a little annoyed that Brandon had chosen to go to his poker game, but I got it. I got that it was his one night to hang with the guys, but I was going down south for three nights. It wasn’t normal for us to be away from each other, but I knew he needed his guy time, too.
Just as I zipped up my suitcase, a text came in from Blake.
Blake: Poker was canceled so we went out for drinks. Your boy is fucked up, so I’m driving him home.
Me: WTF Blake? You got him drunk again?
Blake: I didn’t force him to drink, Spencer!
Me: Really? How many of those drinks did you buy him?
Blake: Well, all of them.
Me: Exactly.
I was pissed. So many weeks have passed that Brandon was drunk. I couldn’t take it anymore. It needed to stop or maybe this marriage wouldn’t work out.
Me: I’m coming over.
Ryan: Okay?
Me: B is drunk again. Over it!
Ryan: Lovely. See you soon.
I called Tianna and made sure that she would be able to take care of Niner while I was gone. I couldn’t trust Brandon right now. He was more concerned with drinking than taking care of his family.
Ever since Blake had shown up, his partying ways were rubbing off on Brandon. I was done. Done!
“You’re drunk again?” I asked, sitting on the couch when he came in through the front door.
I already knew the answer, but he needed to know that I wasn’t happy––that I was over it. I wasn’t sure if he would remember our fight since he was drunk, but he wasn’t the type to black out and not remember shit when he was drunk.
“No,” he said, slurring the word.
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