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TWENTY-SEVEN
Brandon whisks me off from school the following day to work on art for Ms. Jung’s exhibit.
Well, it’s not only to paint.
The minute I finish another piece, he orders me out of my panties and onto the bed.
He doesn’t devour me as aggressively as last time, though. Perhaps he wants to work on being gentle.
I enjoy him either way, and I’m pretty much dying for him to penetrate me. Snatch every breath from my lungs.
We lie inches apart following my mind-blowing orgasm, talking until nightfall. Then we head back to Brandon’s car parked before the garage.
A silver Maserati enters the gates. Mr. Decker pulls up next to his son’s car, squinting at me as he exits.
I observe in awe the similarities between father and son. So this is where Brandon inherited his handsome features and height.
“Dad, this is Kayla,” Brandon introduces. “My girlfriend. Kayla, this is Michael Decker.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Decker.” I extend my hand.
He blinks in surprise while shaking it. “A pleasure to meet you, Kayla.” He passes a look between us as if in disbelief, and says to Brandon, “I wasn’t aware you were in a relationship.”
“Well, you’re hardly home,” Brandon deadpans, never one to mince his words.
Mr. Decker clears his throat and steers his blue-grays back to me. “Um, I hope you’ll join us for dinner, Kayla.”
“Some other time,” Brandon answers right away.
I flick to him briefly.
“Another time then. Again, it was nice meeting you.” Mr. Decker strides into the house.
I frown at Brandon. “I think your remarks hurt him just now.”
He twists his mouth to one side before grumbling, “It’s nothing compared to how much they’ve hurt Brit and me.”
“Hm.” I narrow my gaze and lean my hip. “You declined pretty fast. You don’t want me having dinner with your parents?”
“Being in the same room can be uncomfortable. My parents are often at each other’s throats. I don’t want to put you through that.”
He still speaks as if those things don’t bother him. But the slight twitch of his eye is noticeable.
“Brandon…” I gently touch his arm, hoping he won’t become uneasy like the other times. “You know, you can talk to me. You don’t have to hold back anymore.”
The low but aggravated grunt that seeps out hurts me.
He backs away from my touch, letting my hand fall. “I should get you home. It’s a school night, and I don’t want your parents to dislike me.”
“Fine,” I grumble, stepping past him to slip into the car. I hope that in time, Brandon will learn to hold me longer.
The week flies by in a blur. I’m relieved when Friday comes around because I’m looking forward to the weekend.
While at my locker, Sam skips over with her usual cheerful self. “Let’s hang out later. I require some girl time.”
“Cool. I’ll tell Brandon.”
She drapes her arm around my back as we walk to class. “Are you guys progressing?”
