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Kolya, the traitorous bitch who’d deserve castration if I wasn’t a major sexual being, still twitches at those memories.
Something he wasn’t interested in despite all the porn shows I presented him with, both live and recorded.
He’s being a dick. Literally.
Which brings me to this amateurish stalking mission. I might have visited Bran’s Instagram and seen all the stories he posts every single day at five thirty like clockwork.
Sure enough, the small gate on the side creaks open and he steps outside, stretching under the hint of sun. He’s dressed in loose shorts and a fitted green T-shirt that clings to his muscles like a second skin.
Fuckinghot.
Now, if he weren’t so groomed with his shaven face, styled hair, and general sophisticated appearance, he’d be even hotter.
I love my men filthy, unkempt, and rugged around the edges.
Women are soft and pliant and should be worshipped. Men are to be used.
Who am I kidding? Both are to be used.
And he’s not one ofmymen. Jesus Christ. The fuck is wrong with my thought process?
Must be the lack of sleep.Hasto be.
Only psychos wake up this early every day for a satanic ritual.
Sure enough, he retrieves his phone from his armband—of course the prick has anarmband. Goes so well with his pristine clean image—and snaps a picture of the sky, then his fingers tap on the screen.
I grab my phone—from my shorts pocket like a normal human being—and check the story.
It’s an aesthetic picture containing part of the gate and the looming sun.#NewDay
That’s literally the only hashtag he uses on these posts, as if he’s planning to kill his audience with the repetitive caption.
Brandon tucks his phone back into the armband and touches the earbuds in his ears, elegantly, I might add, as if he’s handling a million-dollar painting.
All his movements are slow, unhurried. No, not slow. Controlled. His favorite uptight behavior seems to pour from him in everything he does.
I bet he doesn’t know how to have fun.
I’d feel bad for him if I weren’t itching to tackle him to the ground and pummel his beautiful face a few times.
Though beautiful isn’t quite the right word. He’s not pretty like a girl or beautiful like a colorful flower on the side of the road. He’shandsome.
Sharp jawline, hard eyes, straight nose, and a set of full lips that would look divine around a cock.
Kolya wholeheartedly agrees, considering the significant change in his moody state. I have to adjust my erection and shake my head.
Stop thinking about Brandon and dick. They obviously don’t mesh.
In fact, the logical thing to do is turn around and leave.
But then again, I was never much of a logical person.
If I don’t stay, I’ll come back tomorrow. And if I leave tomorrow, I’ll return the day after.
It’s an itch at this point.
As Brandon starts running down the road, I release a sigh, tuck my phone back in my shorts, and follow right after.
