He just didn't want to deal with this shit right now.
"I'm so sorry, if--"
Brandon cut her off. "I don't want your fucking apology right now, okay?" he said, as he made his way to the bedroom. God, she was making his head swim.
Sienna needed him to see her point of view. She needed him to understand her reasoning. She didn't want him to think she was a cold-hearted monster. She knew she shouldn't have pushed him, but she couldn't help herself. She followed him to the back and cornered him in the bedroom.
Brandon had removed his shirt and was in the process of turning the sheets down when she entered. He felt her eyes on him and finally decided to look up. She stood there with her bottom lip tucked gently between her teeth. Her eyes were wide and unsure, but also seemed very weak looking. He hated this. He hated this feeling in the pit of his stomach. He just wanted to forget that yesterday—today---fuck, he couldn't even keep up with the days. But rega
"Mmm, damn, boy," Lori breathed into Derek's ear as he continued to roughly kiss her neck. She was in the back seat of his car. 'A Mercedes,' she thought to herself. She had never fucked a guy in the back of a Mercedes, but she damn sure was going to give it a try. Derek pulled her shirt up and then reached around to undo her bra. Lori was glad she had Derek to take her mind off of her own guilt. She never dreamed Chris would confront BT like that. What, did he have a fucking death wish or something? She felt like she had caused all of this. She hoped Sienna and BT would make up and get over their problems. She felt bad leaving Sienna in the middle of all of this, but she was leaving for school. In two days, she'd be halfway across the country. Derek's tongue was working magic on her left nipple. His hand quickly made its way down to her warm pussy and jerked her panties aside. She couldn't wait to feel his smooth fingers sliding inside her—and then perhaps s
Jackson stared down at his daughter. "Baby, no need to ever ask me that. Of course you can." Sienna nodded and turned to look back at the door. This would be the hardest thing she ever had to do, but she was lying in a hospital and Brandon was so miserable, he couldn't even bear to be around her. Love wasn't supposed to leave you broken like this, was it? She no longer wanted to hurt him. And she figured he wouldn't want to hurt her anymore. Being apart, was the only option left for them to take. After an hour of trying to convince herself that she could do it, she finally drifted back to sleep. Brandon sat on his couch cloaked in misery. He had spent the night in the waiting room, only to have the Commander wake him up and say that he still couldn't see Sienna and it was best if he went home. At first he had protested, but Commander Branson had said it was for her own good, because they didn't want to add any extra stress. So Brandon conceded again.
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She was sitting in the kitchen waiting for Lori to give her the signal. Lori burst through the kitchen doors."He's here. So is your dad. And Sienna..." she said lowly."What?"She shook her head from side to side. "Damn girl, he looks so fine! He's not in uniform. Just a white polo shirt, jeans and clean white sneaks. Damn!" Sienna was quickly drenched. When the moisture appeared between her thighs, she hoped it wouldn't happen so quickly. She was enraged by everything about him! Everything about him: his voice, his 6'3 sculpted swimmer's form, his laugh...everything However, she was soon able to return to the here and now."What about your father?" Suddenly, she yelled in agony. Why is he even here?" That's what they said! He promised to stay away!"In any case, they're all waiting for your arrival." "Stop it!" It seemed like Lori was pulling Sienna down the corridor as she said this.As soon as Lori opened the ballroom doors, Sienna was inundated with a
Brandon Knight had lost his genuine concern for other people. His so-called pals were OK, but he was well aware that none of them would be really concerned if he vanished from the face of the world. His father didn't care about him or know anything about him, his mother abandoned him, his uncle abused him, and his aunt kicked him out of the house. He would occasionally throw himself pity parties and go through periods of self-destruction. He and Kevin would get so inebriated that they would start hitting on guys in bars. He would use bricks to smash the windshields of people's cars as they drove by. He'd challenge anyone to have a fuck with him. Possibly, if some jerk had enough balls, someone might be able to put him out of his suffering once and for all! It happened one day after he had just returned from fucking Nina and was waiting at the bus stop for Kevin, when he noticed a bus passing by and decided to investigate. It wasn't his typical bus, but it was the one with th
Plus, he knew her type. Because she was the Commander's only child, and a daughter, to boot...so she was spoiled rotten. She got whatever she wanted. She would flirt with him in her designer shoes and handbags. She would stomp her little perfectly pedicured feet and pout her lips when her father wouldn't cave in. On several occasions he had to force himself to leave for fear of saying something he would regret when she threw her temper tantrums in front of him and her father. He knew what she needed, and that was a paddle to her ass, and he was more than willing to give it to her. When he had been in Boston, he knew girls like her. Spoiled little rich brats. Of course they would fuck him, because he knew how to take them into euphoric worlds that their preppy boyfriends didn't even know existed. But take him home to daddy? Fuck no. And he resented them for that. And secretly he resented Sienna. He knew not only was he too old for her, but that he also wasn't good enough for
Sienna sighed as she brought herself back to the present. "I'm not sure if he's envious or not. I mean, he was the one who invited that woman to my party. He obviously doesn't give a damn about what I have to say. And, let's be honest, why would he? He's 28 years old, a Navy Seal, and he's gorgeous enough to get any lady he wants. Why should he settle for an 18-year-old black girl who has a thing for him?" "Come on, that has absolutely nothing to do with your race. It might even turn him on, who knows. Plus, don't pretend like you're not a hot piece of work, Miss Thang. You were far more attractive than the dejected young lady he brought with him. Did you see how all of the boys were staring at you? Marcus in particular. His tongue was dangling from the corners of his mouth "Lori burst out laughing. "You need to keep that dress for the rest of your life!" Sienna burst up laughing as well. She had a strong reaction to the clothing. Moreover, if it was successful in in
"What are you doing here?" he asked calmly. "I wanted to see you," Sienna admitted quietly. "She wanted to see me," he repeated to himself. "Okay, grab your keys. I'm taking you home. I'll drive behind you since I'm going to have a little talk with the Commander," he said, as he was looking for his keys, also. "I don't have my keys. I didn't drive," Sienna said. He looked up at her and then walked over to the window. "Who dropped you off?" "No one, I...I uh, walked here." He stood staring at her for a long time. She could swear he didn't move an inch. The only movement she could detect was the throbbing of the veins in his neck. "You walked from your house to my house in that dress?" he asked incredulously, through clenched teeth. Sienna was scared to say yes, but she slightly nodded her head. Then he exploded. "You FUCKING walked all the way here in that fucking dress?!!" he screamed at her again. "Goddamnit, S