8. Sabrina
8
Sabrina
Brax and I have been together for a week and I am happier than I can ever remember being in my whole entire life. It’s like I’m walking around floating on a cloud I feel so happy, so excited about every day I get to spend with him. I have this bounce in my step that’s new to me, this confidence that I never had before and I’m pretty sure that I’m falling hard for the sexy, broody kingpin. The thing is, Brax is nothing like the world thinks. Sure he’s a cutthroat, businessman who doesn’t take shit from anyone. But he’s also smart and funny, thoughtful and sweet.
Yeah, each day he surprises me with new aspects of his personality which is why my heart is his for the taking.
I leave my last class of the day with a smile on my face knowing that I’m going to see Brax in less than an hour. How easily someone could become such a big part of my life is amazing, but when he’s not around I miss him and think about him constantly. And when he is around, I can’t stop looking at him.
I spot Rocco leaning against the black Jaguar and I smile, rolling my eyes as my steps draw closer. “You don’t have to pick me up every day, Rocco.”
He shrugs. “Boss says otherwise which means you’re overruled.” He pushes off the car and opens the back door.
I step around and freeze at the sight before me. “Brax! What are you doing here?” He’s looking good enough to eat in a three piece suit with an oversized bouquet of flowers in his hand.
“Here to pick up my girl.”
I slide into the back seat and reach for the flowers. “What are these for?”
He pulls the flowers back, just out of my reach, a mischievous smile on his face. “How did your midterms go?”
I blink at the question and then a slow smile creeps across my face. “Ace’em. One hundred percent across the board. How was your photo shoot?”
He rolls his eyes. “Over and mostly painless.” Brax hooks his arm around my waist and hands me the flowers. “I’m proud of you, Sweeting.”
I swoon at his words but then his mouth is on mine, kissing me possessively and deeply until my panties are soaked through. “Wow, thanks.”
“Let’s celebrate tonight.”
“Seriously?” I understand and accept Brax’s need for privacy and to keep me safe so I don’t mind staying home with him most nights or even having Angie over, but a night out with my man sounds perfect.
“Yep. We’ve got a VIP suite at Howl.”
“Wow, someone’s trying to get lucky tonight,” I joke and wiggle my brows.
A few hours and several orgasms later, I’m wearing a bright yellow dress that skims my knees, showing off my arms, shoulders and most of my back. I feel beautiful and my post-orgasm glow makes me look like I just spent a week at the beach.
Howl is the hottest nightclub in Queen’s City and I’ve never been. It’s upscale, exclusive and full of the City’s beautiful people. Angie is here and giving Rocco sex eyes while he pretends not to notice. Brax has his arms around me and we sway slowly to an upbeat dance song, completely lost in each other. “You’re beautiful,” he growls in my ear, nipping at my lobe.
I let out a shaky sigh, so full of happiness I feel like I might burst. “I love you, Brax.”
He freezes, shock the only readable expression on his face. I hold my breath, ready to panic that it’s too soon, that I’m jumping the gun. The longer the silence goes on the more uncomfortable I feel. His blue eyes study me for a long time and I resist the urge to squirm. “That’s good because I love you too, Sweeting. I knew it but I thought it was too soon.”
“It is too soon,” I agree. “But I’m sure that I’m in love with you. I’ve never been this happy before, like I’ve found a lover and a best friend in one sexy package.”
The kiss Brax lays on me is dizzying and I grip his broad shoulders to keep myself from floating away. His tongue is pure magic as it sweeps inside my mouth, dancing with my tongue and lighting up all of my nerve endings. “Say it again,” he growls.
“I love you, Braxton Mercy.”
His grin is wide as his hands slide down my back to grip my ass.
“Get a room you too,” Angie shouts over the thumping music. “But first, come on. Bathroom break.” Angie pulls me away from Brax who reluctantly releases me. “Damn girl, you two are burning hot!”
I fan my face as we make our way through the crowd towards the bathroom for the VIP suites. “I know. It’s amazing and it only gets better and hotter every single time, Angie. How is that possible?”
“It’s love,” she says with confidence. “You guys are so cute and hashtag couple goals.”
I think so too but it’s nice to hear someone else say it. “Thanks. And what about Rocco, is he resisting the temptation that is you?”
“He’s putting up a valiant effort but the boner in his pants says it won’t be long.”
“Angie!”
“It’s true,” she laughs and exits the bathroom stall, washing her hands and then touching up her red lips.
The bathroom door bursts open dramatically but instead of a group of tipsy girls, it’s an angry man with short blond hair and cold green eyes. He’s glaring at us like he knows us and I take a step back, knowing something isn’t right.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Angie points to the door. “Ladies room.”
“Which of you sluts belong to Braxton Mercy, or is it both of you?”
Shit. He’s warned me multiple times but I’m not prepared for the reality of the danger.
“I am, asshole.” Angie takes a step forward and that’s when I see it, the evil in his green eyes.
I tug Angie by the arm and glare at the man. “Who’s asking?”
A wicked smile lights his face as he aims a shiny silver gun at Angie. “Come with me or I’ll put two in her head.”
“That’s not happening,” I stammer.
He squeezes off one round that barely misses Angie’s head and she screams.
“Angie!” I take a step towards my friend and that’s when he strikes, wrapping his arm around my neck and dragging me backwards.
“Sabrina, no!”
“Stay the fuck back,” he roars.
“Stay,” I choke out. “Get Brax,” I mouth to her. “Now,” before he drags me from the bathroom and down a hall towards an emergency exit.
I know Brax will get to me. I just hope he gets to me in time.