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Chapter Twenty-Five


Melia’s POV.

The weekend comes around quickly. Braxton drives us over to his brother’s house. I feel a little nervous when he offers out his hand to help me out of the car. I want his family to like me.

Braxton’s parents have passed on, leaving his brother and sister-in-law as the people I have to make a good impression on. I’m anxious about meeting his niece, too. Kids say whatever they want, without a filter.

What if she hates me?

Braxton must sense my tension because he squeezes my hand and gives me a sweet smile.

He places his hand on my lower back and ushers us over to the front door. He rings the doorbell and bends down to whisper in my ear.

“They’re going to love you, relax,” he murmurs, his lips brushing over my earlobe.

I resist a shiver and nod, straightening my shoulders. This is no different than going into a meeting with an important client. I’ve just got to get my game face on and charm them. The door swings open and ricochets off the wall. Not seeing anyone, I lower my gaze and find a beautiful, blonde-haired child standing in the doorway.

“Braxy!” The girl cries excitedly.

She holds her arms up in the air and Braxton dutifully bends down and scoops her up.

“Hey, gorgeous girl! How are you?” He asks, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“I’m good,” she replies happily.

Her eyes land on me and she quickly holds onto Braxton. She hides her face in his neck.

“Who’s she?” She whispers, making me smile.

“This is someone very important to me, Kass,” Braxton says gently. “Her name is Melia and she’s my girlfriend.”

Kasia raises her head and looks at me thoughtfully. “Hello,” she mumbles shyly.

“Hi, Kasia,” I greet her gently. “It’s lovely to meet you.”

She goes red and buries her face in Braxton’s neck again, making us both chuckle.

“What have I told you about opening the door?” A booming voice comes down the hall. “You have no idea who it was!”

I look up to see a man, who looks very similar to my Braxton, striding down the hallway. This must be Keon.

Kasia pouts at him. “But Daddy, it was Uncle Braxy!”

Keon rolls his eyes. “You didn’t know that until you opened the door! It’s not safe, sweetheart.”

As if realising we’re here, Keon turns to face us. “I’m so sorry, I really need to start locking the door now that she’s always opening it,” he says hurriedly. His eyes, that match Braxton’s pale blue ones, land on me. “You must be Melia; my wife and I have been looking forward to meeting you. I’m Keon,” he greets me warmly.

I shake his hand and smile back. “It’s lovely to meet you, Keon. Braxton has told me a lot about you and your family.”

“Good things, I hope. Well, let’s not standing in the doorway, come on in!”

We enter the luxurious home and Keon shuts the front door behind us, pointedly locking it. Kasia is still in Braxton’s arms, and she wriggles, struggling to get free. He puts her down and she runs down the corridor. Keon hangs up our coats and we remove our shoes. I place my handbag on the floor and smooth down my hair.

Braxton’s hand is on my back again. “You look perfect,” he whispers, making me smile.

“Follow the running child,” Keon suggests dryly, gesturing down the hallway.

The three of us take the corridor into the open-plan kitchen and living room. Kasia is on the floor in the living room, playing with an incredible amount of Lego. The pieces are spread across the floor and a tower, almost a metre tall, dominates the space.

“I love Lego,” I comment to Braxton, making him chuckle.

“Yeah, it’s all fun and games until you step on a piece barefoot,” Keon grumbles. “Words cannot describe the pain.”

That makes me laugh.

“Babe, you should have told me the guests had arrived!”

We all turn at the sound of the feminine voice. A stunning brunette comes down the stairs and approaches us. I’m instantly envious of her perfect figure and flawless beauty. She grins widely and comes to stand next to her husband.

“Melia! It’s so wonderful to finally meet you, Braxton hasn’t shut up about you.” She winks at her brother-in-law, who rolls his eyes. “I’m Enna.”

She pulls me into a hug and, after taking a second to recover, I hug her back.

“It’s wonderful to meet you,” I reply shyly.

I clear my throat and try to get my confidence back. Where is the woman who struts into offices and convinces companies to part with their money?

“Gosh, you’re even more stunning in person, Braxton wasn’t lying,” Enna comments.

Braxton smiles proudly and kisses my temple, whilst I turn the colour of a tomato.

“Um, thank you.”

“Do you want a drink? I’ll put the kettle on,” Keon says.

Five minutes later, we’re all sat in the living room, cradling our drinks, and watching Kasia play with the Lego. After Keon’s comment, we all made sure to avoid the stray blocks on the carpet.

“So, tell us everything about how you met,” Enna gushes. “Braxton only gave me vague details; you know what men can be like.”

Both Keon and Braxton scoff. It’s so very obvious that they are brothers, they’re more alike than I thought they would be. We spend the entire afternoon at the King’s household. Kasia warms up to me and for almost an hour, I sit on the floor and play Lego with her, whilst chatting to Enna.

After an hour, Kasia, or Kass as she is affectionately called by her family, demands that her uncle and father join in. Enna and I get to sit on the sofa and talk, whilst Braxton and Keon get on the floor and play Lego with Kasia. It’s the most heart-warming sight. These two muscular, tattooed men, crouched on the floor, playing Lego with a demanding but delightful little girl.

We end up staying for dinner, after Keon and Enna’s generous offer for us to stay. Once Kasia is in bed, the four of us enjoy our meal. All of my nerves disappear, and I find myself having one of the best nights I’ve had (with people other than Braxton), in a long time.

When we leave, Enna insists on doing it again in a week’s time. Something tells me that this will become a weekly thing.

On the way home, Braxton can’t stop smiling. He’s so pleased that we go on so well, as he knew we would. Apparently, he used to go over at least three times a month when he was single, so I have a feeling we will be seeing them a lot.

I don’t mind at all.


I’m bored at work. There’s only an hour left, and I have nothing much to do. I’ve spoken to all of my clients; meetings are already set up for the rest of the week. At this point, I’m just counting down the minutes to going home with my delicious boyfriend.

Brad has gone out for the afternoon, and we all seem to have fallen into that Monday slump. It’s obvious there’s only an hour left; everyone is slacking at their work. Most of the sales people are at their desks, but they’re all talking to each other without doing much of anything else.

Feeling restless, I get up and walk over to Braxton’s desk. I creep up behind him and place my hands over his eyes. He jumps with surprise and then relaxes back into his chair. I lean down and brush my lips against his ear.

“Guess who?”

He chuckles. “Hm, let me think,” he replies teasingly. “My perfect, sexy girlfriend, who I’ve been dreaming about taking over my desk for the last half hour?”

My hands fall from his eyes in shock and my mouth parts in surprise. “Okay, I was not expecting that reply!” I giggle.

Braxton spins around his chair and pulls me onto his lap. I look around, anxious that someone will be watching and thinking this is inappropriate office behaviour, but everyone is interested in their own thing. No one is paying any attention to us.

“I’m bored,” I pout and Braxton chuckles.

“There’s only fifty-two minutes left.”

I roll my eyes. “Gee, thanks for reminding me.”

As I shift into a more comfortable position on Braxton’s lap, I feel his unmissable erection beneath my butt. I look at him and smirk. “I think you’re enjoying me being on your lap a little too much, Mr King.”

He smirks back. “I think I am, Miss Wynter,” he responds. “If only you could see all the dirty things going on in my mind right now.”

His words both excite me and make me blush. I bite my bottom lip and lean up to whisper in his ear. “Why don’t you show me?”

Braxton’s hands tighten on me as he tenses up. “How?” He asks tightly.

I shrug, acting nonchalant. “I’m sure the janitor’s closet is free. And he doesn’t come in until 6pm...”

Braxton stands up suddenly, taking me with him. He sets me on my feet before I can fall and holds me steady. Grabbing my hand, he leads me out of the office and down the corridor.

I can barely contain my smile as he all but drags me to the closet. He’s a man on a mission.

Braxton checks the corridor is clear, before opening the closet door and going inside. He pulls me in after him and shuts the door on us.

Like last time, the lighting is dim. Only the green emergency light glows above us. In the darkness, Braxton’s lips find mine. I tangle my fingers in his hair and angle my face a little so that we can kiss more deeply. His tongue caresses mine and I moan into his mouth.

My desire for him is instantaneous.

His large hands lift up my skirt, so it is in rolls around my waist. He pulls down my thong and I lift one leg out of it, so that it is around my ankle. Braxton’s fingers part my lower lips and he runs two fingers up and down my pussy, coating them in my juices. Once lubricated, he pushes both inside of me, making me gasp into the kiss.

Braxton breaks the kiss to whisper harshly in my ear, “You’re so fucking wet already, baby. All for me.”

I swallow hard, feeling lightheaded with how badly I want him right now. He removes his fingers and presses on the back of my thighs. I get the message and jump up. He catches me and I wrap my legs around his waist. Whilst cupping my ass-cheek with one hand, he unbuckles his trousers with the other.

Once his cock is free, he nudges it at my entrance. We both moan quietly as he pushes inside of me. I place my hands on his shoulders and hold on tight, ready for him to start moving. Now firmly seated inside me, Braxton puts both of his hands on my butt, holding me whilst he begins fucking me. He thrusts in and out of me, pressing my back against the wall.

I find his lips and kiss him as he pounds into me. He grunts into the kiss, fucking me harder until I’m clenching around him. Just as my orgasm nears, he slides his hand closer to my pussy and presses his index finger against my asshole.

My orgasm tears through me, spurred on by the pressure against my asshole. My pussy clamps down around him and I cry out his name. Luckily, the sound is drowned out by his lips on mine.

The pleasure is overwhelming. My nails dig into his shirt, and I struggle to hold on whilst my body convulses with pleasure. Braxton breaks the kiss and curses under his breath.

His thrusts become sloppy and punctuated. He suddenly pulls out and lets me slide to my feet. He grabs a roll of paper towel on the shelf next to us whilst pumping his cock with his hand.

He inhales sharply and grunts, releasing into the sheets of paper towel that he ripped from the roll. I lean back against the wall for support, panting as heavily as him.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. “Didn’t want to cum in you in case it dripped out at your desk or something.”

I chuckle. “That’s very considerate of you, thanks.”

We fix ourselves up and I emerge from the closet first. I check the corridor and the coast is clear. Braxton comes out, straightening his tie. We’ve cleaned up well, you would never know. We quietly return to our desks, but I can’t help but laugh as I watch Braxton go over to the bin. He takes the paper towels from his pocket and surreptitiously throws them in the trash.


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