Buried Desires (Brad’s Story)

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Chapter Nine


The fact I'm sitting in the passenger seat next to Brad Robertson in his sleek luxurious black BMW—the same damn man who I've done nothing but fantasize over since the moment I laid eyes on him is starting to mess with my head.

It's quiet—too quiet in the small space between us. We've declared our feelings for one another not even twenty minutes ago, yet the pensive man hasn't spoken one single word to me since he carried my ass out of the club.

I stared out of the window and watched nervously as we zipped through the city. I have no idea where he's taking me, but honestly, I didn't give two fucks just as long as I was with him.

I chanced a glimpse over at him as we slowed down at a red light. My eyes fell to his white knuckles as he gripped the gear shift, his other wrapped tightly around the steering wheel. My eyes slowly trailed towards his stone-cold face and I wished I knew what he was feeling or thinking. Was he pissed at me? Was he unhappy I was here?

I swallowed the lump of fear in my throat, my nerves too rattled to take his silence any longer. "So, where are you taking me?" my question barely came out above a whisper.

His jaw ticked but he continued to keep his eyes locked in front of him. "I'm taking you to my penthouse."

I opened my mouth to ask him another question but the light quickly flicked green, silencing me. His nose flared while pressing the gas, jerking the gears as he began to speed towards his penthouse.

I sat back further into the seat and decided to hold back the many questions I had for him until we got to his place. My mind wondered as he drove. How in the hell could I not see who he truly was back then?

I sifted through all my memories with him back at college and realized there had been so many signs, but I didn't know how to see them then. Not like I do now.

I mean, hell, just the way he had to control everything around him should have told me. He had to always be in control. And God, how the man could walk into any room and somehow his appearance and demeanor alone demanded attention—he owned the room.

Hearing the clicking noise of the blinker, I watched as he turned the wheel and veered the car into an entrance of a gated parking garage. He pulled the car to a stop in front of the locked gate and swiped a card into a metal computerized box, unlocking the gate.

Once the gate slid open he drove inside, sliding into a parking spot just a few minutes later, and quickly killed the engine. He turned his head and placed his eyes on me. Christ, the look of hunger that glittered from his hooded eyes stole my very breath away. I clenched my legs and suppressed the moan begging to come out. He was a handsome devil, always has been. Even though he's aged, it's done nothing but make him more appealing than before.

Brad turned away, opened his door, and got out, quickly rounding the car. He popped open my door not saying a word and reached over u buckling my seat belt.

I felt so nervous that when he held his hand out for me to take, mine was noticeably shaking. I stood next to the car and felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment realizing I was still wearing nothing but the robe from the club. God, how ridiculous I must look right now. I didn't want to embarrass him in a building where he lived, so I pulled the robe tighter around my body, hoping to keep myself concealed as much as possible but the damn thing was so short and thin.

He placed his palm on the small of my back and slowly helped guide me towards an elevator across from the car. Once reaching the doors, he pressed a bright blue bottom and ushered me inside.

Once the doors closed he leaned his face next to my ear. "The elevator goes straight to my door, Sophie. You can relax, you have nothing to worry about," he reassured me as the elevator began rising to the top level. I felt my muscles and nerves immediately uncoil.

The elevator soon came to a stop at the top level. As the elevator opened, Brad grabbed my hand. The feeling of his big warm hand wrapped around my small one somehow made me feel oddly safe. Come to think of it, being around him has always made me feel comfortable and safe.

Stepping out of the elevator I immediately saw a door that had to be opened by a key card. Brad swiped the card, holding the door open for me.

once inside, he walked past me and slipped out of his jacket, tossing his keys into a bowl sitting on a wooden table next to the door. Laying his jacket on the back of a dark brown leather couch, he then vanished into another room, leaving me alone.

Not knowing what to do, I chose to stand near the door and began to study my surroundings. I inhaled a long breath to help calm myself. I instantly smelt the fresh smell of cleaning products in the air.

I scanned what seemed like the main room and noticed how neat it was. I laughed to myself, knowing damn well he must have a maid come in and clean because the Brad I remembered years ago was never this neat while staying over at my dorm.

The bright white walls were bare except for the one above the couch. It held an oil painting of New York City at night. It was stunning.

Brad reappeared from the same place he'd previously exited carrying something in his hand. "Come, sweetness," he said softly as he took a seat on the couch. "Sit next to me."

Ungluing myself from the spot next to the door, I sat down next to him, unsure of what to do or say.

He handed me one of his white t-shirts so I stood pressing the shirt against my chest and asked, "where's your restroom?"

He chuckled. "You can change right here in front of me. I mean, I've already seen what's under that robe, Sophie. I promise not to bite...unless you ask." he mused, giving me a sly smirk.

I untied the robe and slipped the silky material from my shoulders, my heart rate doubling by the second. It's different showing my body in such a private setting, especially with Brad.

I slipped the robe down my body, letting it fall to the floor. I felt the goosebumps erupting across my skin as he raked his soldering eyes over my body. Just hearing his low and deep hum of appreciation while sinking his teeth into his bottom lip already did crazy things to my body.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he grunted huskily.

He stood from the couch and took the shirt from my hold. "Arms up," he rasped. I swallowed and did as he said.

He slipped the shirt over my arms, slowly sliding the soft cotton material down my arms, making sure to let his fingertips graze a delicious burning path against my skin.

"Good girl," he praised. Christ those words alone had set off a fire deep inside of me. A fire that I desperately wanted him to put out.

"Now, have a seat, sweetness."

Exhaling a shaky breath, I sat down. He sat down next to me, placing his hand on my knee. "Are you thirsty or hungry?" I wanted to Scream out yes, I was desperately thirsty for him but I shook my head no instead.

"Ok," he seemed to relax a bit and rested his back against the cushion of the couch. "Now that we are alone I'd like for you to tell me how you ended up here working at wonderland. How did you go from the quiet and shy Sophie to this new and bold Sophie?"

I bristled a bit, not liking how he was questioning me. "What does it matter? I grew up, Brad." I snapped.

His jaw ticked. "It matters and you fucking know it, sweetness," he said, agitated. "Why did you keep how you felt about me a secret?"

I laughed. "You know damn well why. You were too busy getting your dick wet by every girl on campus who would spread her legs. I wasn't ready for the aftermath of being just another one-night stand on your list. Not so soon after—," I quickly stopped myself, realizing that I almost let my secret from my past slip out.

He grabs my hands, giving them a gentle squeeze. "What happened before you left for college, Sophie? You know I won't judge you. I care about you."

Tears clouded my vision. "Yeah? Then why did you leave and never look back? Not once did you reach out."

He cupped my cheek, thumbing away a fallen tear. "I can see I've hurt you by doing that. I was stupid Sophie. I convinced myself you deserved better. That you wouldn't except me for who I was."

I wanted to believe him. He leaned in closer, brushing his soft warm lips against mine. "Trust must be established for both of us if we want this to work. It's the most important thing between a Dom and sub."
I nodded my head agreeing.

He pressed his lips gently against mine, kissing me for the first time. I sucked in a shaky breath as he wound his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and began messaging it with mine.

A rush of heat and excitement traveled fast through my body. I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my arms around his neck, molding myself to him. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, groaning as he grazed his teeth. "Fuck, I've been dreaming of how you'd taste." He admired in a throaty voice.

I immediately jumped when I suddenly heard a loud knock at the door. Brad cursed under his breath. "Don't move, sweetness. I'll get rid of whoever it is." He said with a small smirk.

He pressed his lips one last time to mine. I waited on the couch and listened intently as he walked to the door.

He unlocked the door and the moment he opened the door and I heard a familiar voice I began laughing.

Turning around I watch with amusement as Tommy, Brad's cousin, sticks his head past the door, a devilish grin on his face.

"Well well well, if it isn't Sophia, the Vixen undercover," he mused. "Did you stop by to give us a private show?"

I laughed again when I looked at Brad's expression. Let's just say if looks could kill, Tommy would have been dead on the spot.

"Sophie, why don't you go and enjoy a hot shower while I speak to Tommy," Brad gritted through clenched teeth.

I nodded and made my way towards the hallway, giggling when Tommy winks at me.

"Goddamn it Tommy," I heard Brad curse as I disappeared into the bathroom.

I hadn't realized how much I missed them until now...
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