Buried Desires (Brad’s Story)

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Chapter Three


"Hey, guys," Patty, one of the newest barmaid's at Lucky's Pub greeted us as she walked up to our table.

Tommy lifted his eyes from his phone, giving her an appreciative smile. "Hey there, beautiful. How has your night been?"

"Honestly, it was great up until forty minutes ago," she sighed with frustration.

"What happened forty minutes ago?" Tommy asked curiously.

"We had a rather big party in here earlier. Two different bowling teams, celebrating their leagues Championship and one of the team's big wins. They seemed like nice enough guys but when they were finished, those old assholes left and stiffed me and Jaz on a three hundred dollar order."

She pulled a pen out of her ponytail, placing a tired smile on her face. "Enough with my boring shift. So, what will it be tonight, fella's?" she quickly clicked her pen, preparing to write down our order.

I handed her my menu. "Damn. Sorry to hear that, Patty. People Can be straight dicks sometimes."

She gave me an appreciative smile as she grabbed the menu from me.

"Just give me an order of wings and a glass of Jameson," I told her while unlocking my phone.

"You know what, darlin'. Give me the same thing," Tommy said, handing her his menu.

"You got it. I'll have your drinks right out, guys, " she said slipping her pen back into her ponytail.

As she walked away, Tommy asked, "so, you think she's hot for me?"

Looking up from my phone, I see that he's checking her out as she walked back to the bar. I shook my head. "Why do you even ask me, Tommy? You know damn well that by the end of the night you're either going to ask for her number, or leave with her?"

He shrugged his shoulders and laughed. "Fuck, bro. I was just asking," He ran a hand through his hair, sighing."So, how was work today?"

Loading up my Facebook account, I shrugged my shoulders. "Long and boring as usual."

"Well, that's not what I heard," he mused. "I heard, little ol' Samantha called you again today," he smiled mischievously.

Immediately scowled at him. "Really?" I deadpanned. "And where might I ask are you getting this information?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

He chuckled, "oh, don't you worry your little head about my source. Let's just say I have my ways,"

I rolled my eyes. "Well, at least I know who's been telling you What time I leave from work in the evenings," I said with annoyance. Fucking Barb and her big fat mouth...

Tommy laughed. "Sorry, fam. I'm starting to think that Lil sweet and sassy Barb loves pissing you off," he chuckled.

"Here's your drinks, fellas. Your wings are cooking. Should be out in a few minutes." Patty said as she placed our glasses on the table.

While Tommy proceeded to flirt with Patty, I ignored them and began scrolling through my news feed and immediately came to a stop when I saw a new announcement from Sophie.

Ah, Sophia Milton.

Sophie was practically my best friend during my years at Alabama State University. Though when I first met her, I wanted to fuck her brains out, but not long after I found out I was nowhere close to the type of guys she found attractive. And being shot down too many times to count, I gave up trying, and oddly the relationship evolved into a comfortable friendship.

I softly smiled as I read her announcement. She rarely Ever made announcements. I've stalked her page enough to know she's a very private person. I mean her profile picture was the same one she had since college.

Thinking back, I suddenly realized that it's been seven years since I've seen her. God, how I missed her, though. She was always there for me when I needed her.

"What the hell are you over there smirking at?" Tommy unexpectedly asked.

Slightly shaking my head, I said "Nothing. Just saw something Sophie posted on Facebook,"

He scrunched his brows. "You mean that sexy-ass nerd undercover?"

"That what?" I snorted.

"You know. That hot-ass nerd back at college. The quiet girl who was hot for you,"

I shook my head. "Tommy, she wasn't interested in me. She was more interested in those Harvard fuckers. You know, the ones who could provide her with the white picket fences and that all-American girls' dream bullshit." I grumbled.

He raised a brow, " Are you fucking serious right now?"

"Yeah, I am."

"How in the hell did you come up with that conclusion?" he asked with a raised brow.

"It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out, Tommy. Trust me, I tried numerous times with her but, she kept rejecting me every single time. But you wanna know what confirmed it for me. It was the day I saw her talking to the biggest douche bag on campus, Dean Turner. Fuck, you should have seen the big smile she wore as he talked to her." I admitted with annoyance. "I knew right then that I wasn't the right guy for her."

"Why not?" he asked curiously.

"Oh come on now, Tommy. You of all people know that I'm nothing like that Dean fucker. Far from it. What I am no one like Sophie would want. Were dominants. We expect the women we chose to submit, and enjoy all the erotic things that come along with the BDSM lifestyle."

"And she told you that, did she?" he mused. "That she wanted that all-American Dream with the white picket fences to go along with it?"

"No, but it was completely obvious that day in the library."


"Yo, Brad!" Mike Baxter called out as I passed him walking towards the Library's entrance.

"Hey, Mike. What's up?"

He walked closer to me and whispered, "You still going to that secret sex party at Stella's Dollhouse tonight?"

Smiling, I nodded my head. "Yeah. I got the invite a couple of days ago from Stella."

"Fuck. That shit is gonna be dope as fuck, bro," he said with excitement. "Have you gotten to try out one of the submissive over there yet? Bro, you should try out one of the regulars named Tamara. She was fucking amazing at the last party."

I chuckled. "Yeah, I've tried a few out. But hey, I gotta get going man, I'm already running behind for my afternoon classes. I'll see you there." I explained.

"Cool. See you later, bro."

After saying goodbye to Mike, I walked into the building and past the librarian's main desk,
heading straight for the stairs that lead to the second floor of the library. I knew I would find her there. It's her favorite spot here.

I finally got enough courage to ask if Sophie would come with me to Stella's party tonight. I know I've only known her for a couple of months, but I'm dying to introduce her to my world. The part of me that very few people know about.

I tend to keep that part of my life on the down-low because I don't want it getting back to my father. He may be miles away in New York City, but I know if he ever found out what I'm into, he'd jerk my ass out of this place so quick and then force my ass to attend NYU all so he could keep an eye on me.

I love my father. And, I respect the hell out of him. But, I hate that he's already planned my entire future out without even asking if it's what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. And, honestly, I have no idea what I did want to do, but, things changed three months ago, after discovering that my father had been diagnosed with Leukemia. His dying wish is for me to take over the Robertsons Trust Banks. So, that's what I'll do.

As I reached the top of the stairs, I spotted her at the table in the back, talking to Dean Turner. Why in the fuck is she talking to that loser for?

Quickly slipping behind one of the bookshelves, I quietly moved down the row so I could get a closer look, and eavesdrop on them.

"I can't believe the professor said that to you," I heard Sophie giggle as I got closer.

Peering through the gap between the books, I watched as she practically melted for the fucking clown.

"Yeah, I know, right. But, don't worry. My father has already spoken to the Dean and, well, let's just say we won't be seeing Professor Drury in our Literacy class anymore," he boasted.

God, he's such a smug bastard...

"Wow," Sophie softly gasped.

"So, since we have the next class together, would you mind if we walked together?" he asked her.

I stared at Sophie, gritting my teeth, and mentally chanted "say no, say no.''

"Yeah. Sure, Dean," she said giving him that beautiful smile that I loved seeing on her lips.


"Bro," Tommy chuckled. "That doesn't mean she wanted the little weasel." he laughed.

"You didn't see the way she looked at him. Hell, she seemed so excited talking to him." I grumbled and swallowed the entire glass of liquor.

"Ok, whatever you say." he rolled his eyes, still unconvinced. "So, what did Sophis post?" he asked just as Patty placed the two plates of Wings onto the table.

"Enjoy, fellas," she said. "Would you like another drink?" she asked, noticing my empty glass.

"Yes, please. Thanks, sweetheart."

Once she left to get my refill, I gave Tommy a small smile. "She said she's coming to New York in a couple of days. Actually, she said that she was moving to New York City." I said a little too excitedly.

"Really," Tommy smirked mischievously.

I shook my head. "No. Whatever you're thinking, on doing—don't. Just, don't."

He held his hands up in surrender, laughing hysterically. "I didn't say anything, damn fam," he kept laughing.

"God, your such a pain in my ass, Tommy."

After we both finished our plates of wings and two more glasses of Jameson, I asked Patty for the check, and Tommy asked for her number. That's Tommy for ya.

I climbed out of the booth. "I'll be back. I'm going to run to the restroom before we leave."

His attention was on his phone, but he nodded his head once at me.

After taking a quick piss, I washed my hands and glanced at myself in the mirror. Seeing the dark circles under my eyes.

"Fuck, I'm tired."

Reaching the booth, I noticed Tommy was already on his feet and speaking to someone on his phone.

"Yeah," he said holding his finger up for me to hold on. "Ok. Just stay right there, Caleb." He sighed.

Ending the call he speared a hand through his hair messy black hair.
"Fuck. I have a big favor to ask, fam." He said, a bit nervous.

I raised a brow. "what favor?"

"See, my best fighter, Caleb is completely wasted and needs a ride to get home. He's way too drunk to drive."

"Why doesn't he call a taxi?"

"I can't trust that, fam. I could barely understand his over the phone. He was slurring his words badly. Come on, Brad. Do me a solid. I need to make sure my best fighter gets home safely."

I blew out a long breath. Oh, fuck my life...

I tossed my hands up.'"Fine. But, this needs to be quick. I'm fucking exhausted, Tommy," I grumbled.

Placing two hundred dollars for Patty under the empty plate, we headed outside towards my BMW.

Climbing in, I asked, "so, where is he at?"

Tommy buckled his seat belt. "Wonderland," he said between fake coughs.

"Goddamnit." I barked. "You fucking owe me so fucking big, Bro. Fucking big time, Tommy," I growled, slamming the gear into reverse.

God. I'm going to feel like royal shit in the morning...


-Feelings about Brad

-Feelings about Tommy?

-Feelings about Sophie?

-Any thoughts or theories?
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