Sinful Pleasures

Chapter Nineteen

I decided to completely ignore the phone call. If it was really important, then he would leave a message. I put my full focus back on Brad. He slid his hands under my tank top and pulled it over my head. I knew that we were staying in tonight, so I opted to not wear a bra.

He sat up so I could slide his shirt off of him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and smashed me against him. Just the feel of his skin against mine made my n*****s harden. His lips made their way to my neck and my arms latched around his neck. He found a sensitive part of skin and I moaned his name. I could feel the dampness between my legs growing and I instinctively started grinding against him.

Brad quickly stood up from the couch, taking me with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and trailed kisses down his jawline while he made his way to the bedroom. I was taken by surprise when he bypassed the bedroom and went straight to the bathroom. He grabbed a hold of my thighs and unwrapped my legs from his waist. He sat me down and then moved to turn on the shower.

He made his way back to me to slowly slip my shorts and panties over my hips. Since he was just in a pair of joggers, it was easy to just slide those and his boxers and over his hips. I still couldn't get over the sight of his body. Even though I had already seen and felt it, I still couldn't get over the perfectly defined abdominal muscles. Or his perfectly carved chest. He had the body of a god and I think I might actually be drooling over him.

I brought my gaze to his face and saw that he was staring into my eyes. I don't think he even let his eyes rake over my naked body. He stepped into the little space that was between us and ran his hands down my sides until they landed on my hips. He gripped me tight then pulled me close so that our lips met in the middle. I snaked my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. I could feel the warmth of the shower and noticed the steam coming out of it.

I broke the kiss but grabbed his hand and led him into the shower. It was full of steam and the hot water was welcoming. Still holding his hand, I pulled him against me. He took his hands and cupped both of my cheeks. He slowly brought his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his waist and savored the feel of his lips on mine. He deepened the kiss and I took the time to just appreciate his body.

I started from his waist and slowly ran my hands up his sides. I loved the way I could feel him shiver under my touch. I moved my hands over his back and relished in the hard muscles that I was met with. I loved the way he felt, and I loved the way he reacted to me even more. I let my hands slide back to his hips and rest there.

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. He slid his hands off my face and around my shoulders. He pulled me close and I felt his lips against my hair. I rested my cheek against his chest and sank into his warmth. I was craving his touch after these last few days, but in this moment, I realized I didn't need him to touch me sexually. Even though we were in fact naked in the shower, I realized that I just needed him to hold me.

I didn't even realize I was crying until felt my shoulders start to rise and fall. Brad tightened his arms around my shoulders and I just sobbed into his chest. Everything from the last two weeks came crashing down on me at once. Amanda's obvious hatred of me from day one, the assault by Jason, then the photographs in the conference room. It was like now that we had finally figured everything out, and all responsible parties were being charged, everything was actually settling on me. I had really been through hell ever since I came home.

"Hey beautiful, we should actually wash off before the water turns cold."

I leaned back to look at him and he wiped the trail of tears from my eyes. He kissed me lightly on the lips and then proceeded to grab my body wash. He put a generous amount in his hands and massaged it into my shoulders. He slowly worked over my back and arms before I moved under the water to rinse off. I grabbed the manly body wash he had put in here from his bag and returned the favor.

We got out and wrapped towels around us. I looked at my phone and saw that it was only 7:30 in the evening. Brad gave me one of his shirts and I put on a pair of boy short panties. I quickly turned the fireplace on before making my way to the kitchen to make us both a mug of hot tea. I carried both mugs back to the couch by the fireplace and found Brad waiting for me, with a fuzzy blanket lifted up so I could easily slide under it.

He took his mug from me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I took a long sip and welcomed the hot liquid flowing down my throat. I snuggled into his side and stared into the fire. Now that I got the crying out of the way, I felt more at peace. I was now content. I knew that with everything coming up for the hotel, I wouldn't have time to think of everything anyways. We continued to sit on the couch and drink our tea while telling each other little bits of information about us.

I learned that he was 28 and had a younger sister who was 22. She had just graduated from Ohio State University in May and had decided to move to Florida. He said that his family had always been close, but when his sister finished college, his parents decided to take a multiple month trip to Europe to celebrate officially being empty nesters. He had been living in Manhattan since he graduated from Columbia University. He had his business degree and had dreams of taking over the bar downstairs one day.

I told him about how I was an only child, and about how my father passed away when I was a teenager from prostate cancer. I told him about how it had always been my dream to go to Brown to get my business degree and that I never thought I would be lucky enough to own a hotel at just 24 years old. I told him that I was scared yet excited to take it all on. I also told him about how my mom was a fashion designer and was never really home. Her traveling became more extravagant after my father died, as did her change in attitude towards me.

When we finally started to yawn and the tiredness started to set in, I noticed that the fire was almost burned out and that it was now going on midnight. Brad took our mugs to the kitchen and I made my way to the bed. I got in and let out a sigh of relief when I remembered that it was only Friday and that we didn't have to wake up early. Brad climbed into bed behind me, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me close. He kissed my head and I felt myself quickly falling into a peaceful sleep.

Brad's POV

I laid here with my arm wrapped around Blaire while I listened to her breathing even out, signifying that she was asleep. I hadn't known her for very long, but I had already seen her go through so much. Any normal person would have broken down the moment they started to go through everything she had been through. She was strong. She didn't allow her guard to fall until after everything was figured out.

She seemed so peaceful and at ease in her sleep. It would be so easy to fall for her. I knew I could. There was still a piece of my past that she didn't know. A part of me that would keep myself from falling for her. After all, who would be quick to love again after someone that was supposed to love you, betrayed you in the worst way and completely broke you? I softly kissed her hair and pulled her closer to me. Finally, sleep came and I welcomed it with open arms.

Blaire's POV

The next morning, I awoke to the sun spilling over the bed. I rolled over and noticed that I was alone. That was when I noticed the aroma of food. My mouth started watering and I looked at my phone to see what time it was. 10:30 and there was a text from Damon. I rolled my eyes but proceeded to open the text message.

Damon: Chuck called to tell me that Amanda and Haley were arrested. Are you okay? You didn't answer my call. I can come back if I need to.

I rolled my eyes again. I quickly typed out a text. I hesitated, not wanting him to ask questions and me having to say that Brad was here. I decided to lie.

Me: Yes, they were arrested. But I am fine Damon. Stay with Henry. That would kind of mess up our whole taking a break thing. I'm not alone. Lexi is here.

I quickly text Lexi to give her a heads up about me lying to Damon. I just didn't want to have to explain Brad to him just yet. I sat my phone down and went to see what Brad was doing.

As I walked into the kitchen, I was taken aback. There was a vase full of sunflowers on the table as well as two steaming mugs of coffee. Brad was at the stove cooking and I was welcomed by the smell of bacon, pancakes and eggs. I quietly walked up behind Brad and wrapped my arms around his waist. I placed a kiss on his bare shoulder before he turned around to look at me.

"Good morning. I hope I didn't wake you. I was hoping to have all of the food done by the time you woke up."

I stood on my tip toes to place a soft kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I just admired him for a few minutes before answering.

"You didn't wake me. I normally don't sleep this late and the sun was shining on the bed. The food smells amazing though Brad. And it all happens to be my favorite, down to the extra crispy bacon."

I took a piece off the plate beside the stove. It crunched under my teeth and was perfectly crisp. I finished the piece and looked up at Brad, who was watching me with a grin on his face. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the table. I picked up a mug and took a long drink. Brad turned back to the stove to finish the eggs and I sat at the table. He brought all of the food over and I was eager to dive in.

Even though it was just simple breakfast food, it tasted so much better than I could have made it. Brad said growing up, his mother always made sure him and his sister were right by her, watching her. He said he picked up on a few things from her. Like how he put vanilla extract in the pancake mix to add a little extra flavor to it. He also added maple syrup to the pan when he made the bacon for the same reason as the vanilla with the pancakes.

I told him about how I had always been closer to my father than my mother. My father was the one who came to all of the school trips, all of the dance recitals, teacher conferences. Mother couldn't be bothered. Granted, she was a lot more loving when my father was around. Once father died, it was like there wasn't anyone around to make sure she was a loving mother. Thankfully, I was a teenager and had my friends to lean on when she wasn't around.

When we finished breakfast, I helped him clear the dishes. It was the perfect fall day outside, so we decided to go for a walk. I went to the closet to find an outfit while Brad freshened up in the bathroom. It was a breezy 60 degrees outside, so I opted for black skinny jeans, an olive green sweater and brown knee high boots. I made my way to the bathroom to throw on some mascara and put a few curls in my hair.

I grabbed my phone and joined Brad at the elevator. He was in dark blue jeans, a black sweater and black Nikes. He looked like he should be on the cover of a magazine. Looking at him always took my breath away. We walked off the elevator and made our way through the lobby. We decided to walk to Central Park first. September was coming to an end and with it, fall was trying to make an appearance. Leaves on trees were barely starting to change, but it was enough to remind me just how much I loved living in New York during the fall.

We walked around for close to thirty minutes. I told him that I was thinking of having a little Halloween party at the hotel for everyone. He said it was a great idea, and we found ourselves making our way to the long strip of stores. We bought everything that screamed Halloween, so that I would be prepared. With next weekend being the first weekend of October and Jennifer Aniston staying, then the private birthday party in the bar the next week, I wanted to do our party the weekend after.

We made our way back to the hotel with our arms full of bags. When we got back to the penthouse, we put all of the bags in a corner of the closet. I took off my boots and we made ourselves comfy on the couch. Brad agreed that we could stay in for the rest of the weekend and just relax. We took turns choosing our favorite movies to watch. Brad of course chose all of the Marvel movies, which luckily I loved them too. I started off with the whole Harry Potter series. He surprised me by saying he had read all of the books along with seeing all of the movies, and my feelings for him grew even more.

We decided to make our own pizzas for dinner and ate them on the patio. We talked about my ideas for the Halloween party, not wanting to talk about the events coming before that. We decided to make it a costume party and hold a contest for the best costumes, and best couple costumes. I was getting really excited for it and decided I was going to take full reign of this party. I wanted to be the one to set it up and decide on decorations. I was already having Danielle, Ciara and Rose working on the birthday party themselves. I didn't want to completely overwhelm them with the long list of events I have sitting on my desk.

Brad and I stayed up late again, just talking. I decided to take a bath while he showered. We quickly passed out and he surprised me again with breakfast. We continued our movie marathon all day Sunday and never changed out of our sweats. We ordered in pizza for dinner and decided to call it an early night, since it was going to be a busy week for me preparing for our famous guest. We laid in bed and talked for a little while until we both drifted to sleep.

My alarm came too early the next morning. Brad had his arm tightly around my waist and I didn't want to leave his warm embrace. I sighed quietly and slowly moved his arm off of me. I didn't want to wake him yet, so I went to the bathroom to start getting ready. I ran the brush through my hair and quickly pulled it back into a braid. I threw on some mascara and made my way to the closet.

I noticed Brad had gotten out of bed, then I vaguely heard the coffee pot brewing. I smiled to myself and walked into the closet. I opted for a grey long sleeved sweater dress, black leggings and black knee high heeled boots. After I got dressed, I made my way to the kitchen. He must have gotten dressed while I was because he was no longer in his sweats that he slept in. He was now in black pants, a pale blue sweater, and his black Nikes. He was pouring our coffees to go and had't noticed I was in the room.

I walked over to him as he finished making the coffees. He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up onto the counter. He kissed me deeply and I found my fingers gripping his hair. My legs wrapped around his waist and he pushed his erection against my core. I vaguely heard the ding of the elevator, but thought I was just hearing things. I didn't pay any attention until I heard a gasp and an unmistakable male voice.

"Blaire..."