TWELVE
1369 Words
Brandon's legs were heavy. He didn't know whether to move forward or turn back. He made his decision to confront the moment. With trembling hands that barely held on to his bouquet, he got to the bottom of the stairs. To his relief, she wasn't the one. It was one of the maids who looked like Vivian for a second.
Exhaling, he walked up to them. “Hi, where's Wilson?” he questioned. Truthfully, Brandon did this to get an appropriate look at the girl. Just to make sure test he was only mistaken.
“Please, follow me. I'll take you to him,” the girl in question sweetly said, leading the way. Brandon followed behind until they arrived, where Wilson stood with a couple of his guards. By the looks of it, he was giving orders.
Brandon waited until Wilson noticed him and a smile crossed his face. He winked at Brandon before shifting his gaze, replacing the smile with a stern look. Shortly, he ended the meeting and Brandon strolled towards him. Leaning in, Wilson kissed him passionately before drawing out a chair for him to sit on.
“Feel better?” he asked as he slightly massaged Brandon's shoulders, making Brandon relax into his touch.
“Yes,” he answered, a grin on his face. “Thank you for the flowers. They're lovely.”
“Anything for you, babe.” Wilson took his seat and dinner was served.
He began to eat after saying his thanks but along the line noticed that Brandon was spearing his food, he has hardly taken a bite. Brandon contemplated within himself if it was the right time to address the subject that has been bothering him. Should he allude to it, or would he ruin dinner?
He made his decision and decided to let Wilson know his thoughts. “Baby?” Brandon mumbled.
“Yes. You have hardly touched your food. Don't you like it? I can have the cooks make something different for you,” he let out, his voice was laced with worry, and he dropped his fork to give his complete attention to Brandon.
“What happened to Vivian and the child?” Brandon asked, his voice low as well as his gaze. It was as if he was unsure of his question and wanted to take it back.
“Why the question now? Did she contact you?”
“No. For a second, I thought I saw her here.”
Wilson rubbed in-between the middle of his temple before reaching for Brandon's hands. He grabbed them, bringing Brandon's fingers to his mouth. Slowly, he began to kiss each knuckle until the last. “Baby, Vivian can never come here. I'm trying to get to the root of her claims. But, be rest assured that the child she claims to be mine, isn't. Please, just worry about nothing. You have been through enough, and I want you to rest with a clear head. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Now, eat your food. The gray sweatpants look amazing on you,” he whispered into his ear, nibbling Brandon's earlobe with his wet tongue. “Seeing you in them made me rock hard.” With lust in his eyes, he took Brandon's hand and led it to feel his pulsing d**k. Exhaling, “let us eat. You will need all your strength for later.”
Brandon flushed before nodding. With his free hand, he began eating while the other, massaged Wilson's d**k under the table. Occasionally, his touch caused Wilson to jerk, whimper, shudder, and grabbed his fork a bit too hard.
Wilson couldn't take the tension again. “f**k it! Dinner is over,” he growled, rising from the table. He moved over to Brandon and drew out his seat for him to get up, linking his hand to Brandon's. Brandon chuckled and allowed him to direct his pace.
Wilson had only reached the bottom of the staircase when his guard rushed in. “Sir?” he called out with a bow, his eyes shifting between Wilson and Brandon.
“What is it?” Wilson queried, impatience noticeable in his tone. He read the body language of his guard, who was trying to get a go-ahead from Wilson if he should relay his message. “Go ahead.”
“It was a bomb, and we have been able to finish dismantling what is left of the car. We found the compounds of the bomb and traced it to a manufacturer. You might want to see it.”
Brandon's heart sank, the event of the day rushing through his head. The image became vivid once more, how both of them were almost blown up. His head spanned, and his breathing became faster. However, Brandon was swift to mask his distress. The last thing he wanted was to be a damsel in distress when something more important was happening.
Wilson absentmindedly let go of Brandon's hand. “Go to the room,” he ordered and tried walking out with his guard.
“I'm coming with you. And, it's not up for debate,” Brandon announced, walking ahead of them. He knew that if he wasn't fast enough, Wilson would have refused. He was tired of being shielded and treated like a princess. If his man was in danger, he too was in danger. And, if Wilson was working hard to catch the culprits, he needed to assist. If he wasn't doing that, he was more or less useless to Wilson and shouldn't be there.
Wilson couldn't bring himself to say anything. He just shook his head, smirked, d and walked right behind Brandon. 'It's time I did a proper introduction then,' he thought to himself. The reason he had brought Brandon with him was to make sure that he was in his sight or near protection at all times. Not help out. But, Wilson knew better not to question a determined Brandon because his words would fall on deaf eyes.
Wilson still reached for Brandon's hand to hold on to. He loved how slender his fingers were in his big palm and how relaxed he felt knowing that he clasped onto them. He would find out time to enjoy the place with his man. Making sure that he takes his mind away from the chaos he had been witnessing recently.
“Are you sure you want to do this with me? I'm a different man when I walk into that zone. You might not like it, baby. There are sides to me that you're yet. And, I don't want to rush you into that aspect of my life.”
Brandon listened attentively and then said, “your flaws are perfections to me, Wilson. Whatever side you show me, I'm pretty sure that I can take it.”
“Okay,” Wilson responded with a shoulder jerk
Through the exit, they walked past several soldiers who kept their gaze fixed on the floor with their heads bowed. That was the effect of Wilson. Only Brandon and Britney really looked him in the eyes or challenged him. Every other person felt uneasy with his aura.
With Wilson leading Brandon, they got to a massive metal door. "This is my lab. Not for drugs production,” he joked. “It's where I see, hear and take care of things. You know, on my own. It's also my training unit for my soldiers,” he explained.
“Okay.”
Wilson's phone began buzzing. He reached for it and when he saw the caller, he tensed a bit. “Lead Brandon inside. I'll be with you shortly,” he ordered. “What do you want?” Brandon heard Wilson say through gritted teeth as he allowed the guard to lead him inside.
Brandon felt anxious. He would prefer if it was Wilson leading him. He was the only person he trusted and felt confident around. However, he knew that in due time, he would have to start living independently giving room for Wilson to handle his businesses too.
As the Metal gates opened, Brandon's mouth fell to the floor at what he saw. Truly, he wasn't ready to deal with this side of Brandon.
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