Taming The Mayor!

Open Office!

I opened my eyes up to the beautiful view of the entire city shedding the warm and smooth sunshine over my skin.

I stretched my arms and legs out getting out of the chair and looked down at the height at which I stood and I immediately stepped back from the fear that dangled inside my brain since I was four.

I looked down at myself and then around me. My eyes widened with fear as I saw myself standing still inside Brandon's office.

I looked at the time and it was eight in the morning.

I reflected a little getting an idea of everything that happened last night.

I picked my jacket up that I'd thrown away while dancing to shake it off whilst I was stuck inside.

I tried getting my shoes on but as I was bent down to get my shoes on, the door to the office burst open as Mrs. Mayhew walked right in.

She was complaining and yelling as a guard in his black suit and black Raybons entered besides her followed in by Jean.

"How many times do I have to throw all of these things away and you can't even keep an eye on him. What is your responsibility after all?", She yelled through her weak yet stern voice at Jean.

"Mrs. Mayhew I can tell that he has nothing here in his office.", Jean pleaded, trying to match Mrs. Mayhew fast pace.

"No! Don't you dare try to mislead me. I definitely know he hides it in his office.", She began complaining and yelling again.

She rotated her gaze around and finally as soon as she saw me.

Her face seemed in distress which happened to vanish as soon as she saw me.

"Oh dear! Amy. It's so lovely to see you.", She smiled pacing towards me.

"Hey, Mrs. Mayhew.", I smiled back trying to match her enthusiasm through my smelly breath and uncanny look.

"Are you okay dear? You look like you're in distress.", She asked looking down at my condition. She held my face and cupped it in her hands.

Well... Of course because your asshole son locked me inside his office the whole night.

"Yeah... I'm fine.", I forced a smile on my face.

"What are you doing here at this time?", She asked looking down at my feet with only one shoe on.

"I... I...", I tried coming up with a lie but I failed.

"Mr. Mayor called her.", Jean instantly lied for me.

Mrs. Mayhew turned to look at him and gave him a stern look.

I mouthed him a thank you meanwhile I put my other shoe on and stood straight as Mrs. Mayhew turned back to look over at me.

"Well... It's lovely that I've finally got to see you after the engagement and of course before the bridal shower.", She giggled lowly at the mention of an event I wasn't even aware about.

"Bridal shower?", I asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yes, bridal shower. Didn't your step mother tell you dear?", She said straightening her royal blue dress and sitting down at the couch. I looked over at her entire look and she wore pairs of matching jewelry head to toe with a neat bun tied on her head.

"Your step mother's hosting your bridal shower tomorrow at your house.", She looked over at me and my poker face gave her the idea that I knew about nothing.

"Oh dear! I'm so sorry. It was supposed to be a surprise for you. Isn't it?", She said through an apologetic face and perked lips.

I laughed lightly at her innocence.

"It's okay. It's totally fine Mrs. Mayhew.", I smiled at her.

She got up and held my shoulders tightly, "Don't you dare call me that. You always used to call me Aunt. In fact now that you're going to marry my son, call me mom. You get it?", She smiled and a feeling of warmness rushed inside me.

But I didn't feel good about it. I wasn't planning on marrying his son, neither was I planning on becoming her daughters in-law which kind of sucked on my behalf.

I was being mean here. I was passing on the time to investigate meanwhile I attended and pretended to enjoy every ceremony.

"Sure.", I faked a smile.

"I'm so glad that Brandon's got you. I'm sure you'll bring the best out of him. I'm so glad you two have finally come around.", She pecked my forehead as she said that.

A huge pain of guilt rushed inside me.

Why am I being this way? I'm going to hurt a lot of people but at the same time I don't have any other option.

"I guess you guys are done hanging around in my garden?", Brandon's voiced cooed the entire office as everyone turned to look at him.

Mrs. Mayhew let go off me as she made her way towards Brandon.

"No... Don't you dare try and act that everything is okay, young man.", She started daunting Brandon and I sensed the tension in his body as it stiffened.

He looked over at me and saw me standing still in between the entire mother and son drama

"What are you still doing standing here?", Brandon hissed looking at me making everyone in the room including the silent guard turn at look at my dismembered self.

"Ah... You... You called me here!", I said annoying him even more as I pointed towards Mrs. Mayhew through my eyes.

"What? I... I didn't...", He paused as he followed my gaze to Mrs. Mayhew who looked between me and him. "Yes... I called you. But I don't need you anymore. You can go.", He said ordering me and making my blood boil.

He stiffed the hell out of me by making me sleep in his office on a damn chair, he stranded me all alone through out the night and here he was acting like everything's okay.

"Well I've decided to stick here a bit longer. I've got used to of this place.", I said slumping down on the couch and annoying Brandon as he looked at me.

I wanted to annoy him just like he did. I know I was immune until Mrs. Mayhew was in the room.

"Brandon... Where are you hiding it?", Mrs. Mayhew spoke fuming with anger.

"Mom! I don't have it anywhere here.", He defended himself back.

"Don't lie to me. You're a Mayor! So don't lie under your oath!", She daunted Brandon who shut midway as he was about to speak something.

I snickered at Brandon. The ever so tough and rough Mayor was actually still getting scolded by his mother.

The expressions on his face were stern and cute making me melt a bit.

Stay strong b***h!

I told my inner self to calm down.

"Amy! Tell me where is he hiding it?", She turned towards me asking that maybe I had an idea about the thing that they were talking about.

"Huh? Hiding what?", I asked being completely oblivious of the entire scenario.

"His housekeeper called last night and told me how he crashed down his house, drunk at three in the morning!", She complained looking at Brandon who sat in his chair with his head in his hand.

I noticed his mood and his gestures pointing towards a possible headache.

"Jean? Get me a glass of lemonade alongside some pain killers.", I ordered him dismissing him and he immediately went out to grab lemonade, perhaps even he was looking for an opportunity to get out the awkward zone.

"Mrs. Mayhew...", I began but rephrased myself at her daunting looks.

"I mean Aunt.", I looked at her and she was stiffened as the same. "I mean Mom.", And she finally smiled looking at me. "What are you talking about Brandon hiding?", I asked her.

"His liquor! I had them thrown out his house now he's hiding them in his office!", She stated with a much sadder tone and it actually hurt me.

"Mom! I'm not!", Brandon roared with annoyance and anger as he flinched again holding down his head.

"Brandon just relax!", I went towards him and held down his shoulder pressing down the pressure point behind his ears.

"What are you doi.... Oh!", He relaxed down as I pressed down the pressure point and his headache smoothed down.

"How do you know about this?", Aunt Monica asked me as soon as she saw me relaxing Brandon's pain.

Ironical how he induces me pain and I just help reduce his down!

"How do you know this?", She asked looking at a now smothered Brandon.

"I took this subject in college where we studied about emergency pressure points.", I told her with a sly smile.

I pressed down Brandon's shoulders helping him relax from the pain and I felt him loosen his muscles as he relaxed his body down on his chair.

"You went to college?", Aunt Monica asked out of shock.

I rather felt offended at her expressions.

"Of course I did. I went to college, I graduated in Human psychology.", I told her and her eyes widened at my revelation.

Brandon sat up straight as he rotated and gawked me with wide eyes.

"So you're what? A psychologist?", He asked with his eyes wide. I looked up at Aunt Monica who had the same expressions on her face.

"Umm... Sort of? I guess. But I'm not a practicing one though.", I chuckled awkwardly at my own words.

Aunt Monica laughed along a genuine one and Brandon simply slumped back into his side.

"I've got the lemonade.", Jean announced as he entered inside the room.

I took it from his hand alongside the pain killers and gave it Brandon. "Take these. It'll help with the headache. Also have some yoghurt for lunch it'll ease your muscles and stomach. And Aunt Monica.", I turned my attention towards her. "Don't worry about the liquor. I've taken good care of it.", I said with confident smile.

"What have you done?", Brandon asked with fuming gaze, ready to kill me.

"I realized your plants were a bit thirsty so I fed them as well.", I smiled back as I held down his shoulders and pressed his sensitive points that made him relax back in his chair.

As I pressed it down he rather let out a moan of relaxation out of his pressed lips.

Aunt Monica smiled looking down at us and I smiled back at her.

She soon left without saying another word alongside her guard.

Even Jean took off and I realized that I was giving Brandon a free massage as I took my hands away from him and decided to walk but Brandon held onto my wrist with his eyes still closed as he completely leaned back.

"Don't stop!", He mumbled lowly and I realized that he was still intoxicated with the hangover.

I didn't know how to respond. It was for the first time he was demanding something out of lightness rather than a threat or forcing me into it.

Perhaps this could change his perception about me. After all I've known the true him and this wasn't the way he used to be.

I put my hands back on his shoulders as I massages him again and he let out a moan.

I gently took his coat off and placed it down as I rubbed my thumbs down his back with my fingers pressing down his shoulders.

He moaned again and loosened himself even more.

I felt all his stiffness going away alongside his harsh side. He was relaxed and more let lose.

"You're good at this.", He said and I smiled as he actually complemented me for the first time since we've been in the forced engagement.

"Well I didn't know this was a free Thailand massage parlor.", A female voice broke me and Brandon out of our quiet zone.

Brandon immediately snapped up and got up from his seat.

We both looked at Shelly the bombshelly that stood right in front of us wearing yellow sundress that popped her cleavage out and her semantic lips demanded for attention.

Brandon stood straight not even bothering to look at me.

"What are you doing here?", He asked her straightening himself up.

"I came to see you and invite you but you seemed to be pretty much busy with your junkie.", She laughed nastily at her own words making my cheeks red with embarrassment.

"What do you want?", Brandon cut her off and asked.

"I guessed you're getting married now at any cost to this prude so why don't I throw you a bachelor's party and let you have a night of your life.", She walked towards him and stood right in front of him.

She called me a prude. She f*****g called me a prude! Of course I was no match to her slutty turdiness!

But nothings going to make difference if you only talked to yourself and she vocally humiliated you.

I looked at her and she stood right in front of Brandon, their bodies were almost colliding and her face was only an inch away from his.

"I guessed... I'll give you a night to remember.", She said huskily slightly lifting her dress from her right side and flashing her hip that showed she wore no underwear.

That's an extreme level of sultriness!

"I'll see if I can come.", Brandon said and turned to look at me who still stood with a poker face on. "What are you still doing here? Didn't I already tell you to go?", He almost yelled at me and I shrieked at his behaviour.

Bloody Asshole!

He seemed like a bipolar to hold my hand at first to not to stop giving him a message and then to yell at me to leave.

I felt my anger boiling my blood.

Fuck Shelly! f**k Brandon!

Don't deny you want the second one to happen though!

Shut up!

I mentally yelled at my own self and fumed out.

"Actually you know what?", I stopped as I crossed Brandon and stood facing him.

"I wouldn't like to stay back and watch the a******y between the Mayor and his bimbo.", I announced and walked.

"What the f**k did you just say?", Shelly asked holding down my wrist to stop me.

"Let.go.off.my.hand.", I said emphasising each and every word.

"Or else what huh? What? You prude!", She said boiling my blood again.

I remembered where I'd kept a bottle hidden last night only to mess with Brandon, I shrugged her strong grip off my wrist and went ahead to grab a bottle of wine and opened it and turned around directly splashing it down in Shelly's face.

Brandon stepped back with astonishment at my guts and definitely annoying any splashes on his white shirt.

"Call me prude one more time and I smash the bottle on her head next time!", I said through a warning tone as I placed the bottle down on the table and left behind a fine wine wet, whining and fuming Shelly.

I made my way directly out of the office and went directly downstairs looking for a cab.

"Ma'am please get inside my car.", Darryl spoke appearing in from of me.

"Why should I?", I shrugged my shoulders calling in a taxi that stopped right in front of me.

"Because Mr. Mayor had asked me to assist you towards your home and from now on I'll be your chauffeur.", He said glaring a deadline towards the cab driver who immediately took off.

I simply rolled my eyes and got inside the car with Darryl.

"Take a turn over at the boutique where my dress is. I need to check with the designer.", I told him as I remembered I had a drive to handover to Fel, who'll hand it over to Connor.

"Mr. Mayor said, "No Detours!"", He stated sternly.

I rolled my eyes already having his weak point in my hands, "Didn't Mr. Mayor said, "No Smoking!", Yet your car smells like a brothel of lung cancer to me.", I told him c*****g him a right eyebrow as he finally gave in and took a turn towards the boutique.

I got out of the car and as I walked in I saw an Infinity black SUV standing outside Fel's boutique.

Brandon was already keeping an eye on Fel and most probably Connor.

I simply went inside and went towards Fel's office.

She was sitting in front of her laptop and got up as soon as she saw me.

"Amy! What are you doing here?", She asked looking over me and looked through the blinders outside her office.

"Don't worry. I'm here just to see the progress on my dress.", I stated handing her over the drive.

I leaped her into a hug and slowly whispered in her ear, "Hand it over to Connor.", I stated turning around and finally leaving her with the drive.

It was only a matter of time before everything comes out and I understand why everything was happening around me.

Either I win this or I completely lose.

If I couldn't find anything that I'll jump into an extremely unhealthy situation and get stuck forever.

There will be no way out. This was my only shot!

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Third person P.O.V:

Eric sat straight in his office, working through his laptop.

His entire office was made up of wooden, from the floors to the walls to the tables and the interior pieces. Everything was made of expensing fern wood, that exhibited his power and wealth.

His secretary walked in.

"Sir, there's a parcel delivered for you." She stated placing down a heavy huge box on his table. "Also Sir, your meeting with Carters has been postponed to tomorrow. Which means that I can get an early off if you allow me to?", She tried asking with a sly smile knowing that perhaps her boss would let her go off earlier if she acts good in from of him.

"Yeah sure!", He smiled at her.

It was his game play to act good in front of people that he interacted on daily daily basis, knowing they will never guess their possessive, maniac side.

As soon as she left he looked at the box wrapped in gold with a purple bow placed on top.

Purple! He recognised the color. In Cherwood it was the color for the family of Mayhew, just like every family had.

Just like his family the Piages had designated black and their threat was always designated with the color.

He opened the bow slowly, followed by the box.

Inside the box was a hand, entirely cut off till the wrist.

The ring and the tattoo showed it was the hand of his rookie, Martin. He was his loyal right hand that did all his dirty works.

On the left corner was placed a small note.

"We always pay our debts back with equal respect! The next will be your hand if you didn't stick to your business!

Regards

The Mayhews!"

He ruffled the note with anger in his fist and threw it down.

He then chuckled nastily looking at the box.

His small chuckle turned into a fit of laughter as he pulled out his drawer and pulled a file out of it.

He opened the file and went through the pictures inside it.

Those were the candid pictures of the woman who had stolen his heart, not for love but lust.

He took in a closer picture of her in which she stood wearing a pair of denim shorts and walked out of a shop.

He traced his finger down her body, and rested on her breasts and moved it down to her long legs that looked smooth even in the candid picture.

"You're an amazing woman.", He talked to his own self looking down at the picture psychotically. "You make me do things, I never thought I'd be doing.", He leaned down on her picture.

"Remember what you said to me? Because I do and I'll always remember that. But I hope you remember what I told you because soon I'll make that happen and you'll be screaming and rolling in my bed. Soon.", He laughed at his monstrous idea of ruining the life of an innocent girl who's only mistake was rejecting him once.

His phone rang and he picked it up.

He rolled his eyes as his twin sister, Elizabeth spoke.

"Hey! Although I don't enjoy calling you but here's the thing. Mom thinks that I should take you out at this party I'm going to. Although I know the kind of sociopath you are and you won't go so here we go, I asked you and said no!", She said all in one breath.

"f**k off!", Was the only reply he gave back to his sister.

"Whatever asshat! But it was going to be a good one! It's Brandon's bachelor's party and Shelly told me that she's going to have his prude fiancé and we're so going to show her, her place.", She stated again and that caught Eric's attention.

"Fiancé?", He hated to listen and say that word but he longed to see her as well.

"Yeah, she's going to be there. She's like Brandon's little b***h who does whatever he asks her to.", Elizabeth spoke boredly through the other side of the phone.

Eric's blood boiled at her words but her was rather focused on something else.

"I'll come.", He said taking her sister by surprise.

"What?", She almost shriekd with surprise.

She knew that her brother didn't enjoy going to parties anymore, not after he stepped down focused on the family business which was a Mafia business.

They occupied the dock and smuggled illegal stuff into the town.

But Eric was happy that he was finally going to see her after two years. To finally cherish her beauty and her figure that he longed for from up close. To finally see her right in front of him was his only motive.