Taming The Mayor!

The Bachelor's Party!

I reached home, and it was twelve in noon and I was already tired

I made my way towards my room but stopped as I heard a familiar voice speaking on TV.

I went inside the living area and saw Carol and a girl and a boy of her age sitting inside the living area, with their faces turned towards the TV and theirs backs facing me as they watched a conference of Brandon over the TV.

"What are you doing?", I asked.

"We got off from school early, so we decided to crush over the Mayor.", Carol but stopped simultaneously.

"I mean... I know he's going to be your husband and all.", She said rolling her eyes and throwing a facet of spoilness, "But you still don't have the right to control who I crush over and who I don't. Oh BTW, this is Polly and this is Joe.", She pointed at the direction of her two friends that looked at me with gawked expressions.

"You really are the Mayor's fiancé? I mean is it true that he owns the most expensive cars in the world?", Joe asked looking over at me with sparkling and exciting eyes.

"So you're going to marry him? Are you going to live with him in the castle he owns in the clouds and oh! Does he has the pinkish of all ponies, with long silky hair in those castles and he rides it all day long? When he goes on his conquest to save the captured princess in the dragon's dungeon all around the world?", Polly asked.

The kids imagination and innocence made me chuckle.

"Whatever you believe kids.", I smirked their way and made my way inside my room.

It had been a tiring night for me as well.

Soon slumber took over me and I woke up to some one poking my head.

I slapped the hand away but it didn't stop.

"What the f**k?", I mumbled lowly in sleep.

"Ms. Cole... Ms. Cole!", The annoying voice didn't spoke until I finally lifted myself up with my eyes still closed.

"Aghhhhh!", I groaned out with frustration. "What does a human has to do to get some decent sleep in this town? I swear I haven't slept peacefully since the day I've come to this shitty place and got stuck with the Mayor! I swear that man has stolen my sleep!", I said as I placed my head on the backrest. "But not in a good manner!", I interjected again lifting my head still with my eyes closed. "Not in a good manner and his secretary plus his spy... Oh my God she is so annoying...."

I kept on babbling with my eyes still closed.

"Just the get f**k up!", A strong male voice broke my stance as it made me look up at the source and I opened my eyes too see Brandon standing tall above me.

I realized I slept with only my bra and my shorts on and I was out of my duvets up till my waist.

I immediately covered myself and pulled the duvets over my chest.

"Do you not have any respect for someone's privacy?", I yelled at him.

"Get the f**k up and get ready.", He yelled at me fuming with anger.

"What...?", He annoyed me to death and here he was standing tall not even bothered at how uncomfortable I felt.

"I don't like repeating myself. Be downstairs in ten.", He said finally leaving the room and I heaved a sigh as he left.

I realized that Rosita was standing there right besides him, smirking the hell out of her life, annoying me to death.

"Well you better get ready.", She smirked making her way outside the room.

"Oh! And remember it's Mayor's bachelor's party so don't wear your usual.", She pointed her fingers at me as she left out of the room, annoying me even more.

I jumped up and got to my feet wearing my sweat shirt and went directly into my closet.

I picked out an emerald green lace dress which ended in my mid thigh.

I took a quick shower blow dried my hair and looked at the time and I only was left with three minutes to Brandon's watch.

I quickly threw on some makeup and a nude lipstick and wore the dress.

The dress showed an inappropriate level of my cleavage but I rather didn't care and went ahead and wore the dress.

I finally scrambled my heels on and put on the ring.

The damn ring!

I marched downstairs and almost ran past into the car.

I opened the door to the limo and met the same seen as the previous one.

"You're two minutes late.", He hissed at me as I sat down.

"Sorry Adolf!", I added with a bit of prudence.

I heard Jean chuckle as Rosita sat with a straight poker face eyeing me head to toe.

I felt my dress twinged up and I got a little only to slide it down a bit.

"You look amazing.", Jean said making me blush.

"Thanks J!.", I added with a smile.

I looked up at Brandon and he was busy typing something in his phone.

Of course why'd he care to notice?

"Why am I going to this party again?", I asked Jean.

"Because no one's throwing you one and Mr. Mayor's friends have called you out in pity.", Rosita said out bluntly.

"Who the f**k gave you authority to speak to me like that?", I attacked her back taking her off guard as she looked at me with astonishment.

"I was asking J anyways.", I added as her burnt expressions danced on her face.

Brandon looked up at me at my behaviour and I c****d him an eyebrow.

His gaze turned into anger and annoyance.

"What?", I said looking at him with bewilderment. "I'm your fiancé, how come she has the audacity to talk to me like that?", I pointed out defending myself.

I knew that I was playing with Brandon's weak nerve.

"Mr. Mayor... I didn't mean to...", Rosita began but Brandon cut him off.

"Shut up! You have no right to talk to her this way!", Brandon said taking everyone off guard. Rosita's eyes popped at Brandon's sudden reaction.

Even I was astonished as Brandon took my side.

"But... I... I was just...", Rosita began fumbling but Brandon cut her off.

"She's my fiancé, you disrespect her, you disrespect me!", He yelled back at her.

Okay! It's about his ego after all.

I rolled my eyes at his words but a small smile appeared at the corner of my lips knowing that I still won at one at something at least.

The rest of the ride was silent and we finally made our way towards a huge extravaganza home.

It was huge mansion that was already bursting out with music and people.

I felt a knot of anxiety tie around my guts.

I shouldn't have come but also I had no other option!

It's safe for the moment, soon Connor will c***k out the files and I'll find a way out of this mess.

We made our way out of the car and Brandon stood tall above me as I got outside the car.

He held out his arm as he had his face sterned and looking ahead of him.

"So you're offering me your hand while not even bothering to look at me?", I added with a sarcasm.

"Take it or leave!", He said sternly flexing his jaw line showing his anger.

Well... I loved messing with his anger and boiling his blood.

"Fine!", I said walking ahead of him.

He sternly gripped my wrist and made me stop my pace as he entangled his arm in mine and we walked inside.

A gruesome smirk appeared on my face as we made our way inside.

Sometimes, I just win physically if not verbally. But sometimes I do!

The house was huge and bursting with music and drunk people. The lights were dimmed with blue and golden disco lights revolving around the room illuminating drunk dancing people's face after a short while.

A corner was designated for strippers with black poles specially assigned for them, where they stripped and teased horny men who were looking for an opportunity to have with any single piece of breathing v****a.

People just needed to find a way to get drunk I guess. They're always looking to intoxicate themselves with drinks and make the worst decisions of their life whilst they later spill their guts out in some anonymous person's toilet.

"Hey!", A girl's shrilling voice reached out to me and Brandon and Shelly Bombshelly appeared from the crowd.

She wore a pair of small leather blouse that was off shoulder and ended right below her small breast with a pair of a mini skirt of same material ending at the right beginning of her thighs.

"You brought her!", She said smirking as she looked at me.

"I'm so happy that you guys are getting married.", She said smiling my way and I could sense her fakeness

I smiled back with a fake enthusiasm towards her.

She turned around and my smile immediately disappeared. I looked down at the Brandon's hand that Shelly held and took Brandon with her towards her crowd.

"Make yourself comfortable Amy!", She yelled through the crowd taking Brandon alongside her. "I'm going to give your fiancé a good one!", She winked at me smiling through her smudged dark lips.

I rolled my eyes at her and made my way towards the a corner away from the entire crowd.

I stood at a small corner opposite to where Shelly took Brandon. I eyed them every once in a while as Shelly threw herself on Brandon at every single opportunity she got.

"Hi!", A female voice spoke making me look up at her.

Elizabeth!

We wore a yellow dress that had slits on both of her long legs.

"What are you doing here all alone?", She asked eyeing me head to toe.

I looked over at her shoulder and saw Shelly sitting in Brandon's lap.

She followed my gaze and turned back looking at me with a gruesome smirk.

"You should find yourself someone as well! Or else you'll retard your entire night watching a p**n show!", She laughed nastily at her own words making me furrow my eyebrows.

"You know!", She leaned back on a wall and held her glass up to her face making me realise that she was completely drunk. "The night before my engagement, I mean my supposed engagement that didn't happen! Shelly came to me and told me that she'd just came from f*****g Brandon and also that if Brandon and I ever got married she would never let me live in peace.", She chuckled lowly at her own words.

I c****d my eyebrows at her situation and rather felt pity at her situation. She was longing to marry an asshole who didn't care for anyone except his own self and I was being forced into marriage with him whereas I didn't want that.

Everything was a mess.

Elizabeth left realising I had nothing to say to her. But she rather reminded me of her brother.

Eric!

A chill ran down my spine at the mere mention of his memory that rushed into my brain and chilled the life out of me. I still felt his disgusting touch over my body which made me cringe to hell.

"Sad, alone? At a bachelor's party!", I heard a voice and looked up to see Dexter standing right in front of me.

"Well....", I simply shrugged my shoulders.

"He could be an asshole sometimes.", He chuckled making me laugh at his words.

"You guys must be really close.", I asked him, sensing the tone with which he dared to speak to Brandon, no one else did.

"Yeah... Well... That's what I thought.", He laughed at his words and I could sense a hint of sadness in them.

I looked at him cueing him to speak.

"He really doesn't open up to anyone. He actually never had.", He looked at me and I stayed quiet.

He did opened up to me once and all I did was runaway. But I guess that time was okay to be selfish!

"Amy! Please take good care of him. He could be a pain in the ass but he himself, he's... He's hurting... He's hurting from something that he's never told to anyone. Please take good care of him.", He smiled at me and I returned his smile back.

I felt myself on the verge of tears remembering everything Brandon had told me about his family and how his grandfather used to abuse him physically when he was only a kid.

I looked at Brandon and only focused on his sterned face. He wasn't this way. He was more lively and more fun. The Brandon I knew wasn't even in him anymore, he'd hidden him far off somewhere but my circumstances didn't gave me enough time to bring him back.

My gaze roamed away from Brandon and I saw two familiar faces walking around with three guards surrounding them.

Connor and Fel!

I rushed towards them but a guard shielded me by extending his arm towards me.

I looked up and saw Darryl and c****d him an eyebrow as he immediately let me pass by.

"What are you guys doing here?", I asked them.

"We're enjoying!", Fel said with definite sarcasm.

They were dressed in a cheer way to be a part of this party. I looked up at them and their expressions were complete distressed.

"Your boyfriend's really generous enough to send us some clothes and asked us to join his bachelor's party. And also send us some VIP security!", Connor added with more sarcasm.

It was all Brandon's doing! He did it on purpose! He already had them followed and he brought them here only to send me a message of threat and that was to avoid them!

I excused myself from these two and went towards Brandon to confront him.

He was standing near the stripper section were four tall strippers, representing color in skin and clothes stood dancing and touching their bodies, giving boners to drunk men.

Well I couldn't judge them! It's their job!

I went towards the couch where Brandon was seated at. His blazer was off alongside the buttons of his shirt.

Why does she always opened the doorway to the cookie abs? I mean just look at them!

Amy! Focus!

I looked up at his face as Shelly hovered over entire body with both of her legs around his either sides.

She tightly held onto his face as the entire crowd cheered for the two to kissed.

"I guess... You just wasted your money on the strippers there!", I said pointing at the poles as everyone turned to look up at me.

Shelly sat still on Brandon's lap and eyed me with death glare.

I stepped towards her and grabbed Brandon's hand.

"It's time to go! You've had enough fun!", I said making him stand up as Shelly got off him and I bent down to pick his coat up and threw it on his chest.

Shelly held down my wrist by which I had grabbed Brandon's hand, making me stop.

"Let him go!", She said sternly and I looked up at Brandon who had lipstick smudged all over his face.

I stepped near him and sniffed him deeply.

"How much have you had to drink in less than an hour? You smell like a bar to me!", I yelled at him smelling the strong intoxicating alcohol off his body.

"Shut up!", He said out loud making my jaw drop. "Don't spoil my mood!", He said pushing me aside and went ahead to sit back at the couch.

"f**k off!", Shelly said to me as she went back sitting on Brandons lap, facing him with both of her legs at both of his sides.

That's it!

My blood boiled to an extreme level.

She needs to be put in place for once and for all!

Brandon gulped down another glass if his drink that he was intoxicating his system on.

I went ahead and pushed Shelly off Brandon as she fell directly on the floor and I grabbed Brandon's hand before he could drink anymore.

"How the f**k did you dare?", He asked shooting me a death glare.

"I dared because you're acting like an indolence i***t and drinking without caring about the consequences.", I yelled at him and pulled him up.

He got up silently and I shoved his coat back at his chest.

Luckily he didn't argue anymore and I took him away from the suffocating cheap corner and took him towards the pool area.

It was silent and quiet as I brought him there.

I made him sit down near an isolated corner couch.

I sat right next to him and heaved a huge sigh of relief.

"You could really be a pain in the ass.", I chuckled looking over at him as I saw him staring right in front of him in the pool.

"You shouldn't have left!", He spoke looking straight ahead of him.

I could sense a tinge in my heart at his words.

"I didn't had an option.", I said through a low cracked voice.

"But you did left!", He said looking into a void in front of him.

"Do you hate me for that?", I asked looking at him as his jaw clenched.

He chuckled coldly at my words.

"Hate is small word to define what I feel for you.", He said still looking in front of him.

I looked ahead to not to have the stamina in my heart to look at him anymore.

I felt myself breaking on the verge of tears.

We sat quiet and still. I didn't know what else to say to him as I stared blankly in from of me inside the clear pool.

I looked over at Brandon and he was already looking at me.

His eyes didn't hold rage, anger or hate for me but instead he just simply stared at me.

"I missed you.", I blurted out without helping myself to control my tongue.

Perhaps I wanted to tell him that and perhaps a part of my heart knew that he may or may not remember my words but I just wanted to let it out in from of him.

"Then why didn't you come back?", He asked still looking directly into my eyes.

"I don't know... I guess... I was just scared.", I sniffed looking down and once I shifted my gaze up I saw Brandon still looking at me as his gaze shifted down to my lips.

He leaned in closely and I closed my eyes. I wasn't backing off and neither was he.

I kept my eyes closed until I felt his hand on my face and his lips softly brushing against mine.

His kiss was gentle and I felt an electric current generating my entire impulse with a wave of excitement.

My heart started beating in an organised fashion and my heart skipped millions of beats per second.

His lips brushed gently in a rhythm and I didn't held myself back and returned back his kiss with an equal pay. I held on to his face and leaned in as I kissed him back.

I moved my lips against his. He gently held onto my lower lip as he sucked it slowly, demanding for more entrance, I opened and he let his tongue endeavour the inside of my mouth.

He roamed his hand from my face to my waist and pulled me over him as I slid myself up into his lap sitting with both my legs on his each side.

I threw my hands around his neck and his face, pulling him more inside me. He deepened the kiss with more passion as he held my waist and pulled me more towards him.

I felt him getting hard under me as he moved my hips through his hands and I moved my body rhythmically over his.

He didn't let my mouth go, for even a second and lingered upon my lips as he traced his tongue inside the contours of my mouth.

I let him taste me as his intoxicated self tasted me.

He moved my face away to catch breath and we both sat still with our foreheads touching and our noses brushing against each other.

"This could've been it.", Brandon whispered lowly through small breaths.

We both left out of breath as we heaved our chests, with strong beating hearts.

"But you ran away!", He said taking his hands off my waist, cueing me to step away from him.

I got off him and stood straight still bewildered at his words.

I rather felt a ting of pain and sorrow rushing inside me.

My chest felt heavy with sorrow that built up inside me.

Brandon sat still with his elbows on his knees and his head perched down. He started laughing making me look at him with bewilderment.

"You know... Actually I'm glad you ran away.", He said making me look down at his intoxicated self.

He lifted his head and met my eyes.

There was nothing but anger and hatred filled for me.

"At least I found out the kind of woman you were. You're never really the kind to stay, you still look for chances to run away but not this time.", He good up and started pacing towards me and I paced myself back taking one step backwards with each step he took towards me.

"This time, I am going to make sure that you end up at the altar because if you don't, you have no idea what I'm going to do to make your entire crappy little family suffer and you know when I say something I mean it.", He took steps towards me and paced back until my feet met the edge of the pool and I felt myself tripping but Brandon caught my hand before I could've fallen down inside the pool.

He pulled me towards himself and held my arm tightly. I felt my skin blistering as his nails dug deep inside my arm.

"I don't have an option to kill you but I'll make sure you suffer and make you wish you could've died. With this marriage I promise you. You're going to wish to be dead instead.", He hissed right at my face as he pushed me and I landed right back at the couch.

I felt anger, pain, sorrow and a gush of feelings rushing right into my veins.

He could kiss me moments ago and then tell me he wants me to die. For a moment I felt his heartbeat but right now I feel he doesn't even have a heart.

"You know why I ran away?", I spatted back still my back towards him as I sat with my hands supporting my weight on the couch.

I sensed Brandon turn and move towards me as his shadow hovered me.

"Because I realised the kind of man you were. You were always going to hurt me. I regretted being selfish but now I'm glad that I became selfish!", I spatted right back at him not caring about the consequences of my words.

I felt Brandon lower his face towards my body.

His lips touched my ear as a feeling of self fear and horror rushed inside me.

"Good! So now you'll know what to expect when I torture the life out of you.", He lowly whispered into my ear as he straightened himself and walked out.

I felt a tear escape down my eyes.

When I said those words I wished that I was wrong. I wanted Brandon to prove me wrong and I can't even deny that. A huge part of me wanted to let him know that I still cared for him.

But I guess we both were adamant at proving each other right.

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Third Person P.O.V:

Eric sat in his study, as the only light that illuminated it was the one that came from the window.

He rotated the glass in his hands and looked down keenly at the vodka that subdued in his hands.

"What haven't I done to deserve you?", He spoke looking down at the photo of the girl who've he had lusted for life.

He moved his glass ahead and poured his drink down tracing the picture as he spilled the drink on her entire body.

She stood at peace looking right at the camera as she posed wearing a white sun dress and smiling vividly.

He held the glass tightly in his hands, with so much anger clouding his brain that he broke the glass in his hands.

He let the broken pieces make their cuts on his palm. He wasn't effected by the wounds or the scars because he was already used to of them since childhood.

"You kissed him.", He said looking down at her picture with hatred and lust.

Now he didn't only wanted her body but he wanted her soul. He wanted to capture her, punish her and f**k her good as he thought she deserved it.

He moved his bloodied hand over her picture marking blood all over her face in the photograph.

He couldn't take his mind off the view he saw in front of him moments ago.

He went to the party and kept an eye on her constantly. He wanted to go and talk to her and have good view of her exposed cleavage but he sticked to the plan and knew that he was going to have her one way or another anyways.

He even followed her when she took Brandon outside towards the pool.

But his anger boiled when the two kissed. He wanted to shoot and kill the bastard who held her and tasted her lips but he also controlled as he had a long invested plan for that as well.

He poured himself another drink and gulped it down.

"You see.... The fruit always have bad consequences but it also tastes really good. And you're going to be my fruit as sooner or later I will taste you.", He chuckled at his own thoughts.

He was frustrated as he couldn't have her yet he was keeping himself sane until now.