Chapter 16 : Mr. Annoyed

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What are you doing? flashes on my phone screen. It's been almost an hour since Braden left and Brooke and I ordered a pizza. I actually have a bit trouble breathing at how much I ate, but, well ... I really love pizza. Let that be my excuse.

Pigging myself out with the pizza ... & watchin a rlly hot scene with a rlly hot guy. Yum. ;)

I can't help but tease Braden. I hope he knows I'm only joking around because Brooke and I are watching San Andreas and it's keeping me interested enough to not fall asleep. It's actually a really good movie.

Braden texts me back a few minutes later. That's not even remotely funny to me, Rory.

I don't know how can a person sound angry through the text, but I swear I felt the anger and the jealousy through the text alone. I bite my lip.

Jealous? I type back with a smile.

He responds with, Extremely. Wish I was there. To cuddle with you.

Oh, my. My heart stops in my chest and then starts beating so fast I fear it might flee out of my chest. Jesus, I can't keep up with Braden. I'll get a heart attack once because of him, no joke.

I wish that too :( I send him, purposefully adding a sad smiley.

His response doesn't come that fast, not that I expect it to. I'm actually more surprised when he answers me quickly, seeming at how busy he is all the time.

''He hasn't been gone for a full hour and he's already texting you?'' Brooke says with a pure disbelief written on her face.

I shrug at her and grin sheepishly. ''I'm not complaining.''

Brooke rolls her eyes and throws a pillow over her face, groaning in it. I narrow my eyes at her. ''Don't be a hater,'' I say, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

Brooke chuckles, throwing a pillow at my grim face. ''I'm not!'' she exclaims on a giggle. ''But, Jesus Christ, you two really can't go without each other a full day, huh?'' I know she's only teasing and I know she's happy for both of us, so I don't take her words too personally.

I shrug, looking down. I play with the blanket as a small smile falls on my face. ''I can say for myself that I can't, no.'' And I don't even feel any shame admitting that. Yes, I'm in love. Yes, I want to spend every damn second with the man I love. So sue me.

Brooke huffs. ''Only for yourself, Rory? Like Braden could go a day without you?'' Her tone is ridiculous, a clear sign that she can't believe I'd think something like that.

I still stare down at the blanket, blinking at it. ''He might,'' I say carefully. I don't know why I say that or if I even think that. I don't really know anything. I know his feelings for me and his actions clearly prove that he's insanely happy when I'm near him, but he's still so very closed-off that I wonder if I'll ever learn to read him fully and get used to him in that way.

''Are you even hearing yourself now?'' Brooke cries out. When I lift my head she's looking at me like she sees me for the first time. ''Can you believe me if I tell you that Braden never acted that way over any woman? Not even Victoria, for God's sake!'' She shakes her head at me and lowers her voice down. ''Rory, he's head over heels in love with you. Don't doubt his feelings for you, because they clearly run deep.''

I purse my lips and stare at Brooke, not even blinking. I trust her words, of course. She knows him way better and she knows him since they were little. And her saying that fills me up with so much love and warmness I fear my chest is going to explode. ''Well, then,'' I awkwardly say. ''This is really nice to hear,'' I confess.

''It's the truth,'' Brooke says softly. I smile at her in gratitude.

My phone indicates me I get another text and I open it immediately.

I have a request.

My eyebrows draw together.

Anything, I type back. And I mean it. I'd do anything for him – whatever he asked for, I'd do it.

I'm waiting for that text, impatient. I worry my bottom lip with my teeth and bounce my leg up and down in expectation as to what is Braden going to ask from me. The text shows on my phone and I almost drop it from my hands.

Move in with me.

I stare down at the text, my heart racing fast against my ribcage.

Oh, my god.

I know he asked me to move in with him yesterday, but I didn't think he was serious. God. I do want to move in with him, I really do. But I have my doubts and fears, still, and I don't think I'm ready to leave that comfort yet.

I sigh, battling with myself. I doubt he'll give up easily if he truly wants this. He can be quite persistent if he wants to and there's no doubt I'll be living with him soon.

We'll see

I send him and put the phone down, my wide eyes staring straight forward, but not seeing anything, my chest expanded. My body is fighting a battle as to why I should move in with Braden and then my mind lists the reasons why I shouldn't.

I rub my eyes and massage my temples. I can't think right now, I can't decide so fast. I need some time because this is not a decision you should make on an impulse.

So I continue watching the movie without seeing much.

***

I stir awake as I'm being lifted and moved away. I don't manage to fully wake up, I only sense a warm, hard body cradling me close.

''Braden,'' I mumble, not even trying to open my eyes.

''Shh,'' comes the soothing, familiar voice in a whisper. ''I'm here, baby.'' He kisses my temple and I sigh in content, putting my head on his chest and nuzzle into him.

I let out a protesting sound when he lays me down on the bed and I lose the warmth of him. I lift my arms up to let him know that he should come back to me. I hear the clothes rustle and the longer I don't touch him, more restless I become, moaning out in protest.

I feel him then, tugging at my clothes. I let him and my body calms down at his familiar touch, my arms stay stretched out in front of me for him, regardless.

When I feel him undress me, leaving me only in my underwear, I feel the bed dip and he places his hands on my hands, putting them on his chest and he hugs me close to his body. I sigh again and nuzzle into his warm, comfortable body, wrapping myself around him completely.

I feel him kiss the top of my head before I fall back into deep slumber.

***

The morning comes all too soon and the ringing of my phone makes me sit up in bed with fright. I blink a few times to clear my sight and see that it's already a day outside.

I grab the ringing phone in my hand and see Braden's name written on the screen. I don't hesitate to answer it. ''Hey, Braden,'' I greet him. My voice is low and still groggy from the sleep.

''Good morning, Rory. I'm sorry if I woke you up,'' his smooth, deep voice greets me back, making me close my eyes and lean my head back on the headboard.

He's forgiven instantly, of course, because if his voice is the first thing I get to hear in the morning, I can wake up at 5 am even I have to. ''Don't be. Is everything alright?'' I ask, now on alert and fully awake.

''Yes, yes,'' he rushes out. ''I have a request,'' he says deeply.

My heart stops completely and the air sticks in my throat. ''Braden ...'' I warn him, not prepared to have this conversation so soon after I just woke up.

''No, not like the one I made yesterday. Well, that request still stands, of course, and we still need to discuss it. But I think I forgot some important documents on the living room table last night and I need them delivered here as soon as possible. Could you bring them to me?''

My heart calms down and starts beating at a normal pace again and I can fully breathe. ''Yes, of course,'' I say softly. ''Where do I bring them, though?'' I'm actually ashamed of not knowing the exact address of Braden's firm.

''My driver will be waiting for you to take you here. He knows where to.''

''Okay. I'll just dress and grab something to eat and then I'll come,'' I tell him, already standing up.

''Thank you,'' Braden breathes and I can hear breath leave his mouth. I guess these documents are really important to him.

I take a quick shower and comb my hair back so they're not falling over my face and then apply a minimal of makeup, just to not look like a pure disaster, walking into Braden's fancy firm.

I give more thought into clothes, though, picking out my pencil skirt and a white blouse with high heels. That should do. I grab a bagel from the kitchen and Braden's documents from the table, my purse and my coat and eat the bagel while I walk down the stairs.

I smile as I see Jeff standing by the car, but then I feel kind of bad, thinking he had to wait for me in this cold.

''Hey, Jeff. I hope you didn't have to wait for me too long,'' I tell him apologetically.

Jeff nods at me, opening the door. ''Hello, Miss Warren. I didn't wait for that long, no.''

I smile at him again as I slide in the car onto the comfortable seats and a warm car. Jeff comes into the car and we take off, manoeuvring through the New Jersey's streets and I'm thankful that there are not that many cars on them so it doesn't take us that much time to arrive at our destination.

I keep my eyes focused on where we're going, of course, and when we stop at a sky high building my eyes almost bug out. ''This is where Braden works?'' I breathe out in astonishment, my head leaning all the way back so I can see the top of the building from the car window.

Jeff nods. ''That's his company, yes,'' he confirms.

I swallow nervously. I don't know when I'll accept who Braden is and how much money he truly has. ''Thank you,'' I tell Jeff and step out of the car, tightly holding my purse and Braden's documents in my hand. I subconsciously straighten my clothes and I shiver as I step out in the cold, crisp winter air. I wrap the coat tighter around me.

I go into the magnificent building that intimidates the town and stands out upon other buildings around. When I come in, a warm air hits my cheeks and my bare legs and a silence and peace greet me.

I go to the counter where a woman is seated behind, wearing a head mic, her lips moving at a high speed, her eyes never leaving her computer screen. I wait for her to acknowledge me, taking that time to look around the huge area. Everything is very polished and very masculine. There are windows from floor to ceiling around, making the place look bright. There are a few flowers, but nothing that stands out too much.

When the woman still doesn't look at me, I make myself present. ''Excuse me.'' She briefly glances at me, looking me up and down. She tells the person that she was speaking so animatedly to hold up a second.

''Can I help you?'' Her tone is crisp, in a full business mode. She looks really young. She wears minimal makeup and has her dirty blonde hair pulled up in a tight bun. She wears a white blouse with a black jacket over it, not wearing any piece of jewellery.

''Yes, hello. I'm here to take these documents to Braden.'' I wave the papers I have in my hand to show her.

The woman looks at her computer again and then down at the notepad. ''He's not expecting anyone,'' she tells me in a perfectly even tone of hers.

''Well, he called me about half an hour ago that he forgot these documents and if I can deliver them to him.''

The woman looks at me sceptically. ''Uh-huh,'' she says. ''May I ask for your name?''

''Rory Warren.''

She looks at her computer again, clicking through the pages. And then lists through the notepad. ''He's not expecting you,'' she tells me one more time.

I put my hands on the counter and lean a bit on it. ''I'm his girlfriend,'' I tell her. I don't know why, but I guess I thought she'd let me up.

The woman sighs and stops browsing through her notepad. ''Get in the line, honey. I've heard that before.''

I guess there's no letting me up. ''Excuse me?'' I ask, shocked. I shake my head. ''No, it's not what you think. Just call him and –''

''Please, Ms Warren, you should leave before making a scene and a total fool out of yourself.''

My mouth hangs open. ''Wha—no, can you call Braden, please?''

''He is to not be disturbed. I'm sorry,'' she says in a clipped tone, not sorry at all.

''Okay. Then I'll call him,'' I tell her, a little frustrated. I take the phone out of my purse and dial Braden's number. It doesn't take long for him to pick up and I cut straight to the business. ''I'm downstairs and they don't let me up.''

Braden groans. ''Wait a second. I'll be right down.'' And he hangs up.

I cross my arms in front of my chest, the woman is already typing furiously on the computer, completely unbothered.

One of the elevators pings and Braden strolls out in all his glory and powerfulness. My lips get dry, looking at him coming towards me like a storm, his eyes blazing. He comes stand by my side, gripping my elbow, and placing a kiss on my temple. Then, he turns to the woman behind the counter who's now standing up, staring at us with wide eyes. ''You're fired,'' Braden says to her with no emotion at all.

The woman's eyes widen and they get teary. I stand there with my mouth hanging open, staring at Braden like he's lost his damn head.

''I want your desk cleared when I come back down,'' he tells the poor woman who's on the verge of losing it. ''Follow me,'' he says to me and starts walking away.

''Oh, my God,'' I say as the shock disappears from my body. I turn to the woman. ''You're not fired. Jesus,'' I say in exasperation, running after Braden in my high heels. ''Braden!'' I call after him, but he doesn't stop. ''Damn you!'' I go into the elevator behind him.

When I'm about to open my mouth, he puts a finger over it. ''Not a word, Rory,'' he says.

I blink at him. Once. Twice. ''What?'' I ask him. I shake my head. ''What?'' I repeat, this time louder, putting my hands on my hips.

The elevator door opens and he walks out before me. He's like a hurricane on legs, but that doesn't stop me. ''You are in no way going to speak to me like that, Braden!'' I rage at his back, completely oblivious to the people giving us secretive glances.

He leads us to his office, not saying a word back to me. He closes the door and I attack him again. ''Are you insane? You can't fire her!''

''I can. And I damn will,'' he throws back at me.

''No, you bloody well won't! She was doing her job. You pay her for that, remember?'' I don't know why I'm so angry over this, but I don't want that poor woman to lose her job. It's not her fault and I don't hold any grudge toward her. She was doing her job and I understand that.

''Doing her job, Rory? It's not her job to disrespect my girlfriend!'' Braden says loudly, his body all tense.

''You're a bit overreacting, don't you think?'' I ask him, my tone hinting on sarcasm.

I'm pushed against the door in merely seconds, Braden's body pressed against mine, his hands having mine pressed up, back against the door. All air leaves my body.

''Overreacting, huh?'' he says lowly, putting his leg between my legs, forcing them apart. He closes his mouth over my jaw, slowly biting on it.

''Braden, what are you doing?'' I ask, a bit uncomfortable at the place he chose to show me his affection.

He grips my wrists in one hand, his other travelling down my body, settling on my hip where he squeezes. ''If I want to fire someone because they're disrespecting you, I will, Rory.'' He gazes deeply into my eyes. ''They don't have any right speaking to you like that.''

I gasp. ''Brad—'' he doesn't let me finish, putting his lips on mine in a hard, demanding kiss. He presses his body tighter against mine, angling my head with his hand to the position he wants it while he dominates my mouth with his tongue.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his head closer to me, kissing him back fiercely, rubbing against him.

He starts tugging at my coat, trying to open the buttons. I let him and when he opens it, pushing it on the floor, his hands go directly on my butt, squeezing it, before he goes lower, putting his palms on my thighs.

He breaks the kiss, looking down at my body and I see his eyes widen. ''God, you're so sexy, you're going to make me lose my mind.'' His hands travel back up, bringing my skirt up with him, his hands placing on my butt again.

I put my hands on his forearms, searching for that little common sense that's left inside of me. ''Braden, we're in your office. We can't.''

He looks at me seriously, lifting an eyebrow. ''Says who?''

It's hard not to roll my eyes at him. ''I only brought you the documents ...'' I try to lift them to show them to him, but I frown when I notice my hands are empty. I look on the floor and see I dropped the documents on the floor in the thick haze of lust Braden put me in. I gasp as Braden lifts me up and I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his torso. ''Wait, no, they're –''

Braden latches his lips on my neck, sucking gently. ''I couldn't care less about those documents, Rory,'' Braden says, his teeth grazing against my neck softly as he speaks, his lips brushing against my skin, making my eyes roll back in pleasure. He stares deeply into my eyes as he starts walking. ''My driver could deliver them here. Alone. But I missed you and I wanted to see you.'' He grins like a small boy who's been caught doing something naughty.

The strings pull at my heart as his words settle in my brain. I don't know what to reply him so instead of using words, I lean down and kiss him, transferring my feelings that can't be put into words into the kiss alone, kissing him tenderly and passionately with a purpose and need.

Braden returns the kiss with as much excitement as me, his hold on my butt getting tighter. He puts me down on the desk, not even once breaking our kiss.

My legs lock behind his back, pulling him even closer to me. I feel his erection pressing directly at my wet centre through his slacks, making me grin against him. He groans in my mouth, his hands start tugging at my blouse.

He gets frustrated and pulls at the material, ripping it so the buttons go flying on the floor. I gasp into his mouth in surprise and disbelief at what he did but is soon replaced with something else – something more pleasurable, when he pushes my bra down enough to expose my breasts to the air and his lips extract from my lips, finding my breasts as a new prize.

His lips suck on my perked nipple, his other hand being pressed on my other breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. I arch my back, pressing into his touch, moaning loudly, calling out his name.

''Yes,'' Braden hisses. ''I want to hear you,'' comes his demand.

He's back on my lips again, his mouth moving with a demand and possessiveness. My breathing speeds up as his hand disappears from my breast and I feel it on my thighs, hitching higher, but not reaching the goal. He teases me by rubbing my thigh up and down, his warm palm against my hot skin.

I mewl as his fingers softly graze the outside of my drenched panties. His touch is light, a feather-like but my senses are so high that I feel every small touch of him, sense every movement he makes. My senses are focused entirely on him.

Suddenly, his hands tug the thin material of my panties apart, ripping them. My breathing stops and then comes out in ragged breaths, my pussy throbbing with the need of him to touch it, to do something to

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