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39. Therapeutic

T H E R A P E U T I C C H A I N O F E V E N T S

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Her golden eyes were sparkling dangerously as she stared me down with venom dripping from her lips, her hand clutching tightly onto her luck.

She shook out her fist, squeezing her eyes shut to concentrate on the result that she wanted. With one foul swoop of her hand, she was landed in a place that she didn't want to be.

Her jaw dropped as she stared at me with glistening eyes, "You can't do this to me."

The statement caused a smirk to bloom on my lips at her attitude to something so inconsequential, "I think I can."

Brandy furrowed her eyebrows in a mock angry expression, pushing herself up from the floor with her arms, leaning across the table with a dangerous glare, "You won't get away with this."

Her stature was made much less threatening by the fact that she was wearing baby pink booty shorts and a pyjama shirt with a hedgehog in the middle.

I folded my arms over my chest defensively, doing my best to not look down the shirt that was very loose around her chest. I raised my eyebrows in return to her expression, "It's a hotel on Mayfair. It's already done, sweetheart."

"Well, sweetheart," a small smirk creeped onto her lips, "how about we settle this the old fashioned way instead?"

I cocked an eyebrow curiously, unsure of what she was trying to insinuate over a game of Monopoly, "Gun fight?"

Brandy shrugged nonchalantly, "I was thinking good old sex to pay off my debt, but that works too."

My cheeks immediately flushed at her blatant words, dirty thoughts immediately filling my find at her statement. To leave dark hickeys all over her smooth skin would be an unknown pleasure that I would love to experience even for just a moment.

To feel those taunting lips on mine. Biting at her skin -

"Shut up." I grumbled out, leaning my head down to hide my embarrassment, "Just mortgage all your shit and you can pay me back for your stay."

Brandy immediately pouted at that statement, folding her arms over her chest with a childish huff, "Fuck no. There has to be another option."

I could barely stop the chuckle that wanted to leave my lips at her stature, "Stop flirting with me, Brandy. It won't work. Admit defeat."

"Never!" She announced with vigor.

"Flip the gameboard then."

My testing words begun an unwarranted stare down with no consequence. I wasn't sure what she was trying to prove, making me smirk from ear to ear at her antics.

She blew out a raspberry as she rolled her eyes, losing to me once again, "Let's watch a movie."

In classic Brandy fashion, she forced me to make the choice on which movie we would be watching this time around. I really didn't want films much, so the only title that came to mind was Jurassic Park. I had never thought much of the film, even with as many times as I had been forced to watch it, but with Brandy's head in my lap, happily singing along to the theme, eating snacks like a dinosaur with prey and quoting the movie at any sections she remembered, I was starting to understand what was so good about old JP.