A typical Saturday night. Well as
typical as it could be for a guy like him. He wasn't in a different state about to take the stage for thousands of people. Screaming his name and singing songs as he sung them. Tonight it was low key. Tonight he was hanging out in his newly finished "Man Cave" as he called it. The Dawg House as it was properly called. He was just hanging out with his younger brother a couple of friends. Pool. Video games. Anything to pass the time. Except this time his thoughts were elsewhere.Brantley stood leaned against the wall. Propped up on a pool stick with his phone in his hand as he was scrolling. He just shook his head as he continued talking to himself almost. "Fuck it ya know what! I'm just going to do it!" Yeah.. I'm just gonna do it" He muttered as he put his phone into his back pocket when he realized it was his turn to shoot.
Kolby shook his head rolling his eyes. "Dude would you just shut the hell up? You aren't going to do anything but continue to talk about how your going to do something! Sounding awfully crazy is all I'm sayin". Brantley flipped him off as he took his shot. Not even hearing his phone fall out of his back pocket. Finally his best friend in the entire world since he was 8 finally took his turn to speak. "What the hell are you 2 losers even talking about? Both of you are giving me a headache!" He sighed as he sat down. Looking at the both of them.
Kolby gave him a smirk before he even spoke. "Brantley is rambling about his hot ass divorce attorney. God the woman has an ass that could go on for days.. Praise Jesus." He muttered. Brantley heard him and immediately snapped his eyes towards him. "You shut your fuckin mouth." He muttered as he stepped away from the pool table. Brian caught glimpse of his phone laying on the ground. Just in time he scooped it up. Smirking at Brantley before he began scrolling. "Oh wow! He's even stalking her on Instagram. Oh wow.. Yeah.. She's uh completely out of your league! Don't even try". He smirked pushing the phone into his chest.
Brantley rose an eyebrow. Now he was just flat out annoyed. "Out of my league?! You think she's out of my league?! Boy.. Well I'm gonna love busting your bubble right now! If she's so out of my league! Please tell me how I've been tapping that ass for about 3 months now?" Brian shook his head neither aware that the door had opened and a pair of Christian Loubotin heels were making their way across the concrete floor.
Brian looked at him. "Because your game is so smooth you can sell an igloo in Arizona!" Brantley was about to speak when he finally heard.
"Tapping my ass? That's what your calling it?" Brantley slowly turned around. Looking at the woman center of the discussion.
"Kassidy".
Brian smirked as he looked at the small woman eyeing up the biker. His night just getting better and better. He sat down on the stool beside Kolby. Now the man was ready for a show. Figuring he could easily poke the bear one more time before Brantley sent them all running within the next few minutes.
"Ha! Good thing you called this place the Dawg House considering that's just where you put yourself!" Kolby slapped him in the back of the head. "Dude shut up!"
Kassidy crossed her arms as she looked around the room. Brantley had texted her a few hours ago while she was catching up on some case files. Said he wanted to spend time with her. She had no clue that the man was going to have company. Now she felt like she had just got caught up in a spider web.
"Brantley". She muttered as she looked at him. The two finally making eye contact.
Brantley gave her a quick what the female fans considered a panty dropping smirk. Kassidy just glared back at him. Brantley swallowed. Yup! Indeed Brantley Gilbert had just landed himself in the dog house. Thanks a lot Brian!
Kassidy sighed as she looked around the room again. "I'll go wait for you in the house. Uh.. It was nice uh.. Seeing you guys I guess." She shook her head and walked away.
Yep! He was most indeed in the dog house.
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Laws Of Love
FanfictionHe was just looking for someone good at their job. Making sure he didn't lose everything he had busted his ass to build. What he wasn't expecting was to gain something else in the process.