Kitten

Chapter Nineteen

Denim

Brandy's been laying in my bed for the past few hours and all I've done is watch her sleep peacefully. Anytime she moved or made the slightest noise, I caught myself jumping up to check on her. I had Kristine change Brandy from her clothes and into something more comfortable. I thought it was adorable how tiny she looked wearing one of my shirts, it was like an oversized dress.

A gentle knock on the bedroom door turned my attention to Kristine walking quietly with a tray of food. "Oh. I thought she'd be up by now. I brought something light for her to eat."

"You can place it down," I say indicating to the coffee table. "I don't think she'll up be up for another few hours."

"You should let her rest. Go do something besides watching her sleep." Kristine says. "It's kinda creepy of you to do that."

"What if she needs something?"

"As I said to you before, her temperature is 106, anything higher she is going to need medical care-"

"-you know I can't bring her to the hospital. The public can't see us together. It'll be bad for my image."

Kristine raises an eyebrow as she crosses her arms. "That girl is sick and you're worried about the paparazzi seeing the both of you together? If you are trying to pursue a relationship with Brandy then get use to the idea of being seen with her in public."

"No one ever said anything about a relationship."

Walking away laughing, Kristine stops at the top of the stairs. "You were watching her sleep." She smirks.

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Another few hours passed and Brandy still slept quietly in my bed. Trying to keep myself occupied with work, I always found myself going back and forth checking on her. Each time hoping her blue eyes will flutter open.

Night eventually rolled around. Maybe I should wake her up. Sitting in my home gym, I stared down at my phone. Madison blowing up my phone. Answering her call, I rubbed the side of my head. "Madison-"

"You missed the fitting! You promised you'd be there." She shouts. I can hear her slam her car door shut.

I didn't forget. I just did not want to go. "Damn. I'm sorry. I forgot. Work-"

"-I don't care! I'm outside. Tell your security to let me in." She hangs up the call.

I checked the time. 10:52.

Grabbing my towel, I tossed it over my shoulder. "Kristine!" I called out. "Kristine!"

A door shuts and the sound of light jogging echos down the hall. "Denim your crazy girlfriend pushed her way in." She exclaims a little out of breath.

"Denim! Where are you? Didn't I tell you to fire that horrible woman? She wouldn't let me in." Madison shouts.

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for trying Kristine. I'll take it from here."

She nods hesitantly. "I should stay in case your little guest wakes up."

She's right. If Madison sees Brandy, I don't know what she would do. "Fine. Just stay in the room with her. And if she wakes up let me know immediately."

Kristine turns and walks away as Madison draws closer. Picking up her tray, she makes her upstairs. "Who's upstairs?" Madison questions. She follows Kristine with her eyes, frowning. "Another woman? Who is she?"

I held onto her arm, gently. "No one."

"Then who is she bringing food for? Huh."

"It's for me. I wasn't planning on having you over."

She turns her head. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's late and I have an early morning. Goodnight Madison. I'll make sure my security will escort you back to your car."

"No! I want to see who you have hiding upstairs!" She's paranoid. "And don't touch me! You're all gross and sweaty."

"Hey! Don't you trust me!"

Madison stops and turns around. "...not anymore."

"Maddy." I pulled her back. Her hands are placed on my chest she tries to push herself back. "Stop," I tell her. "There is no one upstairs. You have to trust me if you and I are together."

She laughs a little. "Oh, now we're together?"

"...we do this Madison. We fight, break up, but you know that we'll always come back together." I move a piece of her hair away from her face.

"I-I...No!" Madison pushes herself away. She picks up her bag. "I can't keep doing this! I need to know-I have to know that you and I are official. That there is no one else, but me."

I looked her up and down. It's hard to take her seriously. Any minor inconvenience in our so-called relationship she jumps into the arms of another man. She ignores the thought that she will be running to me with open arms begging for a second chance.

"I've said it before and I'll keep saying it. Your assistant...has to go. She showed up out of nowhere and has ruined everything has touched."

I nod. "Yeah. I'll fire her."

Fuck.

Brandy

One minute I was at the restaurant barely able to keep my eyes open then the next I'm in an extremely comfortable bed in someone else's clothes. Slowly sitting up, I felt a little better just hungry.

"Oh! You're awake!" Rushing to my side, she touches my forehead with the back of her hand. "You're still running a bit of a fever."

Who is she?

"You must be hungry." She turns and picks up a tray. "A classic favourite, chicken noodle." My stomach growled at the smell of it.

As much as attempting to keep some food down, I shook my head. I'm too focused on trying to figure out where the hell I am and who she is.

"Kristine, is she awake yet?" Knocking on the door.

Kristine turns her head with a smile towards the door. "I had to banish him from the room. He wouldn't stop worrying about you."

Sitting up, Kristine places the tray on the side table next to me. "Kristine!" Pounding at the door, jiggling at the doorknob.

"I locked it too!" She whispers. Going over to the door, she opens it. "She just woke up."

Quietly exiting the room, Kristine gently shuts the door behind her.

"Brandy."

In walks, Mr. Lockwood, coming over to my side. "How are you feeling?" He looks at me concerned.

I just nod. "I'm alright."

He laughs. "You know passed out in my arms at the restaurant and you've been sleeping ever since."

I frowned. "Oh. I'm sorry. I must have been too much trouble. I-I didn't mean to."

I felt my face turn red out of embarrassment. Unsure of what possibly happened, I knew I probably made things very inconvenient for him. "It's fine. You were with me. Of course, I was going to take care of you."

I smiled a little. That's really nice of Mr. Lockwood to say, but I wonder how much of that is true. "Now I need you to get in the bed." I didn't even realize that he had wrapped his arm around my waist to keep me upright.

I didn't eat as much as I wanted to, it was a little too hard to keep everything down. I took small bites which made Mr. Lockwood worry about me, again. The only good part about this awkward situation, he stayed up with me for the majority of the night. I even convinced him to watch a chick-flick with me. I could tell that he didn't care much for it as he kept his eyes on me most of the time.

"...mmm, Brandy." He mutters rolling over. This time Denim wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in closer. He nuzzles his head into my neck planting a few small kisses.