Forbidden

Chapter Eleven

After my last encounter with Brandon, I decided it was for the best that I avoided him for a few weeks. wow, I seem to avoid him a lot, though he deserved it. But, it gave me the opportunity to become closer to a lot of other people in the meantime. 

Amanda and I texted a few times but we never decided to meet up during the weekends for some unknown reason. 

So, I was extremely bored. Even though I lived in a beautiful mansion filled with expensive merchandise that I've never seen before, I still didn't find anything productive to do. I was a social butterfly, not a loner who was caged up in a mansion.

I needed to get out. 

But, as the weeks progressed, I witnessed dozens of girls run-literally run out of Brandon's bedroom in a hurry after spending the night, seemingly pissed and frustrated as they slammed the front door shut behind them and swore they'd never text him back again.

But they all did eventually which was the funny part about it all. 

It was just a matter of time until they all shyly knocked on the front door, one by one, and asked if they could see Brandon. He just shook them off and slammed the door shut in all their faces, and then swiftly trotted back upstairs to his room as if he had just politely rejected someone's artwork that he wasn't interested in. 

I scoffed, chuckling at each and every girl that walked out, then returned in the past few weeks. How could these girls fall for this? He's a player and that's all he ever will be. I'm glad that I never slept with him. It wasn't worth it and I'd end up just like the rest. I'd be running out the door too if I had made that mistake.

As I was putting on a lacy red bra and bright green underwear because I couldn't be bothered to match, Brandon slightly opened my bedroom door but I didn't hide or turn away in embarrassment from being seen in almost no clothing. I'd seen him naked anyway and he's seen me drenched in nothing but my underwear before by the pool late at night before. I just didn't care. He leaned back against the doorway, clearly enjoying the view as I clipped it on around the back.

''Have somewhere to be?'' I smugly asked as I grabbed and slid a tight black dress over my slim figure. As I straightened it in the mirror, I turned to Brandon who was caught checking me out. I shivered, suddenly feeling the need to put on a jacket to cover myself from his intense grey eyed gaze. Without a response, he slowly walked over towards me and intruded into my personal space.

''Get out.'' I softly demanded, pointing towards the door.

''You don't want me too.'' He grinned.

''Stop,'' I stared, wide eyed. ''Don't do this, Brandon.''

''Why not?''

''Because we—''

''Is everything okay in here?'' Katherine asked, looking between Brandon and I as she stood in the doorway. We both glanced back and Brandon stepped back an inch from me. Yeah way to not make it obvious, I sarcastically thought to myself.

''Yeah, everything's fine mom. I was just asking if Lacey had eaten today. Valerie has been on her case about it lately, so I guess I'll just leave you two to talk.'' He calmly replied as he walked out of the room, leaving Katherine and I alone. Asshole. But, I have to admit that players were great liars. That explains Brandon then I guess. But he didn't have to throw me under the bus from telling Katherine how much I eat. Ugh. 

''How is everything?'' She curiously asked as she sat down on my bed, crossing her legs like a real lady would.

''Its fine. I'm doing a lot better than when I first got here.'' I nodded, glancing back at the mirror to see if the dress had fitted me properly. I did look great. My long brown curls fell past my shoulders and the short dress complemented my curves. I looked kind of... hot.