Smoke Break

Chapter 1

Louise

I woke up terrified, my body covered in sweat. I had the same reoccurring dream last night. I had been captured and found guilty for the murder of my ex-boyfriend Krick. Attempting to sit up I gave up quickly, my lower body hurt like I had done a hundred sit ups in a period of time and I had barely any memory of the last few hours.

Rubbing my eyes gently I noticed something odd. I laid in white, soft  sheets in bed that was most definetly not the shack I had built in an alley way. Rolling over I found myself facing the back of a strange man. Gasping, I sat straight up ignoring the pain and finally looked at my surroundings. The room, a bedroom, I was sheer white. There were large windows that took up an entire wall giving me the view of the strip in Las Vegas. Two other doors led to unknown other rooms and I laid in a kind sized, black 4 poster bed with, of course it had to fit the theme, sheer white sheets.

Laying back down on a soft fluffy pillow I tried to gather my thoughts.

So far I've noted that I'm in a strange room with a strange man who so far I've only seen the back of his head. Suddenly I felt an arm wrap around my waist and pull me close. I was face to face with the man, his naked body pressed against mine. Our faces were inches apart as his eyes opened slightly and a small smile spread across his face.

"Well hello gorgeous, it's been a while since I've woken up with a girl next to me, they usually leave," he chuckled kissing me on the cheek and sitting up to stretch.

He had heavily tattooed arms and a nice muscular body. The thin sheets landed just under his torso but I could clearly see the outline of his 'man parts' through them.

"You were great last night Lousie," the man smirked getting out of bed as I got a nice look of his ass.

"How do you know my name?" I asked him shakily pulling the sheets up higher as the turned around now wearing boxers and a T1shirt that he must've gotten off the ground.

"Don't you remember sweetie? Don't you remember any of last night?" He smirked devilishly walking through one of the doors which I presumed was the bathroom.

Concentrating hard I tried to remember last night but it was mostly fuzzy.

"W-who are you?" I asked him nervously as he walked back in the room.

"Wow I'm surprised you don't remember, you were screaming it all night," he chuckled leaning down and kissing my neck.

"Well hello doll, I'm Brendon, what's your name?" A handsome man asked me taking a swig of his scotch. I was already very tipsy so I giggled twirling a piece of my blonde hair as I attempted to flirt or look sexy.

"My names Louise," I winked

So apparently I must've been very drunk because I am not the kind of person to forget stuff that happened in the last 24 hours. Especially if it included ending up in bed with another man.

I haven't had sex since I got pregnant with Joshua, and then it was too complicated with the murder and being on the run afterwa-wait. JOSHUA

"Oh my god Joshua!" I exclaimed throwing the sheets off of me not caring that Brendon was standing right there. He had already seen me last night. Slipping on my bra and underwear I looked over at Brendon as he cocked his head in confusion.

"Joshua? Your boyfriend?" He asked me as I shook my head quickly, slipping on the skinny jeans I wore.

"My baby," I said as I saw him glance down at my ring finger.

"Nope not married, he left me," I said, slipping on my heels and attempting to get out.

"You need a ride?" He asked and I turned around, looking like a mess may I add.

"No it's fine, I can find my own way, where are we?" I asked him as he laughed.

"Just let me give you a ride sweetheart," he said grabbing the keys off the dresser and placing a hand on the small of my back, leading me through the apartment.

Everything was so sleek, so modern...I liked it.

"Brendon you don't have too," I groaned but it was too late we were out the door and on the way downstairs. As we waited for the elevator I eyed him up and down.

"I don't even know you, why are you doing this?" I asked him squinting my eye at him.

"Because I wouldn't make a good impression would I?" He asked winking at me. Rolling my eyes we got into the empty elevator. As soon as the doors closed he was on top of me.

"Wanna have a quick session?" He winked and I stared into his eyes. I could feel his breath on my skin as he started to suck down my neck. I hadn't felt this much pleasure in a year.

Moaning, he slid a hand under my thigh, wrapping one leg around his leg. I hooked our ankles together guiding his lips back to mine. I wanted to enjoy this while I could.

But the elevator dinged making me pull away from him and begin to tidy myself up. He did the same straightening his shirt and fixing his jeans trying to hide the obvious boner that had formed.

"Pull my car up front for me!" Brendon yelled wrapping an arm around my waist as employees ran around him trying to fit his every need.

A sleek black BMW pulled up out front as he held open the passenger door before walking over to the driver side.

"So where do you live?" He asked me and my breath hitched. I didn't live anywhere, I lived in a shack in an alley, but no one knew that. Not even my best friend Willa who was currently watching Joshua.

"Umm just drop me off at the corner of fourth and Fremont," I told him not trying to lead him to Willa's house.

"Are you sure?" He asked with genuine concern as he continued driving along. Nodding silently I stared out the window at the passing scenery of Sin City.

Oh how I belonged here.

Welcome to my new Brendon Story. This is an AU if you didn't already know though it was a little obvious from the discription!

I will put the cast list on the next chapter!

-Gemma