Tricks Of The Game

Chapter 6

*Brianna's POV*

        I opened my eyes, feeling disoriented. My phone. I could hear it buzzing in the pocket of my jacket, but I couldn’t find my jacket. I reached for Jon and couldn’t believe my eyes. There he was, peacefully sleeping next to me. Brandon. I then realized we were both naked. What had I done? Did I regret myself? Yes and no. Yes, because I’m a married woman and I have a child. No, because he made me feel something I’d never felt with Jon. I snuggled back into his chest and he started to stir, he kissed my forehead very gently.

         “Jon is seriously an ass. I say you divorce him.”

        I kind of laughed, only to realize that he was being serious.

         “What?! I just can’t up and leave him! We have a child together!” I couldn’t believe him, I tried getting up, but Brandon pulled me back into his embrace.

        “Brianna, just listen to what I’m saying. What Jon did was terrible, and it’s only going to get worse. I don’t know what his problem is, but I do know he should’ve never done that. I know you want what’s best for Evelyn, but honestly, do you want your daughter to see you get abused by Jon? No child should have to see that. Think about it, but just know, I’m always here for you. If things turn ugly, you and Evelyn are more than welcome to stay here.”

        I pulled him into a kiss, and things started getting heated. He pulled me on top of him, so I was straddling his waist. Everywhere his hand touched, screamed for more attention, something that never happened with Jon. He rolled us both over, my legs gripping his waist. I didn’t want to leave this, I felt safe. My phone started to ring again. I pushed Brandon off of me, and grabbed my phone out of my pocket. I stood there, frozen, until Brandon hugged my waist.

        “What’s wrong?”

        I did a hard gulp; it felt like I had a rock stuck in my throat. I didn’t know what to think.

         “I… I have 82 missed calls, 42 voicemails, and over 100 texts, all from Jonathan.” I pushed Brandon off of me. “I’m so sorry Brandon, I have to go.” I started throwing my clothes on, but not before I tripped on his boxers. I finally got dressed.

        “Brianna, this isn’t a good idea. God only knows what he’s going to do to you.”

        I just shook my head. “He needs to know that I’m not dead. I promise, if anything happens, I’ll pack a bag for Evelyn and I, and come here.” I grabbed the door knob.

         “Brianna, before you go…” he ran to me, picking me up, and kissed me passionately. I smiled through the kiss, as he set me down slowly.

“I’ll see you later Brandon.” I walked out, hailing a cab. After what seemed like eternity, we pulled up in front of my house. I walked through the unlocked door.

“Where have you been…?”