Brad just got home from a very stressful day at the studio with James. They were writing songs and got angry because they didn't have any ideas, so Brad just shut the front door close behind him and stormed into his and Sofie's bedroom.
"Hey, Eli is sleeping! Can you be quieter?" Sofie followed her husband into their living room.
"I don't care, Sofie. Leave me alone!" Brad snapped. Sofie's eyes widened and she took a step back, but a huge smirk appeared on her lips.
"You sure you want me to leave you alone?" she walked closer to Brad.
"Sofie!" the boy looked up only to see Sofie in one of his button-up shirts. Both of them knew it was Brad's weakness.
"What's up, Mr. Simpson?" Sofie asked teasingly.
"Stop calling me that right now!" Brad stood up and sat into the chair next to the bookshelf which was in the left corner of the room. Sofie sat down on the bed and smirked at Brad. They made eye contact for a few minutes before Brad looked away. Sofie knew what she was doing to him and she liked it.
"Stop staring at me!" Brad looked back at her.
"Are you mad, Bradley?" Sofie bit her bottom lip while still smirking.
"Yes, I am!" he rolled his eyes and turned his head to look at the shelf. He still felt Sofie's teasing look on him.
"Oh, fuck it!" he stood up from the chair and walked over to his wife, laying her down on the bed.
"You ain't mad anymore?" Sofie asked, still a big smirk playing on her lips.
"Shut up!" Brad said before kissing her hard.
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She's Just My Type // Bradley Will Simpson //
FanfictionOne day, James was late for the recording in the studio so Brad wanted to text him, but he typed in the wrong number. This is where the story begins. 1st book: She's Just My Type ✅ 2nd book: Lovestruck ✅ 3rd book: Twitter ✅ Best rankings: #1 in #bra...