My Boss

Chapter Twenty Six

Sometime very very very soon, we all gonna find out a little, or rather HUGE, secret of Brooke's. And as I'm the one who come up with the idea, I think it's bloody brilliant.

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Chapter Twenty Six: Brooke

Fuck a duck. Had I really forgotten to tell him that I'm a virgin. Well, was.

"I-I'm sorry." I stutter quietly.

I was in a very awkward situation. We were both naked, in the rain, in the middle of nowhere, his cock inside me. And he choses now to pick an argument.

"You're sorry! Jesus Christ, Brooke! Do you even know what kind of situation you've put me in?" He says, or rather shouts, to me.

"I forgot okay. We we're going to quick, I forgot." I reply, explaining the situation.

"Oh, you forgot?! That's okay, right?! I mean, how could you forget to tell me something like that?" He replied, outraged.

I sit up so that we're face to face.

"Don't try to pin this on me! You didn't even ask me if I was on the pill!" I shoot back.

"I... Uh... Uhm." He tries to come up with another reason to blame me.

"Thought so. Now move." I demand.

He doesn't move immediately, but he does after a moment later.

I hop off the bonnet and start collecting my clothes that have been thrown all over the place, all the while avoiding Sam's gaze that is defiantly on me.

"Look I'm sorr-" he tries.

"Just forget about it, okay. Just take me home." I ask, or rather plead, to him.

He doesn't reply, only starts to collect his clothes as I start to put on mine, which is very hard, seeing as they're drenched.

My hands are shaking. Not from being cold, but from the adrenaline of having an argument.
You see, there is a little secret that hardly anyone knows about me, only my friend James.

I have to sort this.

Even if Sam tried to make small talk on the way home, I didn't hear him. I was coming up with a plan to quietly get in and out of home without James hearing me. That is, if he stayed at mine.

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We pull up outside of mine, and I immediate go for the door. Sam, trying to apologise again, reaches for my arm.

Just as he goes to speak, I instantly interrupt me. "Goodnight!" I end, giving him a look that said 'you better not reply'.

He nods at me, letting go of my arm. I leap out of the car, quietly sighing in relief that I'm out of that awkwardness.

I run up to my home, slowly opening the door so that James, who is a very light sleeper, doesn't wake up.
I quickly change into some shorts and a tank top, then grab a small towel. My water bottle falls to the ground, making a massive bang as it hits the floor.

"Shit!" I mutter under my breath, knowing that in seconds time James will come looking for me.

"Brooke?" James croaks from the hallway, rubbing his eyes as he makes his way to me.

"Sorry to wake you. Was just grabbing... Something." I lie.

He sees straight through my lie, and takes in my clothing, towel and water bottle that I'm now holding.

"You're going to that place aren't you?" He asks me, disappointment and disapproval clear in his eyes.

I nod, "yeah. I, er, have to." I stutter.

This angers James "you don't have to do anything Brooke. I'm here for you."

I shake my head. "There are some things I can't talk about with you, James." I state.

When he doesn't say anything, I make my way to the door.

"What happened tonight, Brooke?" He quietly asks me. His voice is full of sadness and pity.
Pity isn't what I need. And sadness is something I don't want right now.

Right now, I need blood.
And if I don't get it now, things could get dirty.

"Nothing James, just go back to bed." Is the last thing I say to him before I shut the door and run downstairs.

The need and desire to go 3 rounds with Mike Tyson is strong.

Yes, I'd probably loose, but it would be worth it. The blood. The grunts. The bruises.

It's what I live for.