Don't try to change me

Part 27

We spent our evening on the beach reviving good old college memories with some cocktail drinks and grilled shrimps. It was simply a pure pleasurable afternoon. Kylie and Catty left no chance in inquiring me about Brand in any fucking possible way but I successfully ducked their all stupid questions.

In fact I on the other hand had my definite evil intentions for him...
I planned on surprising him with a barbecue dinner at the shore followed by an erotic aka dirty aka kinky sex session.
Returning back to my room, I excitedly chose my outfit for the night and got into action.

I was standing in front of the long bedroom mirror, adjusting my tight black cocktail dress. Pretty much impressed by the cleavage it gave me. It even made my dark brown hair look a little lighter. My eyes stood out perfectly thanks to the heavy black eye liner and mascara that surrounded them. I was cut off from admiring my stupid hard work when I heard my phone vibrate from the nightstand.

Who the fuck messaged me at that worst possible moment??
I flipped my phone open and read the message.

Brand: "Babe!! I m still stuck with the work...I would be late.. don't wait for me"

Fuck sake!!! Was he even serious?? Was he even on his fucking vacation??
Idiot Austrian mafia boss!!!

If I would have known this was going to happen, I wouldn't have spent the whole hour rushing around in the shower, making sure my private parts were smooth, extra clean and inviting for Brand's sexual ambitions for the night. I wouldn't have spent a good two and a half minutes squeezing into that insanely tight slutty dress, although I must admit it hugged my curves sexily. After slipping into a tiny pair of see through Victoria secrets red lace panties and a matching strapless bra. I also wouldn't have gone through the trouble of applying whorishly red lipstick that promised some serious cock sucking before the night was out, and then completely my look by wearing those ridiculously high strapped heels and the wrist watch of Austrian mafia.

What the serious fuck was that!!!!
Why tonight?? Okay okay call him.
We had got three more days in Bora Bora and he surely could rearrange his work. I impulsively pushed the call button and held the phone to my ear.

"Du hast Brand Salvatore... sprechen Sie nach dem Ton"
(You have reached Brand Salvatore... speak after the tone)
His voice so cold so authoritative. It made the hair on my arms fucking stand up and salute him.
What the fuck was he playing at. He texted me and all of the sudden he was inaccessible.
My anger boiled up as I wanted to choke Brand with my own sinful hands. What an arrogant cocky bastard.

I couldn't control my temper and dashed out of the suite to the backyard. I would have gone to Kylie and Catty who were having kinda girls night in party but I thought it would be much helpful to move out at that time to make my aching nerves calm down but that worthless piece of Austrian junk had other plans for me. As I fucking tried to focus and saw Jacob, Brand's personal chauffeur plus bodyguard smoking in the parking lot alongside Brand's SUV.

"Christ!!! Why was Jacob there and where the fuck was Brand?"
A disgusting feeling pooled in my stomach as I tucked my stray hair at the back of my ears. I roamed my sight and caught two heavy armed creepy bodyguards guarding an entrance that lead to some sorta different suite. That tight security definitely showed something bizarre was happening inside.
The squat, amphibious security guards in the foyer eyed me with undisguised lechery, as I clicked my way towards them.

"Can I help you love?" One of them asked in his french accent. There was delight in his toad like eyes, as he surveyed the narrow gorge between my breast.

"I m here to meet Brand"
I showed my ultimate confidence although I wasn't fucking sure that he was inside. But it occurred to me that no explanation was required for those repulsively clammy admirer of my body, so I turned heels and trotted imperiously inside the entrance that lead to an elevator, absolutely knowing their leering eyes were fixed on me.

As the elevator moved upwards, my heart sank down to the deepest depth. I had my fucking gut feeling that there was something waiting for me for which I wasn't prepared enough.
Fuck fuck fuck!!!!I could feel my legs trembling and sweat appearing on my forehead.
The elevator doors slid apart just I was pulling the hem of my dress beyond my rump curvaceous swell. I swallowed another gulp of bitter taste as I had to wriggle past two more shit faced members of Brand's security. I made my exit ignoring them, as they eyed me scathingly, taking in my scant slutty cocktail dress and various expanses of my exposed flesh. They didn't stop me to inquire me anything and that made be certain as fuck about Brand's presence because they considered me his whore for the night.
I could imagine their conversation as the doors shut behind me and I started down the hallway to the master bedroom.
But I wasn't a whore. I hadn't put on that dress for fucking anyone to enjoy, it had all been for Brand, my love to whom I had been faithful for six months.
My each step became heavier as I approached the bedroom. Finally I clipped to a halt in front of the door. The curtains on the window were pulled shut, allowing no clue as to whether he was inside or not. I undesirably rapped a slight knuckle on the glass fronted door.
No response. I eased the door open spending all my left energy and peered uneasily inside, looking for any signs of Brand through the dimmed lighting.

And then it was an end to my existence when my eyes landed on Brand.
And and he wasn't alone!!!
My eyes couldn't focus well because everything got dumb and blurry. But through my welled up eyes and shaky heart, I saw him kissing wildly some other bitch.

His lips enclosing hers and his hands all over her body. Those lips and hands that I worshipped like some fucking sacred treasure. For some moments I fought to remain still from emotionally falling down as my strength was sucked out of my body. I glowered at him with speechless rage, as his hands strolled past her perky boobs, picking up the pace of his fuckup session.
But my body was badly wounded and defeated both physically and emotionally that it couldn't bear to watch him further.

"Brand!!"

I mumbled shakily as I made a last and final attempt to pump up all my energy to call him once to which he hurriedly responded.

Thank you for all your support lovelies!!!
And get ready for some heartbreaking followed by some mature makeup sex!!!!