One Night With Mr Braxton

Emma was inside the car, brainstorming the best ways to approach her fake husband for help when Mrs. Adams came in, granting a pleasing surprise.

” What took you so long?!” She asked, almost toppling her over. ” Where is the woman? What happened there? I almost called Asher.” She exposes herself without care.

” Oh my Lady, I didn’t know you were that worried, I’m sorry that it took a while to resolve. I had to pick up some things on my way back.” She explained with a smile. ” Speaking of Mr. Braxton, are you sure you didn’t reach out to him? I just got off the phone with him.” She accused, jokingly, of course. Mr. Braxton had called for a different reason, one she wasn’t at liberty to discuss.

Emma couldn’t care less about her supposed husband, that was besides the case, she was more interested in whatever it was that transpired inside the store.

When she saw the woman who instigated the situation leaving the complex with a smile, she realized something good must have happened and immediately searched for answers.

” Tell me, what happened?” She demanded, looking at the woman who reeked contentment, it wasn’t hard to tell from the drastic change in her countenance. Mrs. Adams smiled at her eagerness, the young miss reminded her of a curious child, her heart was too pure.

Without wasting any more time, she dug into the story, narrating what transpired and how they arrived at a peaceful resolution. She made sure to highlight how angered Mrs. Steele was and how she wasn’t so sure of the fate of the manager who was now probably out of a job. Not that she cared.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Emma listened intently, thanking the heavens above that she didn’t step in herself. That would have been a disaster! she thought morbidly. She found herself feeling pity for the manager who somehow got at the receiving end of her stepmother’s fury. There wasn’t a person in the world that she wished such evil upon, not even her greatest enemy!

“… In all, everything ended with a much-deserved apology.” Mrs. Adams concluded the story, stifling a yawn. ” All that drama made me tired.” She added, looking out the window as the car rushed past the city.

Suddenly, Emma felt a lightning bolt hit her. They didn’t get anything! She sharply turned to her right, surprising Mrs. Adams with her urgency. ” I think we are forgetting something,” She said, trying to maintain calmness. ” We didn’t get anything.” She remarked, half expecting them to turn around.

Mrs. Adams didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Of course, she got some things, matter-of-fact, quite a lot were bought. After leaving the Steele Store, she got information that Emma returned to the car. A sign she’d taken for tiredness and therefore returned to the affairs of the day. She was sure to put in orders for the best of everything she’d ever need, including under-wears.

” I made sure to get everything. Unless there’s something specific you need, or you want to vet things, we can turn around.” She answered, making sure that she knew it wasn’t a problem. She called the shots.

Emma couldn’t be bothered with going back to the mall, somehow, she trusted the work of Mrs. Adams and honestly couldn’t be bothered with shopping for anything. It wasn’t like she didn’t have enough and she was used to not caring about things like that. Her original clothes were usually a reflection of what her stepmother and sister felt she deserved.

Even though they were not so bad, she was generally used to everyone, other than herself, making decisions for her life. Decisions that most times ended up terribly for her. This time around, it was liberating, knowing that if she was to hand out control, it was to the right hand. One who had her best interest at heart.

******

Talia and Colton were seated behind a black-tinted car, aggressively making out while the driver did his best to be nonexistent. After their little show, she was once again engaged to him, which came with an unexpected organic couple fan base. Although she seemed unwilling to accept the public proposal, Talia felt deep with Colton.

She missed his touch so much that before they could close the doors from the crowd of reporters and fans that followed them after the show, they couldn’t get their hands off each other. The couple, being the ones who expressed their feelings in the most intimate and physical ways, got back at it, nearly forgetting the driver while pushing to third base.

” Baby… wait-” Colton, the reasonable one, struggled to break free from her hold. ” Just wait for a little, let’s get to the penthouse.” He breathed, heavy with need.

” I know that, I’m not sure the little man agrees with you though,” Talia replied, still coddled up to him and expertly pushing his buttons.

Colton didn’t know what to term his current situation. Every second was a struggle with his coherent self and naturally primal instinct. This woman knew how to drive a man crazy. ” You know why, please… let’s get to the ro-om.”

Talia disentangled herself immediately. The moment was eradicated. Viola, it was gone. ” Since we can’t do that, I figured we should discuss more important things, don’t you agree?” She said with a tone that created room for no slithering. Colton mourned the loss of the former atmosphere, knowing that things were about to get serious.

” Don’t you think we should consummate our engagement before getting to its intricacies?” He asked, softly rubbing the exposed skin between her thighs. The thigh-high slit she wore, made the seduction scheme easier. Colton felt unwilling to let go of the moment until the end goal had been met.

Talia immediately flared at his words, ” get your hands off me, Colton.” She snapped, Colton immediately put some space between them, knowing how quickly things turned gory the last time. ” Newsflash, there wouldn’t be a need for a second engagement if you hadn’t been a royal fuck up.”

” I know, I’m sorry, trust me, you are the only woman I care about. Heck, even the world knows that now.” He proclaimed, hoping to ease the bolt of anger headed his way.

Talia withheld a smile threatening to expose the tingly sensations she felt within, an act that Colton caught wind of, easing him of the mild terror he nursed. ” Don’t think you’ve bought me, there’s a long way to go before I can trust you again,” Talia muttered, spotting his barely hidden grin.

” Sure. Anything. Everything.” Colton threaded with caution, saying everything he imagined would be flowery and pretty on the ears of his fiance, for now, she was the price, and in his usual playboyness, he tended to make his price feel like the one. An experience he was working through with her.

” We are here, Miss, Sir.” The driver announced their successful drive back home.

” Thank Goodness.” Colton muttered, ” come on, baby.” He urged, coming out and leaving the door open for her like a gentleman. Of course, Talia felt smoldered with the public display of affection. Who wouldn’t?

Meanwhile, the whole time, Colton plotted ways to score. He’s missed her for a while, it was only fitting they made do and took his fill before anything else. At the moment, Talia dabbled between being in a good mood and grotesque. One of which made for a great time while the other made for a hellish experience.

He was undeterred. After all, he was the devil, and she, his hell.

******

When Asher got home, he met the absence of both his wife and housekeeper. It didn’t take long before he ascertained their whereabouts from the security he’d assigned to her. After the little signing, he made her a top security priority, equal to himself. It was a valid safety precaution, knowing how much enemies would kill to have him or anything that meant to control him.

Asher was thorough in everything. He left no stone unturned and made sure to tighten every bolt to ensure his continued security, success, and progress. The only thing pending his supervision was his wife. On his way back, he’d taken time out to go through her demands, making everything ready as agreed yet pondering what she intended to do with such an amount.

They needed to have a crucial chat to ascertain their new life schedules and just when he wanted to dial her, he realized she didn’t have a phone. At that moment, a situation report from the security details assigned to his wife came in, informing him of the happening which prompted his immediate dialing of Mrs. Adams.

” Where are you?” He asked, never being one to beat about the bush.

” In the mall, sir. Gathering some important items while Madame waits in the car.” She reported.

” Any problems over there?” Mrs. Adams knew Asher. It’d be odd if he wasn’t already up to date with the recent events.

” Nothing I couldn’t handle.” She answered instead.

” Good. I’ll send you a list of items, I expect to see my wife soon.” Asher said and hung up, believing his message was delivered.

Unknown to him, he was already being perceived as a doting husband by his employees. Starting from his housekeeper.