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Two weeks. It had been two weeks since that night. Two weeks since she had seen Brandon. He had been there in the hospital when the doctor had told them that she had passed out because of stressed. The thought of getting out of the house and everything that followed afterwards had obviously taken a toll on her. She was happy that she had gotten out of the house, though. Very happy. She couldn't have stopped Brandon from holding her hand that night. She also couldn't have stopped her heart from melting everytime he had pleaded with her to reconsider. Seeing a man like Brandon beg was... It was definitely something. She had told him to give her some time and some space to think and had moved into Sherlie's. For the past two weeks, he had done just that. No texts, no calls, nothing. Did she like it? No. Did she need it? Yes. She missed him so much, but she needed to think of a solution, or even search to see if there was a solution, without seeing his face all around the place. She needed
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Beth was gone.Brandon sat on the couch with his head down, his eyes pinned on the golden liquid swirling in the glass in his hand. Just like that, Elizabeth had left. After asking for space, she abruptly showed up two weeks later and all for what? To get him out of his office, hold his hand and give him hope, then leave him wondering? The voices of the emotions that he had been avoiding were back with a vengeance. Brandon chuckled to himself and rose his cups to his lips. He hadn't even gotten a chance to hold her. Maybe it was all for the best? He scoffed at the thought of that. Best indeed. Ignoring the almost painful squeezing sensation in his chest, he stood up and made his way to the kitchen. Refilling his cup, he made his way back to the living room. He had just sat down when the front door flew open. "Macy did it!" Beth shouted, panting loudly, a crazed look in her eyes. His eyes ran down her form, disbelief and confusion both warring for the upper hand inside him. "Macy. S
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"Still in hiding," Frederico answered, leaning against the backrest of his chair."You guys don't know where she is?"All Brandon and Frederico did was shrug."I don't believe that."While Brandon looked away, a carefree look on his tired face, Frederico smiled a cryptic smile and said something in portuguese. She watched Brandon nod in agreement. Both men turned to look at her like she was a rare specimen. "Does Macy know of the mafia?" She asked and watched Brandon's expression harden."Yes," Frederico answered."How? Is she also a mafian?""No, but she's involved with some very dangerous people, hence, her ability to watch you. Watch us," Brandon explained."Is your house rigged?""No.""Then how did she know so much about me?""Nothing the right digging can't expose," came his terse reply."Was I ever followed?"His silence answered that question. "You know she's in love with you?"His eyes tore to hers. Frederico smirked a small smirk, enjoying the show."She is in love with c
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Beth's heart began to race. Was it the alcohol or were his pupils really dilated? Was he going to kiss her? Did she want him to kiss her? His lips pressed against her cheek in a warm kiss. Her finger tips tingled. That voice in her head became louder. As he pulled back and sent her a smile, she returned his smile with a forced one, suddenly feeling dampened. Why? Her mood had turned sour, just like that. What for?! They were having such a great time! As he led her out, she looked down and realized that she had forgotten her purse in her daze."Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot my purse.""No problem. Want me to go get it for you?""Oh, no, no. It's okay, I'll go myself." She sent him a smile and went back into the room. Reaching their table, she was leaning for her purse when the feeling of being watched drizzled over her. Raising her head, her gaze collided with the blue of the ocean. Her breath halted in her throat as her heart skipped a beat. There, sat a few tables away, was Brandon Wade in
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"I know," she admitted on a sigh. "I'm just in a hurry most mornings and too busy all through the afternoons." For a while, he watched her, opting to remain quiet. She went back to her food, maintaining proper table slash couch manners this time. "How about a maid?" She froze, rose her eyes to his, blinked, then smiled through the pasta in her mouth. When he just stared at her, her smile slowly died. "You're serious?" She sputtered and hurriedly swallowed the pasta in her mouth. He nodded. "Brandon," she began, "I can't do that. I can't afford a maid right now," she ended, her tongue sneaking out to swipe at the sauce on her lower lip. "I'll be fine. I'll take better care from now on." "Babe, it's not so obvious, but you've lost weight." Butterflies danced around in her stomach. His gentleness with her caused her heart to skip a beat. "Allow me to do this for you." She instantly shook her head. "No. I'll be fine, you'll see." "Beth, please. You're in danger of giving yourse
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That possessive psycho! Elizabeth huffed in indignation as she added the chunks of the cut up bistecca alla fiorentina on top of the rice and tomato sauce in the flask. Sprinkling parsley on it, she left it open and hurried for her room. She was going to be late if she didn't get a move on it. The subway waited for no man! Taking one last look at her white silk shirt tucked into her black, straight skirt in the mirror, she quickly threw on her light brown chesterfield coat and leopard print heels, then picked up her bag and hurried back to the kitchen. Covering the flask and gently placing it in a tote bag, she put in a tissue wrapped plastic spoon and retrieved the bottle of orange juice from the fridge, then turned off the lights and headed out the door, hastily locking it behind her. She powered down the stairs and was on the road in record time. She was about to turn down the corner when she heard,"Excuse me?"She turned and found a man with salt and pepper hair smiling at her.
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She was curled up on the couch, sobbing into her large sweater with eyes trained on the tv when a knock came. Why couldn't everybody leave her alone?! She planned on ignoring it till whomever it was went away, but the thought of it being either Sherlie or Colby caused her to get off the couch and reluctantly trudge to the door. She pulled it open and came face to face with a chest. Not Sherlie. She rose her head and saw his ocean blue eyes. Not Colby, either. She watched his brows furrow in concern and drew her lower lip into her mouth. The mood changes that came with her monthly cycle was an instrument of shame, that was for sure. There she stood, fighting off a torrent of tears for something she wouldn't have thought of for more than a few minutes on a normal day. "Elizabeth, what's wrong?" Why did he sound so gentle? He was more than fine with making her feel low a few hours ago. "Nothing," she bit out, not meaning to sound so snarky, but also proud that she didn't sound shaky.H
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"You know Christ?""I do.""Who helped him carry the cross?""A man called Simon. Simon of Cyrene.""Who is our savior?""Jesus Christ.""He is the almighty, yes?""Yes.""But even he needed help... Because he was made flesh. Flesh cannot survive on its own. When you pray to God to assist you, he answers and sends you help in the form of man. I needed help when I lost my Benjamin. I refused it, but I needed it. I drowned in guilt. I thought I had robbed my family of a very much loved child, and I drowned in guilt again because I knew that my state of guilt was killing my husband and Brandon. After so long, I felt like I needed to do something right. I needed to come out of that stupor. For my family. For me. And to do that, I had to accept their help. For every time Brandon sat with me and I accepted my child's shoulder, he was helping me see what my guilt didn't let me see... I saw that my family still needed me. Someone as guilty as me. The least I could do was step up. For everytim
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