Pierced Rose - Episode 4

 

Brad's door almost broke at 6am. Who could be at his door so early in the morning?? Was it his mother?? No she was obsessed about having a beauty sleep. Was it Isabella?? It couldn't be her, she was not an early riser. Who was it then, Jayson, Mike, Malcolm, Ben or Peter???.... They had a lot to the drink previous night, they couldn't be awake by then.

"Good morning Sir?" Reginah greeted him  as she opened the door. Brad's  eyes were widened in shock. He couldn't believe it was her in front of his door.

"What are doing here so early in the morning?" Brad  looked down in embarrassment.
"What else, I am your house manger. Remember."
"Can you come another time. Around 8am..Please!!!" Brad pleaded rubbing his forehead awkwardly trying to block her from entering.
"I have somewhere to be at night. And your mother made it clear that I should make this place sparkling clean."

Brad smiled caught in the trap of her sweet voice. Making way for her as she walked in to the living room, holding the straps of her bag firmly like a scared girl walking through a dark alley.

Her eyes were focused on the floor biting her lips angrily as the rays of the now shining goddess reflected on her face.
Brad lost his breath when he saw some girly clothes and a pair of stilettos lying lazily. He was in a dilemma between  picking them or walking away?? There were chaos in his mind.

"Holy shit, did I spoil your moment?." Reginah laughing bitterly behind her hand.
"Yes you did, please come later. You can leave you bag here." Brad stuttered trying to drop the bag off her shoulders.
"Not a chance, she should leave. Its 6am in the morning and I wanna do my chores." Reginah huffed placing her hands akimbo.

"What!! She had alot to drink last night.Please don't wake her up..." Brad tried pleading pulling her to him and tugging a strand of hair behind
 her ear. 

"Look at my face Brad, do you think am her mother?" Reginah spat out,  a flash of anger on her face.
"Where is your room?" she asked slapping his hand off her face.

Brad just let her step on him while he pointed out his room, Something in him told him to be careful with what he said or did or he might lose his balls.

"Put on a shirt, your abs disgust me." Reginah murmured  walking towards the bedroom. Tingles traveling down her stomach by the thought of his abs.

"Wake up bi-ch, Brad is done with you. Wake up!!!wake up!!" Brad could hear her yelling from the living room. That girl was sweet crazy and he found her toughness as a turn on.

She who looked like a cute lost puppy from the streets came running to me wrapping her arms on his back." Ben, help me from this mad woman!!!she is crazy" 
Regina clenched  and unclenched her fists waiting for his respond.
"My hands are tied girl, I don't want to lose my teeth," Brad replied throwing his hands up in the air.

"You heard him, get out willingly or I will throw you out. It's a shame, you see this man will sleep with you today and tomorrow put another bi-ch on the bed. Where is your dignity????" Reginah reprimanded," These men are trash. Self respect should be something sacred to you. Respect yourself as a woman."

The girl who Brad couldn't remember her name looked at Reginah with fears written all over her faceface, picking her stilettos and lace inner wear. Her face was pale, trying to lock together her shaky lips and avoiding the Reginah's eyes.

Taking her baby steps looking Brad over her shoulders. Brad could feel her talking to him begging him to save her but as a smart man he had to choose sides wisely .

"Little one, kindly take your small piece with you. We don't wear children's clothes." Rose thundered.
The girl was stuck on the ground. Yearning to scream at Reginah, She was confused whether to  walk back in and confidently collect what's hers or run away from there.

"Pick it, as I said it can't fit any of us.." 
Brad had to tuck my lips in not to laugh. The scene was like a reality show and he loved it. Reginah  was that jealous girlfriend he had seen in a movie that he watched anytime Isabella slept over. What was its name again? He couldn't remember.

Remorse and fear was all that was written in her eyes as the girl turned to face Brad.
"You don't wanna pick it, okay.. get out now." Reginah hissed  holding her by her hand as she walked her out. 

Reginah begun laughing sarcastically before closing the door ," His name is Brad..," spelling it out in a low tone"B...R.....A...D..," 

The poor girl almost falls on her face," Next time please remember the name of your one night stand. Again its Brad not Ben. Okay?" The girl nods innocently and Reginah slammed the door on her face. 

She turned around and found Brad giggling as he leaned on the wall," And you collect that thing," pointing at the s-xy lacy thong." You can either keep it or throw it away."
Without questions or an arguments Brad hurriedly took it and kept in his pocket as a loyal servant would do.

She moved closer to him wrapping his  arms around his neck. Reaching out for his lips and Brad was prepared to kiss her back passionately," From now on, your nightstands in a hotel room. I wouldn't love to work in a house that promotes commercial s-x. Agreed?"

Brad nodded in approval. By now he was filled with wait, expectation and lust. Trying so hard to tame his qinner green eyed monster. There was something in him that craved for her. Her soft cushion lips drove Brad to rubbing my thumb on her cheeks in circles. 

In a moment, she pulled back and held me at arms length her soft eyes scanning my face quickly. She smiled and suddenly her eyes tuned cold, flattening her palms on my chest and pushing me back," Am not like those girls you play around with. I respect myself"

Her fierceness and shyness, the extreme things that moulded to form this girl who made Brad's  heart beat on his chest.

"That was pretty mean, what you did to her you know. She was scared to death." Brad commented placing my hand on my little brad.

"That's what I will do to all of them if you don't stick to the part of your deal," Reginah groaned looking at where his hand was placed, "if I was to hit that, I would do it on your sleep."

Brad felt as if someone had pumped a tank of helium into his veins. The way she made him speechless, the way she managed to make him fall on his knees.

 How she didn't put up with his behaviour, how she wasn't clingy with him. He couldn't help but imagine how her skin would feel, how she tasted like. The girl occupied his train of thoughts from the time I met her. She made him breathless. 

"What would you like for breakfast?" She asked as the soft eyes took over.
"Nothing just a cup of coffee and you." Brad teased walking closer to her, pushing the fear that she would kick my balls to the surface and slid my hands from her shoulders to her waist, pressing it tightly. Her skin was so hot that I felt my hand burn. I felt her hands on my chest feeling the hard lines while I lingered kisses down her collarbone.

She again pulled back. He could see fear in her eyes, "I will make you something to ease your hangover. This is the last time I am being polite. I am not like those girls so don't mix love with pleasure." She startled walking away.