Defying Fate

by Lis, Heidi

  Trying to pull away, I sharply spit out. “Look I am not a part of whatever you two have going on. Excuse me while I go back to work.”

  Tiffany runs her red, long nails down Braxton’s chest. Horrified, I wiggle to the side the best I can. That bitch is not touching me.

  Not being able to bite my tongue any longer, I am beyond angry. “Keep your long ass, red daggers away from me.”

  “Ah baby don’t worry, you’re not my type. I like big, hard men. See, Brax is mine. Always has been and always will be.” Like the wicked witch she is, she then laughs. “He might fuck you, but you? You’ll never be me honey.” Her nasty words are harsh and bitchy, just like her.

  Coughing, I am utterly disgusted. “I don’t want to be a damn thing like you.” Gesturing with my hands, I point out. “You’re all fake. Starting with your nails to your gigantic boobs, I mean, Jesus did you actually think they look good. Damn.”

  This has her laughing louder than necessary. “You don’t know men do you honey? Brax here paid for these babies. He likes big, mouthwatering tits.” Rolling her eyes, she sizes my chest up and laughs again. She may have the larger chest, but I’m all real.

  In a rather snickering tone, she then adds. “Too bad for you, you don’t have what he likes.” Licking her finger, she cups her breasts as if showing those suckers off. Like anyone, could miss them. She is proud of those ugly suckers!

  Angrily, I shrug off Braxton’s hand gripping my shoulder. I have had my limit with this chick, and I let her know it.

  “You’re right about one thing; I’m not fake. There’s not a damn fake thing about me. The only thing, I am, is real. Real feels great; real keeps things solid. Real doesn’t need to be something its not.” With that, I stormed off. Braxton’s laugh is easily heard as I make my escape. No longer in the room with them, I can hear Braxton talking.

  “Tiffany, at one time, I thought you were everything. All these years, popping in and out of my life, but fuck, I was wrong. It took Izzy to come into our lives, to make me see what ‘real’ is. That woman is as real as it gets. You could learn a few things from her. Problem is you just made an enemy out of her.”

  Rather loudly, Tiffany screeches. “What the hell do you mean ours? Has she been around Eve? My daughter will not be around that whore!”

  “Bitch, what did you say? Listen, you do not say who the fuck Eve, or I, for that matter can see. Izzy’s been more of a mom than you have, and she’s only been around for a short time. In that time, Eve has planted flowers, ate breakfast and gone shopping with her. Sounds like a good woman to me.” His deep growl is enough to make me nervous. Good thing he is talking to her and not me.

  “What the fuck does that mean?” No mistaking the hostility in her voice. She is so loud I’m sure the guys can now hear her.

  “Eve likes her, and so do I. She is doing great at taking over the job you once had. And let me tell you, she’s only been here a week, and she is already better than you have ever been.” His venomous words hit her where it counted. I wince as I’m sure this is just going to make her hate me even more.

  Listening to them, I want to throw up. Leaning against the wall down the hall from them, I just want to get the hell out of here.

  “Hey, pretty girl, what the hell are you doing?”

  I jump and start to yelp, but manage to cover my mouth in time, so I don’t embarrass myself any more than I already have. Looking over my shoulder, I see a tall man with a broad smirk. His eyes dance with mischief, and my goodness, he is handsome.

  “Jesus, do all of Braxton’s friends look hot as hell or what?” Realizing my mistake, I said that out loud.

  Handsome here, must get a kick out of it because he throws his head back, laughing. I’m totally busted.

  Raising an eyebrow, snickering with a wicked laugh he replies. “You have got to be Izzy. I’ve heard all about you.”

  What!

  My mouth is hanging open; I am still wondering who he is. “Do I know you, wait, of course, I don’t. If I had met you, I would have remembered your name that’s for sure.”

  Standing with his hand against the wall, his eyes dance in amusement. “Ah honey, flattery will get you everywhere with me. So tell me, what are you doing out here quietly? Just who are you eavesdropping on?”

  Hearing the rather loud voices down the hall, he has to realize what’s going on. It does not take a detective to figure out that I’m hiding. It’s as if a light bulb has gone off in his head; he nods in response.

  Running a hand over his forehead, he huffs out loud. “Oh, I see you have met the lovely Tiffany? She’s nothing but trouble I’m afraid.” His look is one of regret, he solemnly adds. “The only real thing, she did, was giving Brax little Eve. The rest is just bad. She puts Brax through hell all of the time. I have no clue why he puts up with her games. She whirls into town and like clockwork, he comes running. In a blink of an eye, she goes up and disappears. Fucks with his head and leaves Eve in tears. Shit’s bad.” His look is as if his mind is a million miles away.

  Hearing that, it pisses me off to no end. Thinking of what Eve must feel every time her mother leaves, makes my heart ache for this sweet little girl. It’s as if Tiffany only comes back to get her fill of Braxton. Damn shame. What I wouldn’t give to have a little girl like Eve? No, my chance was taken away from me.

  Interrupting my thoughts, sexy here speaks. “Name is Liam honey. It’s weird, but it seems like I already know you. Brax talks, a lot. Needed to meet you for myself, so I can put a face to that sweet name he won’t shut up about.”

  What! I say with nervous energy, my damn lip is quivering so bad I bite my lip to stop it. “Why does he talk about me, he barely knows me.”

  The smile he gives me is so warm and, well, pleasant. It’s weird, I’ve never got so many nice welcomes in my life. Since I came here, there is a welcome crew everywhere I go. My family treats me like shit, yet these strangers who don’t know me from a hole in the ground, treat me with kindness. Oh my, what a wonderful and welcome change.

  “So Izzy got to say, it’s a kick ass name.” His face is so close I am rather dazzled with his big, bright, blue eyes. Bluest damn eyes, I have ever seen. The slight wrinkles around his eyes tell me we might be around the same age. At the moment, his eyes are filled with sincerity.

  His closeness throws me off kilter. “It’s short for Izzabella, and I tend to agree, it is pretty kick ass.” I ramble.

  Nodding his head, he then points his finger towards the shouting in the next room. “Honey, the time you spent with Eve has put a big smile on her face. She won’t stop talking about you; you are more like a mother to her than her own. It seems Brax taking a liking to you has ruffled her feathers. Hence, why she has decided now is a good time to show up.”

  Raising my voice a few octaves, I ask baffled. “Me?” Pressing my thumb against my chest, “She is here all wound up, because of me? I didn’t do shit to her.”

  Understanding and agreeing with me, he simply confirms.

  “Nope, it’s just you replaced her in Eve’s eyes. That shit has her all upset. That and taking Brax’s attention away from her, of course.”

  Oh my god! “The hell I did. I’ve spent some time planting flowers with Eve. What, I’m not supposed to hang out with her?” How did I get myself into this situation? Being a good neighbor has turned into some clusterfuck of a situation.

  Backing up, he holds up his hands and smiles at me.

  “Listen here, a word of advice. You like Eve; she adores you, so keep on doing what you are doing because that little girl is on cloud nine. Plus Brax likes you; he needs a good woman in his life, and you seem to fit the bill.”

  “What? I just work here. I happen to be his neighbor, and he offered me a job. I am not his woman. Right now, I have no idea what the hell I am doing. Shit. I need to get the hell out of here.” Wanting nothing more than to leave, I realize my purse is in the office where all the drama is unfolding. Shit! Shit! Shit!

  “So you're goi
ng to leave. Shit gets tough, and you're going to hightail it out of here? If you do that you’re no better than Tiffany. Brax and Eve need a woman who is going to stay when shit gets tough.”

  “Liam,” Trying to contain my anger, I say rather grimly. “I am not his woman.”

  Just then I hear a loud roar from Braxton, followed by Tiffany coming down the hall toward us. She pauses when she notices Liam is standing next to me. Her eyes slant thin, giving him a death glare.

  “Great Liam, don’t tell me you're here getting Brax’s sloppy seconds.”

  “Oh my god. Bitch, I am nobody’s sloppy seconds. I don’t belong to Braxton, and I just met Liam. You’re UN-FUCK-ING-BELIEVABLE! You don’t know me and I sure as hell don’t want to know you.”

  Towering inferno struts over to me and slaps me hard right across the face; as my head whips to the side, my poor brain feels scrambled. Holy Hell, it stings hurting like a bitch. Rubbing my cheek, I’m not only pissed as hell, I am disgusted and downright sad for her.

  Braxton walks over to me, caressing my redden cheek with his thumb. I notice Liam as he has a strong hold on Tiffany. Braxton attempts to speak, but I cut him off raising my hand.

  “Listen, I don’t know you. I’m sickened by the way you act. You’re Eve’s mother, and yet you walk around like a crazy lady. Maybe you are. I don’t know nor do I care.” With thin lips, I declare. “But, if you ever slap me again, I will hit you back.” It’s a shame; this woman is beyond beautiful, but her personality makes her ugly as sin.

  Having said my peace, I feel more relaxed. Braxton’s eyes have a surprised look to them, maybe a bit in awe. Liam is laughing his ass off. And Tiffany, well, she just looks outplayed.

  Standing stiff Braxton’s attention is directed towards Tiffany. “Tiff’ you ever lay a hand on Izzy again, you will answer to me. Bitch I am not kidding. You are the mother of my child, but you act like some crazy bitch. You're upset because you had me, and now you don’t. Izzy is far too good for me, but she’s my friend and now an employee. Eve loves her and for once she has a good role model. Shit doesn’t get better than that.” Wow, now I’m the one in awe. God almighty, he can be so damn sweet, and, really cute.

  With tears rolling down her cheeks, she wipes them away. She turns out of Liam’s arms and strolls for the door. Before she leaves, she mumbles something, I am sure it’s directed toward me.

  Suddenly, she stops turning her attention our way. “Liam you’re my brother. Are going to let Brax talk to me like this?”

  The room starts to spin. What? Her brother, you have got to be kidding me?

  Acknowledging her, Liam explains. “Tiff’ you did all of this on your own. Fucked with Brax most of his life. Thinking about my niece and the way you treat her drives me crazy. You’re no good little sister, fucking truth stings like a bitch doesn’t it?” Liam says, not skipping a beat.

  On her way out the door, again she turns giving us an angry look. “Fuck off Liam.”

  Okay. Now that the tornado known as ‘Tiffany’ is long gone, I fall back against the wall. Holding my head in my hands, I suddenly find it hard to breathe.

  With my eyes closed, I can sense Braxton is near me. “Izzy, babe. I’m sorry about all of that. She’s pissed at me, not you.”

  Oh My God, he can’t be serious.

  Irritated and slightly pissed at what he said, my look quickly lets him know I’m not stupid. “Really! You? No. No. I don’t think so. She thinks I screwed your brains out, let alone with Liam as well. She hates me; she slapped me. She threatened me on her way out. I would say she was pissed at ME. I didn’t do a damn thing. This shit between you and her is none of my damn business. What the hell?” The only thing, my mind can process, is what he was thinking getting involved with an unstable bitch like her in the first place? Then it becomes apparent to me; she’s blonde, long-legged and has a curvy hot body. Duh!

  “She’s jealous Izzy, plain straight up jealous. She sees how much you mean to Eve and now you are here working her old job, putting a smile on my face, I might add.” He makes a point to smile as big as he can to make his point.

  Oh, my God! I don’t need this shit. “It was nice working for you, but this obviously is not going to work. Find a new girl you can screw six ways to Sunday. Piss her off with that new girl. I have had my share of shit. Hot or not Braxton, reality is a bitch, and she likes to slap the shit out of me now and then.” No need for me to explain all of that to him, so I shut it.

  I walk into my office to grab my purse. And in an instant, all I feel, is a strong arm around my waist. The next thing, I know, is I’m pressed up against a very hard-bodied Braxton.

  He is breathing heavily as he leans in closer to me ear. “Izzy, if you think I am letting you out of my sight. Think the fuck again.” His anger, evident by the tight hold he has on me. Yet I’m not afraid. No, I’m slightly turned on. The idea someone wants me, well, it’s something sweet. Unfortunately, this situation is not a good one.

  Struggling with him, I beg. “Let me go.”

  With even a tighter grip, I feel his hard body tense up. “Stop it, Izzy.” So sweet and yet so demanding.

  Braxton then hauls me up against the wall in my tiny office. Our eyes lock as if in a sudden standstill. Hearing the door close, I assume Liam has now left us alone.

  His heavy stare just confirms to me just how hot he is.

  My moan comes out as barely a whisper. “Braxton.”

  “Baby. Shh.” He whispers back.

  He leans into me, his lips barely touching mine. I am yearning to feel the softness of them as he teases me with a slow lick to his lower lip. My eyes are entranced. His wet, velvety tongue glistens as if inviting me in. I’m visibly shaken as every ounce of my body feels like it now lit on fire. Braxton is intoxicating. Whimpering, I lick my parched lips in response. His eyes are blazing with lust, and I ache to touch him. A part of me wants to stop this madness; the other part has me mentally stripping him naked. God, shut my brain off, please.

  Braxton moans as his lips graze my jaw. “Sweet, sweet, Izzy. You drive me crazy.” He stops moving to gaze into my eyes. “Seeing Tiff’ slap you had me wanting to rip her head off. No one is going to touch you. Only me! Jesus, when it comes to you, I can’t think straight.” The slight chuckle, he lets out only has me shaking with need.

  I can’t help but moan. “Braxton, why? Why do you want me?” I need to know what he sees in me. Before this goes any further I, need to know why?

  Pulling back, he just looks at me with an odd expression. “You can’t be serious?”

  “Well yeah, I am. Your baby momma is hot, just saying. I, on the other hand, let’s just say nothing special. So, I ask again, why me?”

  The slit in his eyes tells me he is not amused. “Fuckin’ A Izzy! She doesn't hold a candle to you. You glow so much brighter. Your goodness and sweetness is a fucking wet dream baby.” I can sense his demeanor shift as his look is now more mischievous. “Bet you feel like heaven, been dreaming about having you under me for the whole damn week.” He says with that mega smile of his.

  Trying to block out that damn smirk of his, I am still in disbelief. “What. Oh my god. You can’t be serious.” Forcing the back of my head against the wall, he just keeps saying all the right things. This can’t be happening?

  His dark voice snaps my attention back to him. “Done talking babe give me those sweet lips.”

  I don’t have a second to ponder this as he crashes his lips against mine. Instant fireworks go off in my mind. His lips soft, warm, and the wetness of them take hold of my trembling ones. He is in control, and I fucking love it. My head swims, I am so lost in his arms; I let him devour me. His tongue sweeps across my lower lip begging entrance into my mouth. I open wide to welcome him in. Gently, I suck on his tongue, drawing him in deeper. Each second my desire grows as every nerve in my body is set on fire. My nails draw blood as I dig them into his shoulders, my passion is being unleashed. The grinding of his hips allows his belt buckle to hit m
e in just the right spot. Instantly a moan escapes my quivering lips. His hands on my ass, Braxton grinds his larger than life erection against my heated core. Sweet Jesus, this feels so damn good.

  “Braxton.” I muster a whisper.

  “Feel me Izzy. I want you so fucking bad. I can almost taste it. I want to crawl up deep inside you.” His voice is trembling as his hands, lips and erection are doing such things to my needy body.

  Yes...please!

  Losing all self-control, I let my desire absorb every delectable inch of him. “Braxton. You feel so good.” Even though this feels out of this world, I’m afraid to allow it to happen. “This is still wrong.”

  “No babe, there isn’t a damn thing wrong here. Feels like heaven; feeling you grind on me. My dick has never been so hard in my life. I’ve never wanted a woman like I fucking want you. I need you Izzy. Need some sweetness in my life, like you said earlier, you didn’t know it, but you were spot on. Never had such sweetness before in my life, now that I got a taste of it, I got to have it.”

  I’m suddenly finding myself hauled in his strong arms over to my tiny desk and laid out flat on top of it. Papers were now scattered half on the floor and the other half under my body.

  I am under him and oh my world, the full weight of his strong body feels so damn good. I know I have died and gone to heaven. There are no words to describe the feeling between us right now. His hot breath on my face has me in his trance. Drawing out moans from down deep inside my soul, I swear I let the words slip out of my mouth I have no control over. We fit so well that the bulge between his legs is rubbing my, oh so sweet spot, perfectly. Just the right amount of friction he’s rubbing up and down and then round and round. Never in my life has anyone made me feel like I could explode from just rubbing against me fully clothed. Jesus, Mother. Mary!

  Nuzzling my neck, he bites and licks his way to my ear. “Are you ready for me Izzy?”

  Moaning and sighing, I can only gasp. “Oh Braxton, ahhhh...”

  His stiff arms wrap around my whole body. I have never felt so cherished in my life. Hell, at the moment, I’ll surrender, just to have this man manipulate my body into submission.