Brother's Best Friend for Christmas: A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance

by Amy Brent

  “You’re such a fucking asshole,” I said, giving him a hard stare that broke into a grin. “However, you are not wrong.”

  “Wow, look at that smile,” he said, making a goofy face.

  “Shut up.” He was right. I couldn’t stop smiling. I’d been smiling since knocking on Andrea’s door Friday night. “And thank you. She is amazing and we had a great time.”

  “Don’t mention it,” Denny said. He picked up his cup and we started walking out of the coffee bar, which opened into the lobby, which was buzzing with hundreds of employees coming in to work. We headed for the elevators, but both froze when we heard a familiar voice, one heavy with a Russian accent, calling from the front door. We turned to see the guard at the reception desk holding a beautiful woman in a very short dress at bay.

  “Sammy! Denny!”

  “Is that…” Denny mumbled.

  I almost dropped the cup of coffee. “Holy fuck…”

  We turned to see Carina yelling and waving as she brushed past the guard and hurried across the lobby toward us. Even at eight o’clock on a Monday morning, she looked amazing, and was stilled dressed her Club D finest: a strapless, gold mini dress that barely covered her big tits and ass. She was wearing six-inch stiletto heels and had her purse strapped over her shoulder.

  “What the fuck is she doing here?” Denny asked as he forced a smile and waved back at Carina.

  “I don’t know, but we need to get her out of here before anybody sees her.”

  Carina hurried over and fell into my arms. When she pulled back, I could see that she had been crying. “Carina, what are you doing here? You know you’re never supposed to come here.”

  “Oh, Sammy, terrible, I did not know where else to come!”

  Denny took her arm and pulled her over to the side, out of the flow of the busy lobby traffic. He handed her the napkins he was holding under his cup. “Carina, calm down. What’s going on?”

  “It is the police,” she said, dabbing the napkins to her eyes. “Terrible. Terrible.”

  “The police?” Denny and I gawked at each other. “Did the police raid Club D? Why the hell didn’t Lemon call us?”

  “No, no, no, not the club,” she said, clutching at the front of my shirt. “They arrested Niko, my brother. He was at a bar last night and a fight broke out and he beat someone up. They have him in custody this morning!”

  “So just post bail,” I said, putting my hands on her shoulders to try and calm her down. “It’s not that big a deal.”

  “I don’t know how to post bail,” she said, wiping her nose on the back of her hand. “And his Visa is no good. Oh god, Sammy, I am afraid they will deport him back to Russia. You have to help me, Sammy. You are my best friend. You have to help me!”

  Carina moved quickly, wrapping her arms around my waist and burying her face in my chest. She was sobbing, squeezing me. I looked over at Denny, who had a horrified look on his face. We had worked very hard to keep Club D a secret, and to keep our ownership and involvement an even deeper secret. Now, our star attraction was in the IDS lobby hanging on to me like a long-lost love. Everybody was turning to stare at us. One guy started to take a picture, but the look on my face told him I’d shove that phone up his ass if he didn’t put it away.

  Denny tried to stand between us and the crowd, then said over his shoulder, “Sammy, you need to get her out of here, fast.”

  “Okay, okay, okay, calm down, look, I’ll help you,” I said, pushing her back so I could look her in the eyes. “I’ll go with you to the police station and Denny will call our lawyer and have him meet us there. Okay, just calm down. We’ll get Niko out of jail and get his Visa reinstated. Somehow. Just please, calm down and let’s go.”

  “Oh, Sammy, I knew I could count on you!” Without warning, Carina wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a kiss on me that would have made lesser men melt in their jeans. She clasped my ears between her hands and shoved her tongue in my mouth and pressed her tits against my chest. She brought up her right leg and hooked it around my leg and ground her pussy against my thigh. She held on tight. It took me a moment to pry her loose.

  “We can’t do that here,” I said, my hands firmly on her arms to keep her back. She reached for my belt and gave me a sly grin.

  “Maybe we do it in the car on the way to the police station,” she said, eyes sparkling now. “Little high-speed fuck and suck?”

  “No, dammit, Carina, stop it!” I turned to Denny. “We’re going to the police station. Call Carl King and have him meet us there.”

  “Got it, now go,” Denny said, pushing me toward the door. “Before anyone gets suspicious.”

  I put my arm around Carina and led her out the door to my car. She kept clawing at me playfully. Any other time I would have banged her right there in the parking lot. Or taken her to my house and turned her every which way but loose. But this morning, my cock ignored Carina’s advances. It was still sleeping peacefully in my jeans, dreaming sweet dreams of Andrea Nichols.

  Chapter 19: Andrea

  I was running late on Monday morning because I could hardly pry myself out of bed. While my weekend with Sammy had been wonderful, it had left me exhausted and more than a little sore. I groaned when the alarm went off at 6 AM and grunted like an old woman as I got out of bed. I felt as if I’d run a marathon while holding a giant sausage between my legs while battling my way through the WWE to make it to the finish line!

  Every muscle ached, my head throbbed like I had a hangover, and my twat was tender, but in a very good way. I was a tough girl. It would heal and be ready to go the next time Sammy the Sausage paid us a visit.

  Because I was running so late I parked in the side parking lot and came in through the locked entrance using my keycard. The side door opened into the lobby near the elevators and I was about to punch the Up button when I saw Denny and Sammy coming out of the coffee bar on the far side of the lobby. Then I saw her. A shapely woman wearing a dress so skimpy you could almost see her crotch and nipples. She called out to Denny and Sammy and ran toward them in stiletto heels. She fell into Sammy’s arms and gave him a big hug. I froze in my tracks, then stepped behind a large potted plant to spy on them.

  “Oh my god, do you know who that is?” a voice whispered from behind me. Startled, I turned to see Regina, Denny’s secretary, standing close behind with a devious grin on her lips.

  “No, who is it?”

  “That’s Carina Caro something or other. She’s the Russian girl, the one who works at Club D. They call her, ‘The Girl with the Million Dollar Pussy’.”

  “Who calls her that?”

  “The guys,” she said. “Denny, Isaac, and Sammy.”

  I gave her a sideways frown while keeping my eyes on the woman, who was practically wrapping herself around Sammy, and it didn’t look like he was trying too hard to resist.

  I asked, “Club D? What’s that?”

  She scoffed in my ear. “Seriously, you don’t know about Club D? Everybody knows about Club D.”

  I watched the woman clutching at Sammy’s shirt, pulling him into her. Clearly, she was upset and her presence in the IDS lobby was unnerving Denny and Sammy. Denny pulled her off to the side and Sammy was trying to shield her from view.

  “I’ve never heard of the place,” I said. “What is it? And who is she?”

  “Club Votre Desire? Club D? It’s the private club Sammy, Denny, and Isaac own. It’s basically a high-end brothel slash freak show, and that—” she gave the woman now burying her face in Sammy’s shirt a disgusted look— “Is Carina something or other, their star attraction. Pick any hole in her body and a cock has been inside it, usually Sammy’s. Rumor has it that she is the highest paid hooker in the land.”

  “How do you know that?” I asked, watching the horror unfold before my eyes as the woman started kissing Sammy and grinding her cunt into his leg right in front of everyone. Sammy had his hands on her arms, trying to push her away, I suppose, though it didn’t look like he was trying t
oo hard.

  “I’ve been Denny’s secretary for years, darling. I know everything.” She leaned in and lowered her voice. “Supposedly, Carina and Sammy have always been close. They sort of have a thing going, to hear Denny tell it. They usually spend the weekends together at the club. God knows how much Sammy has paid her over the years, probably more than you or I will ever make working for him. Sad, a great guy like that paying a whore for sex every weekend. Go figure.”

  “Yes, go figure,” I said, trying to breathe as I watched the man I had spent the weekend with walking out the door with the Russian whore. A thick wave of nausea washed over me. I could taste vomit in my throat. When Sammy and the woman disappeared, I turned to Regina and took her hand. “Come on.”

  She frowned at me. “Where are we going?”

  “To my office,” I said as I dragged her toward the elevators. “You’re going to tell me everything you know about Club D.”

  Chapter 20: Sammy

  Boy, did my day go to hell in a handbasket quickly. By the time I got Carina out of the building, into my car, and down to the police station, our lawyer Carl was already there talking the watch commander. He had arranged to post Niko’s bail, but could do nothing about the VISA. That would be between Niko and the department of immigration.

  Carina pitched a Russian fit, but she finally understood there was nothing Carl or I could do other than vouch for Niko, which Carl wasn’t willing to do given his record. Turned out, Niko was a criminal who deserved to be booted out of the country. I didn’t tell Carina that because I knew how that would go over. And I didn’t have time to deal with an insane Russian hooker, not today, not when I had lunch plans with Andrea.

  “Carina, trust me, it will be fine,” I said, lying well enough to convince her to let go of my arm. I was a big, strong guy, but she had a death grip on me that I had not been able to pry loose. “Go with Carl. He’ll get Niko out on bail, then you guys make an appointment with immigration to get the VISA straightened out.”

  “You are in the country legally, aren’t you?” Carl asked, giving Carina a wary eye.

  “What? Of course, I am here legally, you stupid man,” she huffed and turned to look at me. “What kind of stupid question is that? Who is this idiot?”

  “This is the idiot who is going to get your brother out of jail,” I said, putting my hands on her shoulders and giving her a little shake. “Take it easy and be nice.”

  She blinked at Carl with tears in her eyes. “I am sorry. Maybe you are not so much the idiot after all.”

  “I’m just making sure your legal status is in order before we talk to INS about your brother,” Carl said, holding up his hands to placate her. As he took her arm to lead her away, he glared at me and growled. “I’m billing you double for the this.”

  “I would have been disappointed if you hadn’t,” I said with a relieved smile. “I owe you.”

  “Yes, you do.”

  “Wait,” Carina said, pulling her arm from Carl’s grasp. She ran to me and threw her arms around my neck. “Thank you, Sammy, thank you for helping me. I pay you back big time this weekend at club.”

  “Okay, that sounds great,” I said, letting her hug my neck. When she released me, I turned and hurried out of the building before she could say anything else. As much as I loved spending time with Carina, I loved spending time with Andrea even more. I doubted I would ever go back to Club D or sleep with Carina again. We’d had out fun, but now, it was time to look toward the future. And my future did not include weekends with Carina at Club D. Not anymore.

  Chapter 21: Sammy

  It was nearly noon by the time I got back to IDS. I ducked into the cafeteria, expecting Andrea to be waiting there, but she was nowhere in sight. I tried texting, then calling her, but her phone went straight to voicemail. When I got to her office, I found the door closed and the light off.

  I walked over to Denny’s office and asked Regina, his secretary, if she knew where Andrea was. “Hey, have you seen Andrea?”

  “Well, hello to you, too, Comrade Branniff,” Regina said, looking up with a snarky grin. “Did you take care of your little babushka?”

  “Babushka means old woman,” I said, rolling my eyes and blowing my cheeks out at her. Regina was one of the few IDS employees who knew about Club D, thanks to Denny’s inability to take a shit without Regina involved. “And yes, problem solved. Have you seen Andrea?”

  “Funny thing,” she said, resting her chin on her fist and narrowing her eyes at me. “Andrea saw your little international incident down in the lobby, then got very interested in who the woman was and why she was hanging onto you like a bloodsucking tick on a very large dog.”

  I glared at her. “What did you tell her?”

  Regina smiled the smile of a woman who knew a secret and loved the power it gave her. “Oh, I just told her all about your little fun house in the mountains and how that charming young woman was the star attraction of the freak show.”

  Fuck! If she had been a dude I would have flattened her right then and there. My fingers flexed into fists at my sides. My nostrils flared like a mad bull’s. I resisted the urge to throw her through the window behind her. “What else did you tell her?”

  “I might have said something about you doing everything you could to build good relations with Russia.” She started to smile. She had no idea what she had done. “Relax, Sammy, your secret’s safe. Denny trusts her completely. She’s not going to say anything.”

  “Regina,” I said as calmly as I could.

  She was still smiling, clueless. “Yes?”

  “You’re a fucking cunt!”

  As I stomped away, I could have sworn that I heard her chin drop all the way to her desk. She’d probably file a complaint with HR, but I didn’t care.

  All I cared about was finding Andrea and telling her the truth.

  Whatever that truth happened to be.

  Chapter 22: Andrea

  Wow, did I feel like a total fool...

  I thought Sammy Branniff was this great, caring guy who was single only because he spent way too much time building a billion-dollar company while ignoring his personal life.

  That’s how Denny sold it.

  Poor Sammy.

  He’d worked so hard for so long and just never had time to meet a nice girl.

  Well, why would you worry about meeting a nice girl when you owned a FUCKING WHOREHOUSE!!

  Don’t get me wrong. I’m no prude. And I know a girl has to make a living anyway she can, but Jeez Louise… I never suspected that the potential man of my dreams might be a fucking pimp! The man of my dreams was now a fucking nightmare! Maybe I should have asked him where that thing had been before letting him shove it inside me…. EW!!!

  I tried to be cool as Regina told me all about Club D, spilling the beans on everything Denny—who, turned out, couldn’t keep a secret if his life depended on it—had told her.

  Club Votre Desire was actually a secluded estate in the hills north of the city staffed by dozens of beautiful women who were there just to pleasure the rich men who paid millions of dollars to become members and millions more to have their way with the girls.

  Sammy, Isaac, and Denny started the place as their own private sandbox and regularly had their way with the girls. The girl in the lobby, the gorgeous Carina, was Sammy’s favorite. Denny said Sammy always capped off the weekend by going to Carina’s suite and didn’t come out till late on Monday morning.

  The thought of Sammy having sex with her made my stomach churn.

  Again, I’m no prude and I try not to judge, though sometimes I fail miserably. Like now. If a woman chooses to make her living peddling her pussy that’s fine with me, but I am not a fan of the men who take advantage of such girls, especially the pimps that use and abuse the girls for their own sexual pleasure and monetary gain.

  Did Isaac, Denny, and Sammy not have enough money?

  Did they really need to make a few extra bucks on the backs of these poor girls?

&
nbsp; No matter how fancy the place was it was still a whorehouse and she was a whore and Sammy was her pimp. Period. End of story.

  I didn’t know how I would ever face Sammy or Denny again.

  Or how I could go back to IDS.

  Dammit, I couldn’t in good conscience continue working for them, not now, not knowing the kind of horrible men they really were.

  When Regina finished dishing up the dirt, and giggling all the way through like it was no big deal, I thought the bagel I’d scarfed down for breakfast was going to come back up and show itself all over her desk.

  “You don’t look well,” she said with a concerned look. “Are you okay?”

  “Too much vino this weekend,” I said, putting my hand to my mouth to stifle a vomit burp. “I’m going to take the day off. Please tell Denny I’ll call him later.”

  I grabbed my purse and managed to get out of the building without having to talk to anyone else. I drove straight home, locked the door, took off my clothes, and got down on my knees in front of the toilet, waiting for the nausea to ease or my stomach to erupt. After a few minutes, my stomach settled down a bit, but I still felt like crap, so I crawled back into bed.