by J. L. Beck
“You should’ve left earlier then. This is what your mother and I mean when we say you need to take better responsibility for your actions Brooke.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at Gerald. You would’ve thought I killed someone’s dog the way they were looking at me.
I shifted my attention to the brunette that was sitting directly next to me, her perfectly manicured fingernails tapping against the tablecloth. They were painted a striking red color, the same color she had painted on her lips.
Figures he would go for a brunette after having a blonde.
Was it bad that I could feel my lip rising in a snarl as I eyed her further. She was skinny with a huge pair of tits, though they were probably as fake as her personality.
“Brooke I want you to meet Zane’s new girlfriend, Sarah…” My mother smiled extending her hand to Sarah in a gesture that said welcome to the family. I blinked slowly, trying to hold in the rage that was threatening to bubble over and out of me.
“We aren’t dating…” Zane’s voice was deep and commanding. I lifted my eyes to his and looked at him, really looked at him for the first time in a long time.
“Oh but you will be very soon, my son.” Gerald slapped a hand against Zane’s back and it all clicked into place then. Gerald hadn’t wanted Zane and me together for numerous reasons but the biggest one being that he wanted to decide whom his son was going to marry and be with.
That and my mother would never approve of our relationship because to the public we would be deemed a social outcast.
“We aren’t dating Dad. Nor will we ever be.” Zane shrugged his father’s hand off his shoulder. I had a choice to make. I needed to tell Zane that I was pregnant without being alone with him because if I got alone with him I would break down and I couldn’t handle that right now.
Therefore I would have to announce it to everyone at the table here. My mother was already eyeing me with disapproval, hell she had been since the day I was born. Maybe Zane had been right, maybe I didn’t need to worry about their approval. Still they held all the power because they had all the money.
Either way I couldn’t continue to live this way. Gerald had put so much pressure on me. He wanted me to do what he deemed right when all I wanted was a life with his son. Zane and I had each other before our parents met and decided to marry, so why couldn’t we be happy?
“You’ll make a perfect member of the family Sarah. I promise you that.” My mother was smiling and being sweet, and Sarah was eating that shit right up like she couldn’t see the devil in the details.
I decided then that I was done dealing with this shit. I didn’t have to state who the father was but I’m sure Gerald would figure it out and spill the beans to my mother who would in turn call me later.
“I’m pregnant,” I blurted it out and the entire table went silent. My eyes landed on Zane’s first. Excitement and then shock reflected back at me. I slid my eyes over to Gerald’s and then my mother’s. Anger, disapproval, and shock were marring their features.
“What?” My mother’s tone had turned cold.
“I’m pregnant,” I said it again, this time putting more into it. I didn’t care if they thought the worst of me. The one thing I would never let them do is treat my child like garbage.
“You’re an absolute disgrace.” My mother threw her napkin down on the table, shoving away from it and heading in the direction of what I assumed to be the bathroom. A smile pulled at my lips as I stared at Gerald.
“Do you have anything to say?” I tipped my head sideways at him trying to examine his stone cold features.
“You’ll regret this Brooke.” He sounded so full of himself and maybe he was. Maybe he would make me pay for saying something out loud but if he was half the man he claimed to be, he would’ve let things between Zane and me remain. He wouldn’t have threatened me like he did.
“Brooke…” Zane said my name like a warning… My eyes lifted to his for a millisecond before I too got up and made my way to the front door. Zane was hot on my heels though, his hand wrapping around my upper arm tight enough to stop me.
“Hey, you don’t get to say something like that and just walk away…” Confusion laced his features as he pushed me against the brick exterior of the building. I had nothing to say to him, even if I felt deep down in my chest like I did.
“I have nothing to say to you…” I dipped my head low, trying to pull myself from his grip and get around him. I never expected him to grip me by the chin and force my eyes to meet his.
“Well I have a lot to fucking say to you, so please stay put for the next ten minutes and listen to me very carefully.” I bit my bottom lip, willing the tears away. I wouldn’t break down in front of Zane. Not when he had his new supermodel girlfriend sitting just inside the restaurant.
“Zane…” His name fell from my lips in a moan.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much Brooke. Every night when I go to sleep I think about you. I wonder if you’re okay, and if you’re thinking about me….” His lips pressed against my earlobe.
“I’ve struggled with staying away but have done so because you told me too. It hurt me more than anything Brooke. It was like ripping my fucking heart out and throwing it on the ground, but I did it…” I could feel my fingers sinking into the chiseled muscles of his abs and chest.
“And for what? I still don’t have a reason other than the thought of our parents finding out and being bigger assholes than they already are….” I was weak, so fucking weak. His lips pressed against my throbbing pulse making it jump in my throat. “I’ve thought of all the ways I would kiss you and explore you when I saw you again. How I would take you over my knee and spank you for hurting me so badly. How I would make you beg for your release when my cock splits you open again. I’ve thought about it all…” His voice trailed off and I knew I had to stop him before he said something that would truly send me running back into his arms.
“It’s not yours Zane,” I lied, knowing that would get him to stop, and it did. He pulled away from he within seconds my body going cold with the loss of his touch.
“Are you kidding me Brooke?” he spat, disgust riddling his features.
“It’s not Zane. I’ve been seeing someone else. He doesn’t know yet but I plan on telling him soon.” I exaggerated the story further, hoping he would just let it be and for a second I thought he would until he was on me, my back slamming into the brick wall without warning. The wall bit into my flesh as he held his lips just a few millimeters away from my own.
“You’re a liar and a bad one at fucking that…” he whispered before slamming his lips down onto mine. His kiss was commanding and in it I felt every single emotion he tried to describe to me. Hate, love, pain, and sorrow mixed with happiness and sadness. I hated myself more after that kiss than I had before the kiss happened.
We devoured each other, our lips refusing to separate as our hands roamed all over as if they were doing so for the very first time. I clung to Zane, never wanting to let him go and knowing that lying to him hadn’t worked. Zane knew the baby was his and because he knew the truth, I knew that the next few days were going to be impossibly hard.
I melted into his touch, becoming sedated almost immediately. Zane kisses could bring you to your knees if you let them. When the kiss finally ended I was left breathless.
“That baby is mine Brooke and pretty soon you will be again too. Nothing our parents can say or do is going to stop me from having you again. I love you Brooke.” Zane cupped me by the back of the head and kissed me until I was seeing stars before releasing me.
“But you love her…” I started, knowing that I shouldn’t even believe such nonsense. Zane simply smiled, the cocky boy grin I loved so much showing proudly on his face.
“Jealously don’t look good on you baby… you know I would never find someone else. It was my father who invited her and tried to shove us together. I didn’t even want to talk to her…” I sighed with relief inwardly.
“Okay….” My li
ps trembled, the pregnancy hormones already taking over.
“Don’t worry about anything Brooke. In two days you’ll be back in my arms living with me all over again.” I didn’t know about that. Once he found out his father had threatened me, everything would change.
The truth was bound to come out. I walked away from Zane with a promise to call him and talk things over. What he didn’t know was that I had to decide if my relationship with him was worth risking my entire life.
Then again, my mother probably already had plans to disown me since I made such a horrible scene in the restaurant.
Yeah. I was pretty sure I was already on my way to hell. No point in trying to escape the train now.
I wasn’t stupid. Not as stupid as my father suspected me to be. I had played right into his hand, feeding into his little game without even realizing it. Brooke moving out and refusing to talk to me, the girl mysteriously showing up at my office and trying to get me to go on a date with her.
My father had been behind the entire thing. I just didn’t know why, but I was going to find out. I lingered at the entrance of his office wondering what kind of problems I could stir up here at the office for him. Would quitting really hurt him like I wanted it to?
“Why did you do it?” I couldn’t stop the word vomit once it came out.
“Do what son?” My father looked up at me, placing the pen in his hand back on the desk.
“Fuck with Brooke and me…?” I hadn’t talked to Brooke since that night at the restaurant but I was going straight to her once I was finished here and she would tell me whatever it was that my father wouldn’t.
My father’s expression turned bewildered. “Brooke and you. You talk as if you were an item and not just friends?” I raised an eyebrow up at him pushing off the doorframe. Did he think I was that dumb?
“Don’t play dumb with me. I don’t know what you told Brooke or what you did for that matter, but I’ve pieced the puzzle together pretty good on my own. That baby she’s carrying is mine and if I find out…”
My father shook his head. “Now you don’t know that Zane. Brooke was very sexually active. It could be any viable male’s baby on that campus…” I didn’t know what it was that sent me over the edge. It could’ve been the fact he was insinuating that Brooke was a whore, or that I wasn’t the father….
Either way I was across the room in a second, my fist slamming down on his desk causing all the items to scatter. He narrowed his eyes, a look of shock glossing over his face.
“Brooke isn’t a whore if that’s what you’re trying to get at and I love her, so next time you decide to say something shitty about the woman maybe say it to someone else, because I won’t hesitate to land this fist against your jaw instead of your desk…” I was seething, my rage mounting and my father was the gasoline, pouring more fuel onto the fire.
“Are you threatening me?” I looked my father straight in the eyes for the very first time in a long time. What I saw was nothing. His heart had died with my mother and the person that was left behind with her death was nothing but a shell of the person he used to be and that hurt me.
“It’s not a fucking threat. I will make you regret ever fucking with Brooke and me. I don’t care what you and Sandra think of us being together. It’s not your lives. I’m going to go talk to Brooke and if she tells me at all that you had something to do with any of the this shit I will be quitting…” My fist unclenched against the hard grain of the wood. I knew my father was responsible for all of this. I just wish I had discovered it sooner.
“We won’t let you two be together. It’s wrong.” I bit the inside of my cheek, the taste of blood filling the small cavity.
“Us being together is affecting no one…” I roared, tired of feeling like I wasn’t good enough. This was what Brooke had been running from; why she wanted to keep our relationship a secret when it was clearly evident they knew we were together all along.
My father’s gaze turned cold. “Sandra and I have important reputations to uphold…” he whispered quietly as if he was trying to keep the conversation under wraps. Other employees had heard the commotion taking place in his office and slowed down to take a look.
I didn’t care. Not one single fuck would be given to my father after what he had done to Brooke and me.
“Fuck your reputation…” I growled, the words spewing from my mouth as I slammed both fists down on the desk before him. I leaned into his face, a man I used to love reflected back at me. He was still the same on the outside but the person he was underneath the skin and bones wasn’t.
“I will not let you hurt me anymore. If you don’t like what I’m doing with my life then fuck you….” I narrowed my eyes at him, before shoving away from the desk and in the direction of the door. Brooke would provide me with all the answers I needed and when she did, I would be done here.
“All it takes is one phone call son. One call to Sandra and Brooke’s college career is over. Do you really want to do that to her?” I clenched my jaw so hard I was sure it would snap, my teeth grinding together as I swiveled around on my heels, crossing the room once more. This old bastard needed to be taught a lesson.
Within seconds I had him by the throat, my father, the man that had brought me into this world, was slammed against the wall, and my fingers were circling around his windpipe. He stared at me, his expression still lifeless.
“Don’t threaten me with that shit. If you want to do it, then do it. I’ll provide Brooke with better, either way…” I squeezed, warning him that if he said another word to me I would destroy him.
I was past hating my father and his evil wife. The way they made me feel was on a whole other realm of emotion. When I released my father he let out a ragged cough, gulping in copious amounts of oxygen.
“You will regret this Zane.” The words vibrated right through me.
“No. The only thing I regret is being your son.” I didn’t try and hide the hate that I had for him from my voice. I didn’t care if he knew or what he knew for that matter. The damage had been done already.
I walked out of his office and gathered up my small amount of belongings, placing them all in a box. His eyes stayed trained on me watching me place every single item in the box. Once finished, I closed the door on this chapter of my life and walked down to the parking garage.
I needed to see Brooke now and explain everything that had happened. More than that, I needed to tell her that things were going to change.
I had texted Brooke what seemed to be a million times but couldn’t have been more than five. We needed to talk and we needed to do so now. I walked to her dorm room and waited outside for her like she instructed. My anxiety seemed to build with every passing second.
When she finally appeared in front of me, I took her small frame up in my arms squeezing her tightly against my chest. She was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt and her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head but I didn’t care.
“What’s going on? Your texts made it seem like something was wrong,” she started but I stopped her, my lips pressing against hers stealing both our breaths away. When I finally had my fill of kisses I spoke.
“I pieced the puzzle together. I know my father did something and I want to know what it is Brooke.” I held her fragile face in my hands, pleading with my eyes only for her to just spill the beans.
“I think we should go somewhere and talk about this…” Her eyes skirted from mine and to those passing by that seemed to be interested in our conversation.
“Okay… let’s walk to the cottage.” I released her face and took her hand in mine, starting in the direction of the cottage.
“No Zane. I won’t go back there… Your father, he has…” she mumbled. “Cameras up…” My entire body locked up, acid rising in my throat as I digested what she had said.
“Cameras?”” I turned to face her once more completely shocked. She nodded her head up and down.
“He….” She stumbled over her words nervous
ly. “He knew we were together because he watched the recordings of us coming in and out of the house….”
That bastard.
He had been playing us all along.
“Then you didn’t leave because you wanted to end things between us?” The answer to this question was one I had been eager to hear since the moment she left.
Tears welled in her eyes as she shook her head no. “He threatened me.” Brooke’s voice was fragile and I knew then that I would make my father pay for hurting the woman I loved.
“He can’t hurt us anymore baby.” I pulled her small frame into my arms tucking her head under my chin. My body warmed all over when she wrapped both arms around my middle.
“They’re going to take my degree. I can’t afford classes here without the money from them…” I sucked in a breath.
“I’ll do what I can with the money I have. We can pay the rest of this semester off and go from there…” The need to make things right and better for Brooke was overshadowing everything else. She had been in her own personal hell for the last few weeks being the one that had to put an end to our relationship.
Now she was pregnant with our baby and there was no denying that I would be claiming her as more than just a girlfriend.
Our parents didn’t want us together for numerous reasons, so us being together would be the best kind of payback.
“Let’s go back to our bed. I’ve missed you so fucking much its not even funny.” I would rip the cameras down or cover them with something but I was bringing Brooke back to the cottage with me. I was done letting my father win. I would get my forever even if he hadn’t.
Brooke was my everything and the baby that was growing inside her was going to be our chance at a future, and I would destroy anyone that tried to get in the way of that.
“I don’t want your father watching us…” Brooke peered up at me between her long brown eyelashes. God, she was beautiful. I had missed her touch, scent and overall presence more than I had expected to. I was holding out for the moment when she would come running back to me, but I understood why she hadn’t now.
