by D. Camille
The fact that she’d never received flowers didn’t sit well with him and it showed on his face as Rion entered his office.
“Damn, what’s wrong with you?” Rion asked coming to take a seat.
Brandon shook his head. “Just something I need to rectify.”
Rion nodded. “Cool, why did you need to see me?”
“I need to talk to you about something serious,” Brandon told him.
“Is it about Tauri?” Rion asked concerned immediately.
“Yes, it is.”
Rion’s eyes narrowed. “Okay, what’s up?”
“My father went to Africa around ten years ago and met a woman, who he says he’s in love with,” Brandon explained.
“What does this have to do with Tauri?” Rion asked confused.
Brandon looked at his friend. “The woman is Victoria Patterson.”
Rion froze. “Victoria Patterson? Tauri’s…mother?”
“Yes, and he wants her to come back to Detroit.”
Rion stood to his feet. “Brandon what the hell is going on?”
“I just found out Rion. My father kept this from me too.”
“But…how?” Rion said trying to sort out what this meant.
Brandon stood as well. “He says she’s a changed woman.”
“Do you know what she did to my wife? To our grandparents?” Rion questioned.
“This is why I wanted to talk to you first. You tell me how you want to handle this,” Brandon told him.
Rion shook his head. “Tauri doesn’t want to see her.”
“Are you going to tell them when she gets here?” Brandon asked.
Rion turned to him. “I have to. I can’t just let them run into her on the streets.”
“Did the judge know what he was doing?” Rion demanded.
“He says he tried to get her to come back a while ago, but she wouldn’t. Apparently she’s ready now,” Brandon informed him.
“Your father with Tauri’s mother?” Rion sighed. “Damn.”
“That’s what I said too,” Brandon agreed. “I’ve warned my father that if she causes trouble…”
“Granddaddy Patterson is not going to have that at all,” Rion told him. “Victoria is his daughter but Tauri is his baby.”
“Maybe they can reconcile, Rion. It’s been a long time,” Brandon suggested.
Rion looked at him in confusion. “You do know my wife? The prosecutor here, who sends people to prison without an ounce of remorse and carries a gun.”
“I don’t think this is going to be a happy reunion,” he finished.
“Look Rion, I’m between a rock and a hard place here. I’ve got my father professing his love for the woman and then the Pattersons, who probably never want to see her again. I need your help on this one.”
“Let me talk to my wife,” Rion said quietly. “I’ll let you know.”
“Hopefully this doesn’t turn into a firestorm…” Brandon said shaking his head.
“Granny and Tauri meeting Victoria…hell yeah it’s going to be a firestorm.”
******
Mac took her flowers home and placed them in the vase she’d stopped to pick up along the way. Never having been the recipient of flowers before, she had nothing at home to hold the fragrant bouquet. Filling the crystal with water, she added the red tipped stems and took them up to her bedroom where she sat them on her nightstand.
Sitting on the bed, Mac stared at the arrangement in wonder. Who knew getting flowers could make a girl so happy. When Brandon had asked her where she was having lunch today, she hadn’t thought twice about his request. Little had she known, he’d been planning this surprise for her.
Now that they were on the other side of all of this mess, Mac was determined to focus more on her personal relationships…the one with Brandon and the one with her parents. During the time of her trial against the police department, she had been at odds with them over the years, they’d all just fallen into a co-existence. Since she was now contemplating babies who would be their grandchildren, Mac thought it was a good time to truly reconcile with her family.
Giving the bouquet one last glance, she left the room and headed back to her car. Brandon had campaign work tonight so she probably wouldn’t see him until tomorrow or the next day, if their schedules permitted.
Mac drove to her parent’s home leaving the confines of her city. Each time she drove to visit them, she was reminded of her incident with Rion. She wondered if she were stopped today, out of uniform and driving an unmarked vehicle, would she still meet the same fate as before or even worse since women were no exception to brutality.
Driving past the spot, Mac stared out of the window deep in thought. Rion had gone on to become a baseball star and marry the woman of his dreams. If that night had gone any differently, it was a possibility that he’d have never had the opportunity to do any of that. Her thoughts drifted to Tremaine and Terrance, two young men whose lives had been greatly impacted by systematic corruption. They too could have lost their young lives unnecessarily.
A few minutes later, Mac pulled into her parents’ driveway and entered the home. She looked up at the cathedral ceilings as her mother greeted her with a hug and her father with his customary greeting. She took a seat across from him as he watched a television program and her mother sat next to her.
“I wanted to drop by and discuss the wedding plans with you,” Mac told them.
Her father turned to her. “You’ve actually had time to make plans?”
“I’m making the time because it’s important to me.”
“How are you planning to maintain a husband and a household Mac?” he asked.
Mac took a deep breath, like she always did before confronting reporters. “I think that’s between me and Brandon. He understands my job and doesn’t make demands.”
“A man needs his wife at home.”
Mac looked at her mother. “Mommy worked outside the home.”
“Your mother is a doctor.”
Turning back to him, Mac braced herself. “Daddy, you may not respect what I do but I know how important my job is and I know that I do it well. I have nothing to prove to you or anyone else.”
“Brandon appreciates and respects my position. He knows how hard I worked to get here and he supports me in every way possible,” she finished.
Her mother placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled at her. “We’re proud of you Mac. Your father just worries about you but we’re so glad that you’ve found someone to give you what you need. Brandon is a fine young man and we couldn’t have asked for a better man for our daughter.”
“Thank you Mommy.” Mac smiled.
“Listen here, Mackenzie Green,” her father began. “Even through all that stuff that happened in the past, you’re still my daughter…my only daughter. Just because I don’t agree with your choice of profession, I’ll always love you and want nothing but the best for you.”
Mac stood and walked over to hug her father. “I know Daddy. I love you too.”
“You tell your prosecutor that he’d better be good to my little girl or I’m coming to Detroit to raise some hell.”
Mac rolled her eyes playfully. “I know you will Daddy and I’m sure Brandon remembers that you are capable of raising hell,” she said moving back to her seat.
“What plans have you put in place for the wedding?” her mother asked.
“I’ve decided on the week after the election is over.”
Her mother’s eyes widened. “Mac, that’s less than six months away!”
“I don’t want to wait any longer. If it wasn’t for the election, I’d do it this weekend.” Mac told her.
“What’s the rush?” her father asked frowning.
“The rush is that I’m in love with the most incredible man I’ve ever known and I have no reason to wait,” she answered.
“Mac, how are we supposed to get all of this done?” her mother questioned.
“My two friends, Tauri and Khayla hav
e agreed to help,” Mac explained. “This doesn’t have to become an event, Mommy. It’s my wedding.”
“But you’re marrying the Mayor, of course it’s an event!”
Mac sat back on the sofa. “I’m going to do this my way, and as long as Brandon agrees, it doesn’t matter what anyone else wants. We don’t care about the pomp and circumstance.”
Her mother put a hand to her forehead. “My lord, help me.”
“It’ll be beautiful, I promise you.” Mac assured her as her father looked on.
Watching her mother jump to her feet, Mac followed her movements. “I need to get started right now. There’s so much to do.” She scurried out of the room and Mac turned to her father.
“She’s on a mission now,” he commented.
“She’ll have the whole thing planned by the morning,” Mac told him with a smile.
Her father studied her for a moment. “That was the plan.”
“I don’t have time for this, neither do my friends…so I came to get the next best thing. Marilyn Green gets things done. She’ll have the perfect venue at the perfect time with the perfect decorations,” Mac grinned.
“You’re too damn smart for your own good,” her father commented with a smile of his own.
Mac crossed her legs. “This is Mommy’s dream and since I didn’t become a doctor, I’ll gladly let her plan my wedding. This way I can concentrate on maintaining a husband and a household.” She winked at her father.
Two hours later after watching her mother bask in the joy of wedding planning, Mac headed home. She laughed as she thought about her mother’s exuberance and couldn’t imagine what it would be like when she got a grandbaby.
Although, bougie would describe her parents to a tee, they were hers and even through disagreements, she loved them and they loved her. The Drs. Green were well-off and proud of it but they also did their share of giving back through their medical practice.
Mac entered her home and was instantly hit with the aroma. Flicking on the light, her eyes grew wide as she caught her breath. Her eyes scanned the room as she walked slowly inside. Bouquets of roses filled her living room in varying colors.
Smiling she ran to the stairs that were covered with rose petals and rushed up to her bedroom. Throwing open the door, she saw her bed also covered with the colorful petals and a beautifully naked man in the midst of them.
Sexy green eyes snagged hers as she walked over to the edge of the bed. Looking down at him, she smiled slowly.
“You brought me flowers?” she whispered.
“That’s not all baby,” his deep baritone replied.
Mac pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. “I’d like to see what that is.” Slowly she removed her jeans and kicked them away as he watched.
Brandon continued to watch as she climbed onto the bed and over him. Silently, he reached out and removed the tie from her hair and spread the ends apart to fall on her shoulders. Mac pressed closer into his warm, muscular body and kissed him softly.
“You filled my house with roses,” she said against his lips.
“I have to make up for all the days I didn’t give you any.”
Mac lifted her head. “You’re so damn good to me, Brandon.” He turned her over until she was staring up at him.
“Mackenzie…” Brandon took over her mouth in that way that only he could until she clutched at his naked back. Mac flexed her hands against his firm skin and lost herself in his kiss as she wrapped her legs around his back.
Throwing her head back, she closed her eyes tightly as he moved down her neck. When he reached her breasts, he freed them from their constraints before using his lips and tongue to make her arch into him and moan deep in her throat.
Brandon’s hands moved to her panties then slid them over one hip as he tongued her navel. Mac reached down and dragged them down the other side until they were around her thighs. He prevented her from sliding them any lower with his hand on hers.
Brandon sat back on his haunches surveying the beautiful, sexy woman on the bed lying back with her eyes closed. Grabbing some of the petals, he sprinkled them over her breasts and stomach causing Mac to smile and opened her eyes.
“You want me to watch,” she whispered and he nodded slowly.
Removing her panties, Brandon threw them off the bed and turned his attention back to her. Mac sat up and attached her mouth to his again, needing to feel him again.
“I think you missed the Bad Boy today,” he said fondling her breast in his hand. Mac loved how his big palms massaged her aching nubs almost as much as how his mouth teased, licked and suckled her nearly into orgasms.
“He never leaves my mind,” Mac answered wrapping her arms around him, pulling him closer.
Brandon licked a wet trail to her ear. “You know what he likes?”
Tilting her head, Mac groaned. “Yes…”
He moved back and watched as she got to her knees on the bed, taking in her naked curves. Mac lifted her arms into the air and arched her back while she lifted her head to the ceiling in anticipation. When his hands cupped her ass, she released her breath on a sigh as he went about his intense breast play on her engorged nipples.
Brandon continued to please and pleasure her then slid his hand down to her core, where he dallied and dipped until he felt her wetness flooding his fingers. He reached up and grabbed her hair with one hand and held her in place as he engaged and sucked her tongue.
Mac thought she’d never breathe again until he lifted his head. “Turn around beautiful…let me see that sexy ass.”
She gave him a sultry smile as she turned her back to him and lifted her ass into the air. Brandon palmed both cheeks with a deep groan. His ministrations were precise and filled with reverence. He touched and teased, bit and licked, kissed and caressed until she glanced back at him with a grin.
“You know this is a fettish,” she whispered.
“Pygophilia,” he supplied.
She looked at him. “You know the name of it?”
Brandon nodded as he continued worshipping her ass, showing and telling her just how much he appreciated the beauty of it. How it felt in his hands and tasted on his lips. How he loved to watch it in and out of her clothes and how he wanted to be deep inside of her grinding against it.
Mac surrendered to his sexual adoration for a while longer until she felt his positioning of her body and readying of her hot spot with his long fingers. Brandon moved to sit against the headboard and Mac followed seating herself on his strong thighs. He kissed the back of her neck, lifting her hair to whisper sexy instructions in her ear.
Mac spread her legs and accepted his offering as Brandon traced the vertebrae of her spine with a warm hand then with a warm tongue causing her to press deeper on his distended erection making them both release guttural groans.
“Ride it slow baby…” Brandon commanded softly from behind.
Mac felt him reach for something on the bed. The next thing she knew, her blindfold was in place and she placed her hands behind her on his taut abs and begin riding like a ribbon winning equestrian.
Brandon met each bump and grind with strong, sure strokes as the room became filled with sounds of the intense gratification of slickened skin meeting. Mac saw flashing lights behind her closed lids as strong hands and arms guided her through the erotic motions.
Completion hit them both simultaneously, accompanied by shouts of ecstasy. Brandon turned them to their sides with their bodies still connected where they laid together quietly until their breathing returned to normal.
He gathered her hair from her neck and kissed her softly. “Are you still having doubts?”
“No baby,” Mac told him. “Not one.”
“Let’s keep it that way,”
Mac laughed. “Well if you keep doing what you’re doing, that won’t be a problem.”
He pulled her closer with an arm around her waist. “What’s that? Bringing you flowers?”
Grinning Mac said, “Yeah, that
too.”
“The chief is just a freak,”
Mac wiggled her butt. “And the head prosecutor likes ass.”
It was Brandon’s turn to laugh as he began to squeeze her bare cheek. “Then we’re perfect because the chief has all the ass he can handle.”
“It’s all the damn food you feed me,” she complained.
He kissed her shoulder. “No, you’ve always had that sexy ass, believe me I’ve studied it.” Slipping his hand up to her breast, he squeezed.
“In fact, I’m ready to study it some more…”
Chapter 21
Brandon sat across from the reporter for The Detroit News, Cynthia Walters. Derek had set this appointment for him to be interviewed by the award winning journalist who covered the city weeks ago but it had been postponed due to all of the events that had occurred over the past months.
“So, counselor, you’ve been a very busy man,” Cynthia commented. “Prosecuting several high profile cases, running for mayor and engaged to the police chief? Do you sleep at all?”
Brandon smiled. “Prosecuting is my job, running for Mayor is my passion, and Mackenzie Green is my love.”
Cynthia smiled at his response. “Let’s talk about Chief Green. She’s been an asset to our city and the department. This recent discovery of dirty cops has put a black mark on an otherwise spotless record. As Mayor and husband to the chief, how will you deal with future issues within the police department?”
“Chief Green is completely capable of running the Police Department as she has shown over the past four years. Mayor Cavanaugh has nothing but praise for her and the way she has ran things. This current incident was something that was beyond her control, but once it was discovered, she handled it professionally and expediently. I expect no less from her in the future, whether I’m the Mayor or not,” Brandon told her.
“It seems that it’s a done deal at this point that you will be the next Mayor of Detroit,” Cynthia pointed out. “It’s really too late for anyone else to enter and with Patrice Dansby’s situation, she won’t be in the running.”
