Untitled Until Brandon

by Natasha Madison

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  Table of Contents

  Until Brandon

  A note from Aurora Rose Reynolds

  Happily Ever Alpha Kindle Worlds Titles

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Epilogue

  Epilogue Two

  Books by Natasha Madison

  Dear Readers,

  Welcome to the Happily Ever Alpha Kindle World. I personally chose each author participating in the Happily Ever Alpha Kindle World because I love their books, and the way they tell a story. That said, this book is entirely the work of the author who wrote it, and I didn’t have any part in the process of writing the story.

  Enjoy the BOOM!

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  Aurora Rose Reynolds

  Happily Ever Alpha Kindle Worlds Titles

  Happily Ever Alpha Kindle Worlds is based on the bestselling Until Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds. Every single author included in the world has been hand-picked by Ms. Reynolds.

  Some of the authors have chosen to write about characters or couples that you have met in the series, while others have just referred to a place or person from one of the Until books.

  Every book is a stand-alone, there is no reading order.

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  by Jenika Snow

  Until More

  by S. Van Horne

  Until Nox

  by Layla Frost

  Until We Meet Again

  by K.D. Robichaux

  Until Avery

  by Brynne Asher

  Until Arsen

  by K.L. Donn

  Until Leo

  by Rochelle Paige

  Until The Summer

  by Elle Jefferson

  Until Kayla

  by CC Monroe

  Until You

  by Samantha Lind

  Until Sunrise

  by Sarah O'Rourke

  Until Brandon

  by Natasha Madison

  Until I Saw You

  by Jordan Marie

  Until Mallory

  by Ella Fox

  Until Susan

  by C.P. Smith

  Until Rayne

  Elle Christensen

  Dedication

  Chrystal, who knew that one message would lead to a friendship that I will cherish forever.

  Chapter One

  Brandon

  “Why the fuck am I not balancing?” I look at the computer, and all I see are jumbled numbers in columns. I have just gotten the monthly spreadsheet back from my sister, November—well, my stepsister.

  The cursor on the screen just sits there waiting for me to enter something, but I have no idea why I’m not balancing. Another month of not balancing in the books. The knock on the door makes my head snap up from the computer. I’ve been running Teasers, the only gentlemen’s club in town, for the past five years. Many people call it a strip club, but that isn’t what this is. I mean, the women do strip, and they are naked, but let’s give them the respect they deserve.

  I inherited the club from my stepdad, Mike. My parents divorced when I was fourteen, and my mother moved back to her hometown and fell in love with her ex. I want to say I didn’t give my mother problems, but I can’t. I was that kid who pushed every single boundary she set until Mike stepped in and showed me what a real man does for his woman and love. He took me under his wing, guided me, and most of all, he loved me. So when I turned eighteen, I took his last name. Proudly. With Mike came his daughter, November, her husband, Asher, and their five kids, all girls. I swear I think my brother-in-law will jump off a bridge soon. But I am the best uncle you could ask for.

  I pick up the phone and dial November, who answers on the first ring. “You saw the numbers,” she says, not even saying hello.

  “Yeah. I just don’t get it,” I tell her as I look at the computer. “It’s been five months. Why can’t we figure out what’s going on?”

  “No idea, brother,” she says. “I think we should show it to Dad to see if maybe he sees something.”

  “Yeah. I think, if anything, he can find it. I just don’t get it.”

  “Okay, I gotta go. It’s soccer practice for the girls. Are you coming for Sunday dinner?”

  I rub my hand over my face. “It’s only Monday.”

  “Yes, but I think Lilly wants to introduce you to someone.” I hear her giggle.

  “No, fuck no,” I hiss out. “The last time she did that, she introduced me to a woman who wouldn’t eat vegetables picked from a tree because it was murder.” Now the giggle turns into a full-blown laugh. “Every single time I bit into a carrot, I think she called me a murderer.”

  “Okay, fine. Either way, I hope to see you Sunday.” I don’t confirm, but then she starts in with, “The girls miss their favorite uncle ...”

  “Fine,” I huff out, “but that was a low blow. See you Sunday.” I hang up the phone and toss it on my desk. Turning my eyes back to the screen, I have no choice but to go row by row now. A knock sounds on the door. “Come in!” I yell out and see that it is Rebecca. Rebecca has been working for me since last year.

  “I brought you coffee,” Rebecca says, handing me a cup. Wearing a lace thong and the matching push-up bra, she has fake size D breasts that don’t even move. She bats her eyelashes at me while I give her a fake smile, a smile that I am just doing to be polite.

  “You didn’t have to bring me coffee,” I tell her. She has been after me or, better yet, my cock since the day she started here. If it was up to her, she would have already moved into my house and had a five-carat ring sitting on her left hand. Little does she know that I will never shit where I eat. Which means I will never touch one hair on her head. I never touch any of my girls; it’s a line that Mike told me to draw in the sand, and I’ve stuck with it.

  She walks around the desk and leans her hip against my desk. “I know I didn’t, silly. I wanted to.” She smiles at me, the smell of her perfume stinging my eyes.

  “Well, thank you anyway.” I feel my white dress shirt strangle my neck with the feel of her heat next to me. I’m trying to think of something to get away from her when there is a knock on the door. “Come in.” It comes out louder than I thought it would. I get up from my chair and walk around the desk as my uncle Joe walks in. He spots Rebecca right away, walking to the door.

  “See you later,” she says, bouncing out with a smile.

  “That girl is like a fucking jellyfish; she latches on, and you can’t get rid of her till you pry that fucker off.” Joe looks back at the door while I smile. “How are you doing?”

  “I’m good; just trying to get Mikki’s spot filled,” I say, thinking about Mikki, who was our number one girl. She brought in the high rollers, and she lapped it up each time. So much so, that she put herself through law school. They thought she was a bimbo who didn’t know anything, so the look on their faces when she told them she passed the bar was pure satisfaction.

  “It’s going to be hard to fill, but I have no doubt you will,” he says, sitting in the chair right in front of my desk.

  “Yeah, I’m not too sure about that.
” I try thinking of ways to bring in new clientele.

  I lean back in my chair when a knock on the door makes us look back. We see Sebastien, the doorman, poke his head in.

  “Hey, boss, I thought you would like to know that someone is here for a job.”

  My uncle Joe smiles. “See, told you.”

  “Well,” Sebastien starts, “the thing is she doesn’t come off as a dancer.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask him, standing up to walk around the desk and sliding my hands in my pockets.

  He just puts his hand up to stop me from asking questions and goes to the door to open it. He nods his head, and the woman walks in. “Gentlemen, this is Aurora.”

  My heart stops, the feeling of fullness fills me. My stomach clenches just by looking at her. My breathing soft and slow. She walks in smiling at Joe first and then at me when she sees me.

  If I thought I was a goner just by looking at her, the minute her eyes meet mine … I see it. I feel it. Mine. I don’t know how I know, but fuck, I’veheard my family all discuss the boom. Every single one of them succumbing to this boom. At first, I didn’t think I would get it, but now? Now, I fucking see it.

  Her golden hair, cascading to her waist, makes me want to bury my hands in it to pull, hold, soothe. Her soft gray eyes hold a sadness in them, the light gone. Her nose is sprinkled with little freckles. Her lips are perfect, so fucking perfect and full. She looks down, tucking her hair behind her ear. Wearing a pair of black ripped jeans, she stands there, and I think she must be at least five-foot-eleven, maybe even six-foot.

  “Aurora.” I let the name roll off my tongue. “Please come in.” I motion for her to take a seat while Joe gets up and heads to the door.

  “I should be going,” he says. “Aurora, good luck, but from the looks of it, I don’t think you are going to need it.”

  “Thank you,” she whispers as she sits down in the chair and wraps her purse strap around her hands.

  I turn, walking around the desk to sit down and look at her as she fidgets nervously with trembling hands.

  “Here is my resume.” She hands me a file that I don’t open.

  “I’m Brandon.” I smile at her as she looks at me, almost like she’s scared. “So, Aurora, tell me, how old are you?” Totally not even part of the interview process, and it goes against everything I’ve been taught.

  “What?” she asks, her eyebrows going up. “I’m over twenty-one if that is what you are worried about.”

  “Do you have any experience?” My blood boils as I think of other men seeing her dance.

  “No.” She looks down at her hands. “I’ve never done this.” She looks back up at me. “But I can learn. I only have one deal breaker.”

  “And what is that?” My thumb starts drumming on the desk.

  Her voice comes out soft. “I just can’t work nights.”

  “Why not?” I ask, needing to know if she has a man back home. I don’t think I breathe till she answers my question.

  “I take care of my sister at night,” she says, and my heart continues to pound. “I can’t leave her alone.”

  “What hours are you available?” I ask her, and I’m not really sure if it even matters. At this point, I don’t give a shit if she can be here for only twenty minutes a day; I’m going to make it work.

  “I can be here from eight to five. I need to be home by five-thirty.”

  “You start tomorrow,” I tell her, and the light fills her eyes. The defeat that was there is almost gone. “Be here at eight. I will be waiting for you.”

  She nods her head and smiles, and my whole chest fills with something I can’t explain. “See you then.” She stands up, holding her hand out to shake mine. When her hand slides into mine, my heart stops. It’s stupid—I know this—but she fits me perfectly.

  After she leaves, I’m watching the doorway when Joe knocks and comes back in.

  “So is she going to work?” he asks me, sitting in the same chair that she just left in front of my desk.

  “Yup. She starts tomorrow at eight a.m. until five p.m.,” I tell him, drumming my thumb on the desk.

  “Care to explain how you are going to be here at eight when you stay till closing? And while you’re explaining that, do you want to explain what the fuck she is going to do till four, when we actually open?” He puts his hands together as he stares at me, hiding his smirk.

  “She can do office work,” I tell him. “I need help.”

  “Since when?” He stands now, coming at me, knowing he has me, and I have no answers. None. “That’s what I thought.” He laughs, walking out of my office. I stand here not sure I want to move in case her citrus scent goes away. I don’t know how long I stand here, and I don’t know how I finish off the night, but tonight, when I walk into my house at almost four a.m., I know I’m going to be dragging my ass in the morning. Yet I can’t wait to see her again.

  Chapter Two

  Aurora

  “I got the job,” I tell my sister, Cassie, excitedly when she walks into the apartment after school.

  She mumbles a sarcastic, “Hooray,” as she walks to her bedroom, slamming the door shut.

  I turn and walk to the kitchen, opening the fridge and seeing it almost bare. Closing it, I go to the cupboards and find a box of Kraft Dinner. “I guess it’s just a KD type of night.” I talk to myself as I get the pot out, put water in it, and turn on the two-burner stove.

  Turning, I take in the meek apartment because Cassie isn’t the only one going through a tough time. Both our lives changed, and nothing was for the better. I was studying to be a psychologist in college when I got the dreaded news my parents were killed in a head-on collision.

  Gone were all my dreams of becoming a social worker, and in their place was the responsibility of taking care of my sister. Thank god, my fourteen-year-old sister was at home and not with them when the accident happened. I rushed home to be by her side, and it was us against the world.

  We had no one else besides each other; our parents were both only children, and their parents were gone even before I came into the picture five years before Cassie.

  As there was no one else to step up to the plate, it had to be me. “It’s just a bump in the road,” I kept whispering to myself. Just a tiny pit stop that only seemed to get longer and longer.

  The insurance money went straight to legal fees. You see, Cassie, a straight A student, rebelled and started hanging with the wrong crowd. Jerimiah was her new boyfriend—her way over eighteen boyfriend—and no matter how many times I forbade her to hang around with him, it was inevitable. One Friday night while I was curled up on the couch, the police knocked on my door. My sister had been arrested for possession with intent to sell.

  I was in shock and then felt horror and then rage; I wanted to kill her. The drugs obviously weren’t hers, but they were in her bag on her back when they were found. She spent three days in lockup before I could get in touch with a lawyer who would take the case. The thought of leaving her in the jail cell pushed me to my breaking point, and I caved and hired the best attorney in the state.

  The money from the sale of our childhood home went straight into the lawyer’s hands. I leased the only thing I could possibly afford, which was a one-bedroom apartment. The apartment is bleak with one futon and a small television. Luckily, it came with appliances, so I didn’t have to buy those. The only thing that looks like home is my sister’s bedroom. It is the only thing I kept from the house.

  She got off on just probation with the stipulation she is to be under my supervision from the time school lets out until it starts in the morning. Something she is pissed about. Like it’s my fault we have nothing left. Like I’m the one who blew whatever inheritance we had.

  I get up when I see steam coming from the pot and pour the macaroni into the water, stirring it a couple of times. I call Cassie as soon as it’s done. “Ugh, mac-n-cheese,” she groans, throwing herself into one of the chairs at our two-chair table. “Gross.”

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bsp; “Well, until I get paid, this is the only thing we can afford,” I tell her and hope she feels bad. She grabs a spoon and takes a couple of bites.

  “What type of job did you get?” she asks me finally, and at times like this, I remember her as the sweet, naïve girl from before.

  “Just office stuff,” I tell her, not sure how she is going to take me dancing at a gentlemen’s club. I’ve been searching for a job for the past year, and nothing, nothing is sticking. I had to sell the car two months ago just to pay rent. It was dire. And then my neighbor transferred out of the city for work, and she handed me her car. I was so excited, but it’s either about to die on me, or I’m going to fall through the floor.

  “That is good,” she says.

  The night goes by like every other night. The routine never changes. We eat dinner, and then I sit on the futon, which converts to my bed, watching Netflix until I pass out, except I toss and turn most of the night.

  I’m so excited about the next day that I hardly sleep. I get up earlier, trying to decide what I should bring with me. I take all my lingerie with me in a backpack—not that it’s a lot—and I wait for Cassie to leave before I walk to the car. Taking a deep breath, I chant, “I can do this,” the whole way over. I can do this.

  I park my car, noticing it is a quarter to eight. I’m early, so I turn off the car and am about to get out when I see a sleek black truck pull into the parking lot and park next to me. When the door opens, I look over and watch as Brandon steps out, my heart beating faster than it did when I first met him. When I walked in the room, the air had suddenly become thicker. Then he asked me questions, and my mouth suddenly got dry, my hands clammy. Twisting the strap from my purse in my hands, I tried to get the hammering in my chest to calm down.