Chapter 11 - Impossible To Handle!

Brian's POV:

She’s yelling at her team, they go per orders and I’m with my eyes on her ass like a fucking magnet and she’s now walking away with a slam of door at her back that snaps me out of my fucking animal trance as I’m aware I must stay put and not engage with her for the moment, BUT IT’S SO FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE TO HANDLE!

I’m sitting on the fucking chair like an Alpha all, but inside I’m crawling like a fucking worm on the floor after her…. Yeah…. No, I now have in my mind all that was talked between her and her boss as it did get recorded, but during it I was so fucked to see her and adorn her and all, that words went past my hearing for the moment.

I’m craving for her and happy on one side she’s back and with me from now on, but not yet. What I’ve suffered for the last month? Well, I think till tomorrow morning, I’ll experience the worst agony yet as I know she’s back, but not in my fucking arms…. To kiss her, to feel her, to all that with her…. I’m swallowing the cascade of saliva she has stirred in my mouth….

I leave the agency with not much further discussions with her boss and head back home, in such disruptions in my heart, body, brain, soul, and yes, not to mention my manhood. I would fucking go straight to her place, but I’m forcing myself to wait until tomorrow morning…. I’m a fucking zombie….

Yeah, she went straight home as I was informed by my people who were positioned all the way from the agency to her place. She didn’t make any stop. I’m in my bed now…. Thinking about her return and all her reactions, the story her boss told me which fractures my heart, not able to fucking sleep…. A little kid waiting for Christmas morning and presents? Nah…. That’s not even one percent from how I’m feeling right now…. But I bet she’s sleeping like a baby from how tired she was…. Yeah…. While I’m a bull in flames and pains…. I had a fucking cold shower when I came back home…. It’s like I haven’t had it…. Anyways…. FUCK!

I can’t fucking wait morning that will send my baby in my house, arms, life and everything included…. It will be a war with her, but I’m so damn fine with it…. I’ll conquer the Angry Baby…. FUCK YES! I’m smirking….

It’s nine in the morning sharp and I’m with the limo and my escort in front of her place. Her people are with their cars as well. We’re all waiting for her to come downstairs and for me to see her as my heart is trembling to catch sight of her again.

What’s taking her so long? She should have been here by now….

“Jefferson?” He’s down the limo, waiting for her and I’ve just called his phone.

“Yes, boss?”

“What’s happening?” Her men are waiting for her at the entrance, one of them with his phone at his ear, saying something to another.

“They don’t get a hold on her. She seems to haven’t answer to any phone call since this morning, but they sent her last night the time when she needs to come.”

WHAT?! NOT ANSWERING?!

I get down the car as my blood and heart are rioting in fright thinking she might have health side effects from her mission. I’m now hearing her guys.

“She’s not answering…. But she gave approval for our submissions and okayed the hour at four in the morning. She was fine.” One of them is with concern in his all and the others are the same.

“Call her ongoing. She said she might not hear it. She barely slept the past month.”

Fuck…. Please, baby…. Be fine…. Be angry for what I care, just be fine and come down….

I’m breathing in despair and by the time I want to yell orders at Jefferson to fucking crash doors to make way for me to go inside to her, she comes out with a pair of black shades, a messy bun, wearing some sexy ass black stilettos, a pair of black leather-like pants embracing her everything, a dark grey satin blouse tucked in her pants in front and out at her back, and a dark leather jacket within her waist. She’s breathtaking….

All of us freeze at her sight with a halt of breath and everything the like. No, she’s not having a purse, but she’s sipping from a coffee-to-go recipient, staring at her guys with I don’t know what look as she’s having the shades on.

Just fuck me already, baby…. JUST FUCK ME!

“Is there a problem, Sam? Close your fucking mouth before I do it for you.” She’s giving her coffee to another and he takes it. No, she’s focused on Sam fucker that I might kill….

“Huh? No, sir. Umm…. You weren’t answering the phone and we were….” He avoids her stare after the ‘huh’ while speaking and she interrupts him playing her voice and moving her head per words at him.

“Yeah. I haven’t. I needed no fucker sounds in my head for a while and I muted the phone. But I saw the calling, hence I’m here. Let’s go. What’s the fucker doing here?” Yeah, the fucker is me….

She’s facing me at some distance with a growling grimace as she’s turned to go and sees me….

The fucker is waiting to fuck you…. In due time, love…. MAN! SHE’S BURNING ME!

I’m with my hands in my pockets, straight in stance, smirking at her and she gets so fucking annoyed as I don’t have shades and she can see my burned-in-wants stare at her.

“I’m here to pick up my fiancée, baby.” She’s set on fire when she hears me addressing her and to my accentuated baby part.

He, he, he…. Come, baby…. Come to me…. Angry steps…. Mmmm…. Ha-ha!

She’s in front of me now and removes her shades to confront my stare like a fiery lion in stance, stare, and attitude, though she’s one head smaller than me.

Stop burning me, love…. I don’t know how much control I can muster anymore…. It’s infectious…. Shit…. I’m breaking….

“What did you say? Let me hear it one more time.”