Making Out

Brandall is still hugging me while he's on the phone. I cannot hear what are they talking about, but I have an idea that it is about his work.

He waited for the person to answer on the other line. He kisses my exposed shoulder because it's sleeveless. He has already removed the blazer I was wearing before. I blushed at the thought.

I let him talk to a person while I slightly caressed his hair. He broke away from me. "What?" he asked on the other line, stopped kissing my shoulder, and looked at me. His eyebrows meet. My forehead creased at his reaction. "Shit! Is that serious?" he asked.

"Is there a problem?" I mouthed. He shook his head and kissed me lightly on my lips. I bit my lower lip after the kiss. Really, Brandall? He's such a kissing monster.

He broke away from hugging me. "Alright. Alright," he said to the person he was talking to before ending the call.

"What's the problem?" I asked after he put his phone away. He sighed and stroked my hair. I slightly moved my head to the other side to urge him to speak.

Why is Brandall so handsome? His dark eyes lingered on me. Brandall gas this effects on me that I was always mesmerized by his charm.

Brandall is the perfect definition of those rogue and handsome knights. The lineaments of his face were in perfect proportion to each other. He has dark hair that he groomed so carefully, bristly eyebrows, and a hawkish nose. He had defined cheekbones and a concrete jaw. What I love the most is his eyes. His black eyes were as deep and mysterious as the sea, and you could get lost if you stared long enough.

Brandall is a tall man; he's 6 foot 2. He was muscular with broad shoulders and muscles in the right places. I won't blame women who were crazy about him. He has this authoritative aura because of his seriousness. He barely smiles, that's what people say, but when we are alone and with people, he truly cares; he is a sweet and happy man.

I love how he cares so much about me. He is thoughtful, and very easy to be with. I used to be so comfortable with him quickly because he's too honest and never pretends when he's with me. He loved to tease me, but he loved to spoil me.

"I need to meet some of my clients today. Damn. I almost forgot that I had that meeting." he answered my question.

I nodded my head. I somehow felt slight guilt. Did I bug him to work today? I know he is busy, but I missed him today, so I visited him in his office.

I looked at him apologetically. "I'm sorry. I'm bothering you." I said, embarrassed. "I didn't know you had a meeting."

I just went to his office to give him lunch because I was bored at home. I didn't know this would happen. I wanted to surprise him, so I didn't say I was going. And then this whole making-out session occurred.

"Nah. I'm happy you're here. You've never been a bother to me." he said and kissed me tenderly. My heart warmed because of that. I kissed him back.

"See you in my place or your place?" he asked between kisses. I moaned as he freed my lips. I could see the smile on his lips as if he was pleased with my reactions. I bit my lip so hard and smiled even though I was embarrassed.

It's been a month, but I'm still not used to being aggressive with him. I still feel embarrassed. He's intimidating, but I am still comfortable around him and love always being close to him.

"If it's okay, I'll cook for you," I said softly. I want to cook for Brandall, even just those food that can be learned quickly. I only know simple dishes that I know I can cook for him.

It's the same for us. He frequently cooks for me because between us, he is more skilled than me.

Brandall smiled and put the loose hair behind my ear before he stroked my cheek. I smiled and put my hand on his waist. One of his hands went to hug me on my waist, and he made me lean on him. He bent down for us to gaze at each other. My heart starting to get boom! I can hear the marching sound inside me.

"Okay. Let's meet in my place then," he said and gave me two consecutive kisses. I nodded and smiled at him.

This isn't the first time I've been to Brandall's condo. I always stay there with him. It's been my second home, and my own place has become the third on my list.

I am an independent woman. My parents let me have my own place, so I mostly lived alone. But I still go home every once or twice a week since my father only lives alone in our home.

I am an independent woman. My parents let me have my own place, so I mostly lived alone. But I still go home every once or twice a week if my father is at home.

I am an only child, so I still have to go home since my father only lives alone in our home. My mother works outside the country, particularly in Paris, as one of the most respected designers.

So when I am free and in the mood to visit Brandall, he just lets me. His condo has almost become my condo because I prefer to hang out in his place when I'm bored, or I'm not doing anything. I still go there even though he is always not there because he is always at the office and comes home only at night. I always wait for him to go home after work, so I sleep in his place.