Chapter 2 - Smitten

Out of an abundance of self-consciousness, Fiona pulls a few strands of hair over her ear. Simply being in the same room as Brandon and hearing his voice was enough to make her feel chilly.

"Well, that is if you're not busy," Brandon added.

"What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I talk so much?" He thought, mad at himself for doing unusual.

"Fiona!" It was Vanessa who also arrived. "Uncle?" Upon seeing him, she was bewildered.

"Hey." Brandon cracked a grin at his niece for a moment. "Oh, thank God you came." He thought once again.

"Fiona, have you finished rehearsing?" Vanessa asked.

"Well, I just recently played it once." Her speech was riddled with stuttering the entire time.

"What's the matter?" Vanessa suddenly felt uneasy, and she sought comfort in an unconscious motion. "Are you feeling, okay?" She carried on further.

"I'm good, but maybe a little bit nervous," Fiona responds and flashes a glimmer of a smile before turning her gaze in Brandon's direction.

"There's no need for it. It went amazingly well beyond expectations, an exceptional performance." He paid her some compliments.

"Ah, yes, I do remember that you have a passion for listening to classical music," Vanessa replied to her uncle. "Is that why you've come to watch Fiona, uncle?" Vanessa gave him her full attention.

"As I made my way through the hallway, yes, my ears were drawn to the sound of the piano keys," was his response.

"Very well, Fiona," she replied. "You have no reason to feel nervous in any way! If Uncle likes it, then I do not doubt that it will be successful." Vanessa encouraged her.

"I extended an invitation to her to look around. Since you're already here, why don't you ___?" Brandon continues to speak, but his niece is constantly cutting him off.

"I'm sorry, Uncle, but would you be able to kindly do that? There are going to be a lot of guests arriving__." Vanessa continued, but this time Fiona interrupted her and cut her off.

"Don't mind me. I'll be alright!" Her denial came on the spot.

"Fiona__"

"It's fine, don't worry."

"Oh, you are so kind. Thank you so much." Vanessa hugged her. "I can't wait until I'm able to dance to the tune of your piano." They were touching hands with one another.

"That would be fantastic!" Fiona smiles.

"See you later." Vanessa had left but Brandon remained in the room, and he did not take his gaze off Fiona the entire time.

"Mr._," she said at the beginning.

"It's Brandon. Could you possibly not be so prim and proper? It's almost as if you're trying to inform me that I'm becoming older." he continues to smile broadly at her. She becomes so embarrassed that she covers her face.

"Sorry." She administers a painful lip bite on herself.

"Fuck, don't do that!" He muttered an obscenity under his breath.

"What?" She asked the question innocently.

"Nothing." To avoid giving in to the ever-increasing temptation, he averts his attention.

"She's just a girl." He argued his position to himself.

"Brandon." She did ultimately use his name, which caught him off guard.

"I apologize, but would it be possible for me to remain here for a short while? I'd like to play more on this grand piano." She continued to speak despite having a stuttering condition.

"I hope it is okay." She continued while bowing her head slightly. As Brandon approached her, he held her chin so that she could look at him.

"I will love to hear more." He remarked as he continued to look at her. "And I beg you, don't turn your head down or try to conceal your face." He gently touches her cheeks with his fingers. "The way it appears to the eye is very pleasing." Then he kissed her on the cheek as a final gesture.

"To not be a nuisance to you, I'll be outside." He spoke and left her astonished.

As Fiona gradually regained her composure, the first thing she did was grip her chest, where she could feel her heart pounding incredibly fast, and then she softly stroked the cheek where Brandon had kissed. She couldn't contain the giggles and bit her lips once again. She went back into the room and sat down in front of the piano while beaming broadly.

On the other hand, Brandon was grinning like an idiot as well at the same time. It brings him such joy whenever Fiona acknowledges the appreciation, he has shown for her.

"Teasing her must be so much joy. Fool! She's only a girl." Brandon stopped to think as he made his way back to his room.

"Hi, baby!" He was taken aback when he saw Patricia start to unpack her belongings. "I am truly sorry to inform you that there was a hold-up with my flight." She continued talking to him while putting her lips to his to kiss him. She then proceeds to envelop him in a barrage of passionate kisses while playing with his tongue up until the point where she ultimately pulls him into bed.

"Baby, I do miss you." Before she sat on his lap, she removed her clothes.

Brandon did nothing except observe and wait for her to make her next move. She kissed his neck to his chest, undid his belt, and unzipped his pants. After that, she undressed him and carefully positioned herself on top of his thing.

"Brandon..." She moaned at the sound of his name as it entered her while she was moving harder and faster.

"Aahh..." Both of them continue their cries, with she is whimpering and him growling. Up until the point where he could take it no more, at which point they switched positions. Now that he is on top of her, he is rocking her vigorously.

"Brandon." She whimpered his name once more, but this time he froze.

"Fiona." A thought immediately occurred to him as he recalled her charming grin.

"Hurry, baby!" Then Patricia aches for him more, moving upward to welcome him.

"Aahh." Patricia moaned for the last time as she came and was followed by Brandon. They were lying side by side on the bed, and their breathing was perfectly in time with one another.

"I love you, baby." Patricia gave him one last kiss before going to sleep.

"Fuck!" Brandon thought about the picture of Fiona's face that kept running through his thoughts.

"I wonder if her moans are louder." He added. "Fuck it! She is nothing more than a little girl! You moron!" After getting out of bed, Brandon headed straight to the shower in the adjacent bathroom.

"Am I completely insane for thinking about that little, young, lovely girl?" He was pondering things while he was in the shower.

"Brandon." A fleeting glance was cast in his direction. It's almost as if he can hear Fiona's voice in his head.

"Fuck!" While he is thinking about her beautiful face, he softly touches himself.

"Aahhh...Shit! Fiona!" He lets out an audible growl as it swiftly comes out.

The next day, Fiona was looking forward to seeing Brandon. She had been missing him. She dressed herself in her go-to, knee-length, loving pink dress. She applied a smattering of makeup so that her naturally light skin would not be drawn undue attention to itself.

"Hey, Fiona, you continue to stun me with your beauty." The joke was on Leslie.

"Whatever." She hides her smiles.

"Well, I take it that you want to make a good impression on the guy__."

"Leslie, please stop it! I don't want my bothersome brother to be an issue for me anymore." She wore a frown on her face.

After that, Leslie exclaimed, "Fine, fine, fine," and the group made their way to the vast dining hall.

"Wow!" Everyone's pupils begin to dilate.