Chapter 4 - The Eighteen Birthday Celebration

Brandon had already reached the entrance to the room when he realized that Fiona was not following close behind. He makes a hasty retreat in the direction of her.

"Where is she?" After looking around, he discovered her enthralled by the moon, just as she had been earlier.

"Hey, Fiona." He has a soft grip on her arms as he touches her.

"What happened to you? Why did you stop here?" He asked.

"Forget about what I just said." While she was talking, her face was turned down.

"What exactly do you mean?" He inquired once more.

"The one about which I told you on the bridge. Put that out of your mind!" She manages to steal a nervous peek his way.

"I'm sorry, but I wasn't able to hear what you were saying." He is lying. "What is it that you're trying to say?" He put on an act of being intrigued.

"What, you weren't listening to it?" He indicates that he understands her perplexity with a nod.

"But you run away very quickly." She said that with an expression of anguish on her face.

"Oh, well. I suddenly have to go the restroom. I apologize for the inconvenience." Brandon was struggling to think of a plausible white lie to tell.

"What?" She smiled broadly and laughed heartily as she appeared to be in a good mood.

"Yes." In response to the abrupt shift in the gloomy atmosphere between them, he smiles as well.

"So, can we go inside now?" When he inquired, she merely gave him a smile in response.

"You should go now." She let out a chuckle.

"Alright, have a good night, see you tomorrow." He said this while maintaining the appearance that he was rushing to go to his room.

"What a moron Brandon is!" He expletives.

As Fiona rolled over in bed, she could feel the butterflies in her tummy beginning to flutter again, and she couldn't help but smile from ear to ear.

"I'm not sure if I should have confessed that so quickly." It occurred to her.

"Let me give it another go tomorrow," she added.

As she rolled onto the bed, she gave Brandon's coat a quick kiss before getting comfortable.

"It smells like him." She gave it a whiff.

"I wonder what it's like to wake up next to him," she has this mental image of Brandon looking at her through the coat. She pulls her eyes closed as she experiences the sensation of his hand touching her face and tenderly stroking it.

"Fiona, turn your attention to me." When she heard his voice, she slowly brought her lips together. His kisses were so passionate that they almost made it impossible for her to take a breath in between them.

"Fiona... Fiona... Fiona..." He can't stop calling to her by name.

"FIONA!" Almost as soon as she opened her eyes, she became aware of the situation and recognized that Leslie was the one who had been shaking her.

"What exactly is your issue?" She appeared to be disturbed.

"I need to pee." As usual, Leslie was completely wasted on alcohol.

"Oh, then go ahead and pee." She dragged her to the restroom against her will. Suddenly, she became aware that Brandon's coat was currently resting on her bed. As a direct result of this, she swiftly tucked it away in her bag.

After lying to Fiona, Brandon felt ashamed when he got back to his room and reflected on his behavior. He had the impression that he was a complete moron.

"It was nice to hear her confession, but fuck! She's just a young child." Before entering his room, he took some time to think.

"Hi, baby! I've been waiting for you." Almost immediately, Patricia seized control of his lips and kissed him passionately but roughly.

"Hurry, Brandon!" In the midst of Brandon putting on the condom and preparing himself to enter her from behind, she demanded his attention.

"Aahhh." She groaned as he exerted a lot of pressure on her. He gripped her hair and continued to drive continually harder, deeper, and more quickly.

"Brandon!" she was on the edge of shrieking his name.

And just like he had done the night before, Brandon went to the bathroom, where he repeated the exact the same actions while muttering her name.

"Fuck, Fiona..." As he approached, he was engrossed in his ecstatically deep breathing.

"I like you." After then, he recalls the sound of her voice.

"Shit!" Another curse came from his mouth.

Vanessa is about to have the most fantastic day of her life the day after tomorrow. There is not a single person missing, and that includes Fiona and all of their other close pals. In addition to the rest of her relatives, her uncle Brandon was present along with everyone else in her family. The dancing presentation of the eighteen different pairs was the first part of the program.

"Let's all welcome our eighteen pairs dance!"

Everyone who is going to participate, including Brandon and Fiona, lines up.

"Hi!" He smiled broadly as he did so every time they met.

"Hi." She greeted him with a giggle in response to his greeting.

They danced exceptionally well, exactly as they had at the rehearsal, but this time Fiona was much more comfortable. Despite the fact that they spent the entire time staring intensely at each other's faces, she felt perfectly at ease in his company.

On the other hand, Patricia engaged in some light chivalry with Matthew, who worked as Brandon's assistant in the next room over. It wasn't because of the flight delay that she arrived so late; rather, it was because she wished to spend additional time with Matthew, who had been her partner for the previous seven years. They came up with the idea together of her seducing his employer in order to increase their financial standing. And at this point, Matthew had arrived at the place; she was powerless to stop herself from dragging him back to his room and participating in passionate sexual activity with him.

"Oh, Pat! I miss you." As he moved on top of her, he whimpered and called out his name.

"Yes, Matt, they're right there... Aah..." She continues to mutter more loudly.

"Everyone, I would like you all to meet my only daughter, my princess Vanessa Arianna Hamilton," Mr. Jack Hamilton addressed to the gathering as she introduced her daughter to everyone in attendance. The day has finally come for Vanessa's father to show off his beautiful daughter.

And as the show progressed, the host ultimately got around to performing his duties as host.

"All right, everyone, let's get started with the debutante eighteen dances!" After getting everyone's attention, he asked for applause from the audience.

"May we please call on Mr. Brandon Lee Hamilton, the youngest member of the Hamilton family and the most handsome uncle of our debutant__"

When the host shouted Brandon's name, Leslie took advantage of the moment to grab Fiona around the waist and give her a pinch. At the enormous round table, they were both positioned next to one another in adjacent chairs.

"Enough." She has a scowl on her face.

Brandon got up and started walking in the direction of Vanessa so that he could dance with her.

"May you have a wonderful birthday, Vanessa." After giving her a peck on the cheek, he presented her with the first flower.

Fiona cupped her cheeks as she recalled Brandon's kiss and vowed to keep her gaze fixed on him at all times. Brandon and her niece were dancing in a smooth and cheerful manner while looking at each other. It was impossible for Fiona to suppress her feelings of envy; she yearned to spend more time dancing with him. "And now may we call on Mr. Glenn Miller, the brother of our 18th celebrant's best friend, who is also a close friend of their family."

Everyone applauded as Glenn worked toward Vanessa, but Leslie was particularly enthusiastic.

"I love you!" As Glenn gave her a glance, she made a mouthing sound.

When Brandon was handing Vanessa over to Glenn, he couldn't help but look over to see where Fiona was sitting at the same time. When their eyes meet each other, her face quickly blushed. As soon as Glenn noticed the changes in his sister's appearance, he jerked his head around to stare at the man in front of him.

"Thanks." He whispered while glaring at him with a warning but Brandon smiles in return.