Waking Up with a Ring on My Finger and a Bad Boy at My Side [19]

The phrase 'I can explain' was so overrated that I didn't dare to utter it. Frankly, I had a hard time just to form a basic sentence since my mind felt as if a whirlwind had thrashed about in it. So there I was, standing like an idiot just staring at the cheque between his fingers.

And I suddenly felt the urge to cry.

So I asked him one of the worst questions in this kind of situation. "What are you doing here?"

That made me sound suspicious and I felt like banging my head on the table next to me. "Megan is my client," he muttered, waving around the piece of meaningful paper in his hand. "We need to talk."

I didn't like the sound of that. So I guided him outside after boring through the huge crowd. I didn't even realized the DJ was already playing a song. "Brandon I'm so sorry," I blurted out first before he could say anything.

Something that I was afraid of hearing. "For everything. For screwing up, mostly. And that kiss?" I said, laughing hysterically. Clearing my throat, I continued, "I can't really explain because I don't exactly know what happened. He must've thought of somethingandI'msosorry--"

He sighed and grunted some curses under his breath before cutting me off by pulling me towards him. His arms wrapped around my waist and at that exact moment, I didn't know what to feel. I didn't even know how to explain how confused I was. Was I confused?

Brandon rested his chin on my head gently. "I know," he answered simply and if he wasn't holding me then, I would have literally fell on my knees. At first, I was flooded with relief...until I reverted back to the state of not knowing what to feel anymore.

"I saw it," he muttered. "I want to kill the guy if there weren't so many...witnesses around," he said and despite myself, I smiled. He pulled away from me slightly to look me in the eyes. "The thing is, Samantha...no matter what you do, I always trust you."

"I'm not going to start fighting and accusing that you're having affair with some talk show host," he said, then shot me a worried glance. "Err, right?"

"I'm not!" I defended myself. "I'm really not, Brandon you have to trust me. I didn't know what exactly happened back there," I said and started to explain it all to him. "Logan...he probably thought that I was hinting something," I said, close to tears when his gaze moved from my eyes to my finger.

I didn't even know how to explain THAT.

"No," he said as if reading my mind. "It's my fault. I overreacted. It's been a...very busy week," he said, sighing and running a hand through his hair. "But I've managed to score some deals and CI is back on its feet again, steadily...this time," he said.

"You must went through hell arranging this party."

"Technically my job is not done yet," I said, feeling upset that I just lost the 900k like that. I was so close, and the idea of Brandon helping me yet again was making me more upset. When I looked up, I could still see the jealousy in his eyes as if he was still thinking about the kiss between Logan and me.

"I'm sorry," I said again, more firmly this time. "You have to believe me, Brandon. I would do anything to take any words of mine that would make him do such an act to me back, I swear to god I do."

"Yeah well," he said, at lost for words. I didn't feel as if I wanted to say anything too so we just stood there in the cold, drowning in our own thoughts. After a while, I dared myself to say, "So er, basically you're not busy after this right?"

"Hm, I suppose."

'I suppose' was not a satisfying answer, to me. 'I suppose', coming out from Brandon meant, "Pfft, I'm busy all the time can't you see?"

I looked down to my sore feet. I hadn't realized the blisters and how painful it was since I ran around London wearing heels just to arrange this party.

In a way, I thought, Brandon was marrying his phones again.

"Excuse me?"

That was what happened when I let my mind wandered to far off.

I seriously need to stop doing that.

"I..." I started but blushed. "It's just that you're always busy all the time now and every time we arrange some quality time for ourselves...you...disappeared, engulfed in your pile of work AND--" I said before he could stop me. "--I understand. I understand that you have your own work and everything."

Silence again.

He shrugged and stepped back. Oh god, oh no. I pissed him off.

Brandon reached into his pocket and waved around his work phone as if to make a point. But suddenly, he took a couple of step back again, pulled back his arm and threw the phone. I didn't even know where it went to since it was kind of dark outside.

I gaped. "Wh- what the hell did you do that for?!"

"Right. I just might regret it later but what the fuck," he said, grinning sheepishly. "I'm so lucky to have you by my side and I didn't even realize that or try to appreciate you enough. Let's go back to Detroit," he said spontaneously, his face breaking into a smile.

I loved seeing him like that. It was as if he was carrying concrete blocks on his back all this time and finally got to destroy it. "And screw everyone that comes our way, especially Evelyn. Especially my mother," he said, then looked at me nervously. "Uh, we...are...still, you know, engaged right?"

I smiled and flung my arms around him. My lips crashed down onto his unexpectedly and as I pulled apart, all glowing and happy, I said, "I love you so much. I would be an idiot if I don't want to spend the rest of my life with you."

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