As soon as Brandy woke up, a dark cloud seemed to settle over her head in the name of Mark Calaway. She didn't know anymore what to do. A part of her just wanted to walk away from this relationship, and find someone who would really appreciate her, while the other wanted desperately to make things work between her and Mark.

"Fuck Mark," she muttered as she sat up and stretched. She went to get up, and froze when she saw her dresser. Sitting atop of it was four separate bouquets of a dozen red roses. "Oh my God," she breathed as she walked over to them. They were beautiful. Sitting in front of them was a small box, along with a card. Brandy picked it the small box, and gasped when she opened it. Sitting inside was a gorgeous diamond necklace, along with a pair of matching earrings. She gazed at them for a moment before opening the card, and reading what it said:

Brandy,

I want you to know how incredibly sorry I am for the way I have treated over these past couple of months. I feel like the scum of the earth for accusing you of cheating, and I feel even worse yet for being with Stephanie, when I could have had you. I know these roses and diamonds will never make-up for what I did, but I felt it was the least I could do. They're beautiful, but to me they will never compare to your beauty. I'm sitting downstairs, and I hope you will be willing to talk.

Love,

Mark

PS: I don't know if you know it…but you look absolutely adorable when you sleep.

Brandy smiled at the last comment. Setting the card down, she walked into the bathroom where she brushed her hair and teeth. Once she was done, she took a deep breath and made her way downstairs, where she found Mark sitting in the living room on the couch. He looked up at her, and Brandy could see he had been crying.

"Hey," she said as she sat down next to him. "You wanted to talk?"

Mark sniffed and then nodded. "Brandy, sweetheart…you have no idea how bad I feel for what I did to you. If I could, I would go back and change what I've done in a heartbeat, but I can't, so I'm hoping you'll be willing to give me one last chance."

Brandy could feel her own emotions sparking. "Mark, you are the only guy I can say I ever truly loved. I gave you everything, and all I asked was that you love me in return. Not only did you accuse me of cheating once, but you did it twice! You may say you know that you hurt me, but I don't think you can really understand how badly you did hurt me."

He looked back down, tears coming to his eyes. "I know, and I really am sorry."

"Why, Mark, why? Why can't you trust me?"

He shook his head. "Ever since my ex left me, it's been hard for me to put my full trust in people. Unfortunately, that included you, but I promise things will change, if you would just give me one last chance. Please, Brandy. Give me one more chance to prove to you how much you mean to me. I promise this time I'll make things right this time."

By now, Brandy had tears in her eyes as well. "If this relationship is going to continue, you have to promise me that from now on, you'll take my word over others, and that from now on you'll put your trust in me. No more making accusations just by what someone else has said."

"I promise, Brandy, I promise," Mark immediately replied, and pulled her into his arms for a tight hug as the tears fell from his eyes. "I love you so much, baby, and I promise from now on things'll be different between us."

"I love you too, Mark. I love you so much," she replied as she buried her face in his neck and let her own tears fall. She clung to him, never wanting to let him go. Life was once more complete in her world.

Gently pulling her away, Mark looked deep into Brandy's eyes as he wiped away her tears. She did the same to him, her small hands running across his cheeks as her eyes locked with his. She was so beautiful to him, both inside and out. He didn't know how he had gotten so lucky with getting to call her his, but from that moment on he vowed to treat her like a queen. Tightening his arms around her, Mark leaned forward to give her a kiss. Her arms immediately wrapped around his neck as she returned it, her embrace warming him down to the core.

"Make me feel good, Mark," she whispered, her lips brushing his. Once more claiming her mouth with his, Mark tightened his hold on her as he laid her back against the couch. He smoothed his hands down her sides, and along her legs. When he reached her knees, he wrapped her legs around him, and then ran his hands back up her. He could feel her hands running along his chest and stomach, when she suddenly slipped her hands beneath his shirt and ran them along his back. She moaned when he ground himself into her. It had been months since Brandy last made love, and all she wanted at that moment was for Mark to rock her world.

Just then, the doorbell rang, making their movements stop. Mark buried his face in her shoulder and let out a frustrated sigh. "I'll handle whomever it is. You just head on upstairs," Brandy murmured in his ear. Reluctantly, Mark got up and helped her up as well, giving her one more heated kiss before heading up the stairs. Smoothing out her hair, Brandy walked over to the door, peeked in the eyehole, and groaned when she saw it was just Teresa. "Teresa, what the hell are you doing here?" she demanded as soon as she opened the door.

"Well good morning to you too!" Teresa said in a fake hurt voice.

Brandy smiled. "What did you need?"

"I found a couple of things you had left at our house, and since I was driving by here I thought I would go ahead and drop them off," she replied, handing the box over to Brandy.

"Well thank you. I'll see you later," Brandy said, and went to shut the door, when Teresa stopped her.

"Hey, wait a minute! Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I'm not in a hurry."

"Not in a hurry my ass! Not spill it. What are you doing?"

Brandy looked behind her, and then back at Teresa before replying, "Me and Mark…well we're about to make up, okay?"

Teresa frowned, and then her face lit up. "Oh, I get it! You're gonna get yourself some ass, ain't ya?"

Brandy laughed. "If you want to put it that way, yeah. Now do you mind? You kind of interrupted us."

"Oh, you go right ahead. Work it, girl!" Teresa said as she backed away.

Brandy once more laughed. "I planned on it, now bye!"

"Later," Teresa replied, and got in her car.

Shutting the door and locking it, Brandy sat the box down, turned on her heel and quickly made her way upstairs, where she found Mark lying on his bed. She ran toward the bed and pounced on Mark.

He chuckled at this. "Anxious, are we?" Mark asked as his hands roamed her body.

"Mm-hmm. Very much so," Brandy replied, kissing his neck as she started unbuttoning his pants. Mark had her pull away long enough to pull her shirt off, and then let her do the same to him. He then covered her lips with his as his hands swiftly pushed her pants down her hips. She maneuvered around to help him pull them off, and then yanked his pants down as well before once more straddling him. Mark's hands immediately started massaging her breasts as he gazed at her figure. She seemed to grow more beautiful each time he got to see her. With her eyes closed, Brandy made sounds of appreciation in the back of her throat as she ground into him. Mark teased and pinched her nipples through the fabric of her bra, making her whimpers grow louder as she rolled her hips a bit faster. When she felt Mark's cock beginning to swell, Brandy stopped him, and had him grab the headboard. Giving him a sultry grin, she kissed her way down his body, until she reached the bulge that was forming in his boxers. She slowly undid the button to the front opening, and reached her hand inside, stroking him a bit before pulling out his semi-erect cock. Sliding even further down him, she started pressing feather-light kisses to the tip as she stroked his shaft, every now and then running her tongue across it, until he was fully erect. Wrapping her lips around the tip, she swirled her tongue around before taking him in her mouth inch by inch. Once she had taken him completely in, she then raised back up, repeating this slowly as she deep-throated him.

"Yeah, baby, just like that," he whispered as he started raising his hips. He watched her as she did this, admiring her talents. He groaned loudly when she cupped his balls and started massaging them, his entire body tingling with pleasure. He started moving his hips faster, his breath now coming out in pants, when she suddenly stopped. He looked at her with questioning eyes.

Brandy crawled her way back up him, kissed him on the lips, and whispered in his ear, "I can't wait any longer. I need you to fuck me now."

That was all Mark needed, as he flipped her over and unfastened the clasps on the front of her bra. He wrapped her legs around his waist, and gave her a passionate his as he gave himself a couple of strokes before pushing her panties aside and slowly entering her. Brandy moaned into his mouth and dug her nails into his back. God, how she had missed the feeling of him being inside her. Once he had fully entered her, Mark stayed still for a moment, allowing for her to adjust to him. Then, he started slowly thrusting into her. When he ended the kiss Mark touched his forehead to hers and gazed down at where they were connected as he softly penetrated her, afraid that if he went any faster, he would be unable to last very long.

"Oh my god," he whispered, his eyes shut. It felt damn good to be in her again.

"Harder, Mark," she whimpered, her nails scraping his back as her hands slid up and down his back.

Unable to deny her pleas, Mark increased his tempo, incapable of stopping himself as he thrusted faster and faster into her wet warmth. "Is that what you wanted, baby? Huh? Did you want me to fuck you like this?" he murmured in her ear, his deep voice making her quiver.

"Oh god yes, Mark," she moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his. The two of them quickly lost control, until their movements were just short of frantic. Brandy tightened her legs around Mark's waist to pull him in even deeper as she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a passionate kiss. There was nothing more that she enjoyed than to have Mark's large body above her, feeling his skin directly against hers and his thick cock pounding into her.

Mark groaned as he deepened the kiss and covered her breast with one of his hands. He didn't know how much longer he could last. Pulling away, he lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth. This made Brandy gasp loudly and arch her back as her hands ran through his hair. Mark could hear her beginning to whimper, and felt her reach down between them to stroke her clit. Raising his head, he brought his own hand between them to stroke her clit as well. With his free hand, he grabbed both of her hands and pulled them up above her head. Brandy moaned loudly when his thrusts turned into short stabs, and that familiar tingling started running through her loins. Knowing she was getting close, Mark murmured in her ear, "You gonna come for me, baby?"

"Uh-huh," she whimpered. "Don't stop, Mark. Please don't stop."

"I don't plan on it," he panted, and stroked her clit harder. Her moans and whimpers continued to grow louder and louder, until she cried out his name as that glorious wave of pleasure washed over her. As soon as he knew she came, Mark let himself go, and groaned loudly as he spurted his seed within her.

Mark remained motionless for a moment, and then finally rolled over onto his back, pulling Brandy tightly to him once they were beneath the covers. They both remained silent, the only sounds in the room that of their labored breathing. After a while, Mark finally broke then silence. He ran a hand along Brandy's stomach and commented, "You know, I never told anyone this, but after Kevin told me that you had a miscarriage…I broke down later on in my hotel room." Brandy looked up at him and turned onto her side, running a hand through his hair. Mark looked over at her, and added, "You have no idea how guilty I've felt, knowing that it's my fault you lost the baby. All I seem to think about anymore is the fact that I was the one who killed our baby."

"Oh Mark, don't think like that," Brandy replied, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him to her. He held her even closer yet to him and buried his face in her shoulder as he silently cried. "You know I don't blame you for what happened. I never did. It was a freak accident, that's all," she reassured him.

Mark looked back up at her once he was able to regain control of himself. "It was me who pushed you, though."

Brandy wiped away his tears. "It wasn't that, though, that caused it. It was how I fell. If I had landed differently, then it most likely wouldn't have happened. Besides, you were simply doing what you were supposed to do. Vince had told you to push me." When Mark went to once more protest, she silenced him by giving him a soft kiss. When she pulled away, she whispered, "Please don't blame yourself over this."

He let out a silent sigh. "Okay," he replied, and pulled her to him for a loving kiss. When he pulled away, he hugged her, and brushed kisses along her shoulder. After hearing what Brandy had said, a heaviness had lifted off of his chest, leaving him with a peaceful feeling inside.

When they pulled away, Brandy looked into Mark's eyes, and could see a warmth and happiness looking back at her. She gave him yet another kiss and snuggled against him, resting her head on his chest and wrapping her arm around his waist. Settling back against the pillows, Mark ran a hand through her hair as he gazed up at the ceiling.

"Marry me, Brandy," he suddenly said.

"I never said I wouldn't, Mark. We're still engaged, you know," she replied.

He looked down at her. "No, I mean today. Let's fly out to Las Vegas and get married there. You want to?"

Brandy was brought back. "I…I don't know what to say."

"I was kind of hoping you'd say yes."

"Why do you want to do this so quickly? Don't you want to wait, and have a traditional wedding with family and friends there with us?"

"I do, but at the same time I'm tired of waiting. I just wanna do it, and be able to officially say you're mine. You know me, Brandy. I'm an impatient man."

This made Brandy smile. "That you are, but I love you anyway," she replied, and gazed out the window as she thought for a moment. Finally, she looked back up at him with a grin on her face and added, "Okay, let's do it."

Mark's face lit up. "You mean it? You really wanna do this?"

She nodded. "Yeah, but under one circumstance."

"Anything."

"For our one-year anniversary, I want us to have a traditional ceremony, and for us to recite our vows."

He smiled at her. "Okay, Brandy. For our one-year anniversary, we can recite our vows, and I'll let you have the ceremony you want."

Grinning from ear to ear, Brandy tightly hugged him, and thought to herself, "I don't think it's possible for me to love this man anymore than I already do."