Chp 3
Brandon went back to his apartment and opened his laptop to watch his daily porn. He then went to the bathroom to masturbate. His mind always wandered to Det. Darrell whose first name he identified as Em. Emily perhaps? Or Emma? Sometimes, he imagined her, naked and legs spread wide on his bed. Her soft brown curls that went down her back, her moss green eyes and those luscious lips and curves that made him attracted to her. He held his shaft as he imagined that it was her hand, pleasuring him as he is doing it now. He wanted her very badly. The more she pushed him away, the more he wanted her.
He flushed his toilet and went to bed. He slept, only to have a wet dream about Em Darrell. He longed to touch her, to caress her; to fuck her hard, but somehow he didn't want that for her. She was causing him to change slightly. He didn't believe in commitment and somehow an NYPD detective managed to change it for him. He woke up to his alarm and noticed his hand at his cock and the bed sheet was wet. He got up and changed his sheets. He went for a quick shower before going to work.
(Meanwhile – Emmy's point of view)
Days go by since I last saw him. I shrugged off the thought as the elevator stops and I arrive at the crime lab. I walk by Mac's office and he notices me. Mac signals to me to come over. "Hey Mac, What's up?", I ask. "You sure have an admirer", says Mac which makes me confuse. "Last time I had an admirer, it was high school and he ended up traumatized thanks to Danny and Joe", I say. "Well, turn around", he says. I share my desk with Dr. Hawkes and I see my desk is filled with bouquets of white roses. I end up gawking from Mac's office.
I walk to my desk and scan the flowers and found a card with it says, "I never get your first name. BS". Don and Danny come over and I hardly notice them since I am too busy gawking at the roses. "I told you he was trying to get into her pants", says Don. "Who's he?", asks Danny as he snatches the card from my hand. "Uh cuz? Who's BS?", asks Danny. "Brandon Sullivan", I say. "Hold up, the guy that Don mentioned the other day?", asks Danny again and I can only nod. "Like I said, he's trying to get laid", says Don. "I heard you, Don", says Danny, "A'ight, cuz, where does he work?".
I sigh. "Danny, how am I suppose to have a normal life if you keep interfering with it?", I say. "I'm telling you, cuz. He's bad news!", says Danny. "How would you know? You have never even met him!", I say. "I have", Don says with an innocent face. "Cuz, trust me on this", says Danny. "No, you trust me on this. Let me explore life without the lot of you putting me on a tight leash", I say. "I'm worried, Em. I get Erin, but it's you I'm worried. You changed a lot after Joe's death and I'm really worried", says Danny. I smile and give him a peck at the cheek. "Don't worry, Danny. If it turns out to be the otherwise, then I'll alone regret my own decision", I say. "Don't come to me mopping around", says Danny. I chuckle and roll my eyes. Typical protective Danny.
That night, Dante Cain, an old friend back in high school not to mention he's my informant, gives me a call to remind me of the opening night of his bar – Dante's Inferno, which is tonight. I arrive and see a long line. I walk to the front like a boss and the manager notice me and let me in. Yes, VIP treatment! Hah! I went straight to the bar where Dante is. "Hey, Emmy! Glad you can make it! Order what you want, for you it's on the house!", says Dante. He looks so happy tonight like when he aced his exams back in high school. "Really? I want REAL Russian vodka", I say. He immediately makes my drink and presents it in front of me in a record time. "Have fun, Em. I gotta go and see if everything is ok", he says.
I raise my glass and say, "To your success then". He smiles and leaves to make an inspection. I enjoy my drink and look around. There are tons of people are enjoying themselves and I find myself staring to someone familiar…, again. 'Oh my god, you've gotta be kidding me', I thought. Brandon moves towards me, pushing the crowds so he could get to me. He sits down next to me with his martini glass. "Hi", he says and his voice sounds very seductive. Not working, buddy. "Did you get my flowers?", he asks. A bartender, replacing Dante refills Brandon's martini. "I did, thank you. They are lovely", I say.
"Can I buy you a drink?", he asks. "The owner here is an old friend of mine and my drinks…", I say as I drink my vodka, "As he says that for tonight, is on the house". "Wanna dance?", he asks. I give him a leery look. "I promise it's just a dance", he says, trying to look innocent. I finish up my vodka and feel slightly light head. Wow! I'm officially half-drunk. Congratulation, Emerald Rose Darrell, you're drunk and about to dance with a guy who, as Danny and Don said, only wants to get me laid with him and stalks me everywhere I go.
I pull him towards the dance floor and we dance. His hands are on my hips as he sways them through the beat, but honestly, I'm kinda drunk so I probably don't care much of what I'm doing right now. "I never got your first name", he says, despite the loud music beats. "Emerald, that's my first name", I say. "Wow, I didn't expect that", he says. "My maternal grandma and aunt both are name Ruby and Sapphire respectively. And I have green eyes from my father and his father, hence the name", I say.
Then, I make a daring move. I pull his face with my hands for a kiss. We stop dancing and enjoy the kiss. He pulls away from me and pulls me outside to the alleyway. We kiss there and then. I can feel his hands; one is grasping my hip so I won't move and the other is at my breast. His thumb and index are busy kneading my breast and it strains through the fabric of my bra and shirt. His hand, the one at my hip, moves to my thigh and begins to knead it as well. Damn, I can't control my moaning, but wait! This is so wrong! I can't do this.
"Brandon, stop", I say, but he is too busy kissing the base of my throat, which is causing me to be breathless and moan even more. I try to push him away, but he's weighing down on me. "Brandon, please, stop!", I yell, but he ignores me. I have no choice but to kick him at the groin. He holds his groin in pain as I curl my knee and sob. When he realizes that he had hurt me, he says, "Em, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. I lost control! I'm sorry!". I get up and grab my coat. I went over to Dante to congratulate him before I leave. I quickly hail a cab and leave for my home. Once I reach the safety of my apartment, I lock the door and run to the bathroom. I turn on the shower and fall to the floor and cry.
Why am I crying anyway? He asked for it, but god, do I want him! The way he kissed me earlier, the way his hands did the works on my body, I can't get him off my head. I want him, but not that way. I don't know him that well enough for me to let him do that. I want to start slowly, but is he the kind of guy who will be serious in a relationship? I slowly peel off my clothes and take a shower before dumping myself to my bed and sleep, but I dream of him. Get him outta my head!