You know what, just have it! Take it! You all seem to really want it haha. But seriously, I am so sorry that this has taken so long, school and work have been super busy but now it is winter break and I hope to work more on these stories.

Bloom and Brandon: Tangled

She didn't know how it happened. She didn't know when it happened. But it happened and she was stuck. She didn't know what to do but she was unsure that she wanted to do anything about it.

Maybe it was the day of the merger.

"Did you hear?" Bloom looked over to her side to see Stella had run up beside her as Bloom walked into the office. Walking over to her desk, she unwrapped the scarf from around her neck and unbuttoned her coat. Bloom smoothed over her black pencil skirt and adjusted her light blue button up blouse.

"What did I hear?" Bloom rolled her eyes as she smiled at her blonde friend.

"You mean they didn't tell you?!"

"Tell me what, Stell?"

"Magix Inc. and Squire Industries are merging!"

Bloom's eyes went wide.

"Are they downsizing?"

"Is that all that you can think of?" Stella laughed, "Brandon is going to be in the same office as us."

Fuck. Bloom's heart stopped as she was hit with that tiny tidbit of information. She was going to have to see him every day. Hopefully, he would be on a different floor of the building and she would never have to see him at work, that would be awkward.

Bloom swore that it would be one time. One night of hot, amazing sex and then she was done. Done with Brandon. But she broke that promise soon after when one night, Sky was suddenly called away on business and Bloom found herself bent over and filled with Brandon's hard cock.

"Oh..."

"I am excited for all of the new people to come in. Maybe there will be some cute boys."

"You know that this is a place of employment and productivity, right?" Bloom scoffed.

"Well," Stella folded her arms over her chest, "I am employing myself to productively look at and acquaint myself with any hot gentleman that comes through that door. Some of us are single, dear Bloom."

Lightly punching her friend on the shoulder, Bloom sat down in her chair and logged on to her computer. Stella walked away, leaving Bloom with nothing more than the work that was on her desk and the thoughts of a certain brunette man.

Speak of the devil...

He came into the office, his brown hair combed back and his muscular body was covered in a navy blue suit. The white undershirt opened slightly at the top. Now Bloom was praying that he was not in her office because he would be a huge distraction from her work much less a temptation to fulfilling her carnal desires.

"May I have your attention please?" an old man stood in the middle of the office, heads poking around computers to catch a glimpse at the old man.

"What do you think Hagan wants?" Bloom's deskmate Selena asked.

Bloom couldn't respond as she tried her best to keep the vomit down. The reason that she didn't take a job at Eraklyon Enterprises was because she was adamant that business and personal relationships should not meet. Now Brandon was here and Bloom was mortified that business and pleasure would inch closer and closer together. He couldn't be here, this was all some nightmare.

"As you know, Magix Inc. has merged with Squire Industries and with the merger, we have absorbed some of their staff and management. So, I would like to introduce you to the new head of Outreach and Recruitment, Mr. Brandon Gray."

Shit.

There was a polite round of applause as Brandon smiled and nodded his head.

This could not be happening. Bloom felt her body warm up and her legs tremble beneath her. She was in Outreach and Recruitment. Was there any way that she could get a transfer to Sales? Hell, at this moment she might go home and beg Sky for a job at one of the satellite offices of his father's company.

Bloom had thanked her lucky stars that she had worn her hair down so that she could hide behind it. She did her best to hide in the crowd and hide behind the partition behind her desk.

"Ms. Sparks."

Fucking hell!

Bloom turned around in her chair to see Hagan standing at the edge of her desk, Brandon standing right beside him. She looked up and her eyes met Brandon's figure, his strong arms crossed over his chest. His muscles looked so good under his suit jacket. Her eyes floated up and she could see the faint of a smirk across his face and she wanted to smack it right off of him.

"Brandon, I would like for you to meet Bloom Sparks. She's one of our best employees in the O.R. department. Well, that is when her friend Stella from Sales isn't hanging around here."

"Well, Ms. Sparks," Brandon's voice sounded like honey laced with a certain tone that was only reserved for her when they were 'together', "I certainly look forward to working with you."

"...Likewise." Bloom slowly responded.

"Come," Hagan clapped the back of Brandon's shoulder, "I want to introduce you to some more of your co-workers."

As soon as the two men left, Bloom let out a sigh of relief. Well, that wasn't too bad, Bloom reckoned. Though she didn't know how long she would last, especially with him looking the way he did.

It was bad enough that she was cheating on Sky with him but now he was here with him at work.

Fuck. Shit. Damn.


Weeks had passed and Brandon had not stopped by her desk and Bloom had not been called to Brandon's office. In fact, she barely saw him and that was perfectly fine with that. She had not come to his apartment and maybe there was hope that she was done with him. Done with whatever craving she had to be fucked.

But all good things had to come to an end.

"Ms. Sparks," Hagan peeked his head in front of the desk partition, "may I have a word with you?"

Bloom's heart fell to her stomach. Damnit, she was fired.

"Is anything the matter?" Bloom asked as she slowly stood up from her desk, smoothing the back of her gray pants to get rid of the wrinkled that may have formed. She adjusted her white sweater and followed behind Hagan.

"Not at all, Ms. Sparks. I just want to talk to you and Gray together."

Bloom's breath hitched in her throat as she felt the air become thick around her and the office collapse around her.

"Oh..."

Hagan knocked on the wooden door to Brandon's office which more often than not stayed closed.

"Come in." Brandon's voice could be heard behind the large oak door.

Hagan turned the golden knob and swung open the door, holding it open and motioning for Bloom to walk in. Bloom did her best not to stumble as her legs became heavy and her feet hesitated to move.

"Hagan," Brandon stood and smiled, "Ms. Sparks...to what do I owe this visit?"

Brandon didn't know either. Did Hagan know? Wait, how would he know? She and Brandon barely even talked at work. They barely talked outside of work.

"Please, sit." Hagan motioned towards Bloom and Brandon to take a seat. Bloom lowered herself onto one of the large cloth chairs and stole a panicked glance towards Brandon. His face looked calm as he took a seat, he obviously was not worried. Or he did a good job at hiding it.

"I wanted to let you two know that I have chosen you two to go and get me the Towers account."

"Sir?" Bloom's eyebrow cocked.

"Griffin has eluded my professional advances to become business partners with me. We are friends but damn is she a tough nut to crack. I guess that she is better than I thought at keeping business and her personal life separate."

"Uh...yes, sir." Bloom stammered, trying to do her best to not let his final observation get the best of her.

"You two will fly out the last Thursday of the quarter and stay the weekend. Griffin will be speaking at a conference and you will do everything to try to win her over. Am I clear?" Hagan narrowed his eyes.

"Of course , sir." Bloom exhaled.

"Fantastic!" Hagan gave a bright smile, "You two are the best hope that Magix Inc. has and I am counting on you. I will leave you two here to brainstorm ways to get Griffin to sign on."

"Very well, sir." Brandon's mouth turned up into his signature, confident smile. The same smile that made Bloom shift in her seat.

Hagan shook Brandon's hand and gave Bloom a polite smile. "I'll leave you two it then."

As Hagan walked out of Brandon's office, Brandon stood up from behind his desk and walked over to the door to shut it behind him. There was a tension in the room that Bloom was unsure that Brandon could feel because of his cool demeanor but Bloom felt as though she were suffocating.

"Bloom?" Bloom snapped her attention back to the tall brunette man who took his seat in front of her. His arms folded across his chest, a pose that Bloom had come to be very very very attracted to.

"Uh, yeah, sorry."

"Hagan caught me by surprise too." Brandon chuckled.

Bloom let out a soft breathy laugh of her own.

"Yeah, he's been trying to get the Cloud Tower account for as long as I have been here. Apparently, Griffin isn't willing to relinquish a few of the shares. Hagan teases that she is getting old and that she is just as stubborn as the day he me-"

Bloom was cut off when she heard a deep and soft "No" escape Brandon's mouth.

"No?" Bloom lifted an eyebrow.

"I mean the merger. I didn't know that I would become your boss."

"Is..." Bloom looked up at Brandon from underneath her eyelashes, "Is that why we haven't..."

"I didn't think that you would want to." Brandon shrugged.

"You being my boss certainly does complicate things."

"And you being engaged to my best friend didn't pose a problem?" Brandon chuckled. "The way I see it, we've crossed the ethical line a long time ago."

"You know it's not like that."

"Even though there are no feelings involved, it doesn't change the fact that we've fucked and we kept on doing it."

"Do you want to stop?" Bloom sighed.

There was silence. Bloom slowly lifted her head and saw a sly smirk etched onto Brandon's face.

"Are we bad people, Brandon?"

"You have needs and Sky is unable to meet those needs."

"I feel bad doing this behind his back."

"I think that the answer to whether we should stop is up to you, Bloom. I am perfectly content ending this little arrangement that we have and continue on as nothing more than friends and coworkers." Brandon unfolded his arms and clasped his hands together.

Bloom sat in uncomfortable silence as she thought about what it was she wanted. She loved Sky, she did. But Brandon was right, she had needs and he refused to even try to do what she had wanted. Brandon took charge but at the same time was willing to do whatever she wanted. She was really the one in charge.

Her thoughts were broken when she heard the chair scrape against the hard floor of Brandon's office. She looked up to see Brandon walking towards her. He sat on the edge of his desk and placed a finger underneath Bloom's chin, tilting it up so that her bright blue eyes met his brown ones. Bloom felt her mouth go dry and her limbs go numb.

"What do you want?" Brandon's voice was deep and raspy. Just the way that Bloom liked it.

"Y-you." Bloom's response came out as a breath.

Brandon's brown eyes turned dark as he looked down at Bloom. Her pink lips beckoning out to him. He blinked and removed his finger from underneath her chin and stood up from the desk. He walked back to his desk and sat back down in his chair.

"I'm sorry, Bloom. I shouldn't have...not here..."

Bloom slowly rose to her feet and walked over to the office door. Placing her hand on the round knob, she pushed in the small little lock, locking the door.

"You asked me what I wanted." Bloom looked at Brandon, her back against the door. "And what I want is you. And I want you now. Here."

"Bloom..."

"I want you," Bloom walked over towards the desk, "to take me. Right here. Right now."

She placed her hands on the hem of her sweater and tugged it up, revealing a cream-colored bra that complemented both her white sweater and her pale skin.

"Bloom." Brandon's eyes went wide.

"I locked the door." Bloom smirked as she reached behind her and placed her hands on the clasp of her bra.

Brandon shot to his feet and quickly grabbed Bloom's hand that was on the clasp of her bra. His face was mere centimeters from hers and Bloom's face was begging for Brandon to take her. Teasing. Taunting.

Fuck it.

Brandon used his strength to turn Bloom around and unhooked the clasps of her bra before throwing the white fabric, creating a small pile with her white sweater.

"Fucking slut." Brandon growled into Bloom's ears as his hands wrapped around Bloom and began to knead her breasts in his hands. "Wanting me to fuck you right here where anyone could hear us."

"Then we better be quiet." Bloom replied with a moan.

His hands moved from her breasts to her hips, tugging down her grey pants and her light blue thong underwear.

"You know that I love to hear you scream."

A strong hand moved from her pants to between her legs and began to rub, "Wet already?"

"Mmmm."

"Answer me."

"Yes."

"Answer me the way you are supposed to." Brandon's hand stilled.

"Yes, sir. Please," Bloom pleaded, "give me your cock."

"Anything you want."

Bloom heard the familiar sound of the metal clanging of a belt buckle and the rustling of soft pants. The sounds subsided and made room for the sounds of Brandon's hand rubbing his cock and the low moans that he let out.

"Please, sir." Bloom pleaded again, hoping that Brandon would give her what she wanted. There had been times that he had liked to draw it out, tease her. But not today.

With one quick jerking motion, Bloom felt the familiar and pleasing stretching sensation and soon she felt herself becoming molded to the girth of Brandon's hard cock.

"Oh thank you, sir." Bloom gasped as she felt Brandon's hands on her hips tighten.

In and out. In and out. The sounds of slapping skin and ragged breaths filled the air as Brandon thrust his cock in and out of Bloom at a maddening pace. A sharp slap was felt against her ass as Brandon gave her a swift smack.

"Mmmm." Bloom moaned as she arched her back, the pain of the smack becoming pleasurable.

"Who does this pussy belong to?" Brandon asked.

"You." Bloom moaned.

"What was that?" Brandon's voice was threatening through the grunts.

"You, sir. All yours."

"That's my good little slut. Taking my cock like a good girl."

She loved it when he called her a slut. Fucking hell, everything with him felt so good. The sex. His companionship before and after the sex. The way he listened to her, gave her advice on what to do with Sky. He made her laugh and made her feel all warm on the inside, and not just when he was turning her on.

"Please, sir," Bloom panted, "give me your cum."

"Where do you want it?" Brandon asked, the familiar tightness forming in his core as he felt himself about to explode.

"My mouth." Bloom answered through a moan.

"Fuck..." Brandon quickly pulled out and began to stroke his cock.

"Get on your knees."

Bloom dropped down to her knees and looked up at Brandon, his cock in his hand. She watched him stroke up and down vigorously, licking her lips in anticipation.

"Open your mouth." Her mouth snapped open and before she knew it, she felt the hot and thick liquid begin to coat her tongue. Brandon grunted as he came and Bloom only let out a soft open mouth chuckle as she took Brandon's cum in her mouth.

"That's right. Take my cum." Brandon looked down at Bloom, her mouth filled with his hot cum. It pooled in her mouth and there was a strand on her cheek when it sprayed on her face. He ran a thumb down her cheek and pushed in the errant thick cum on her face into her mouth. She sucked on his thumb before she swallowed down his seed.

"God, you are so beautiful." Brandon sighed.

"And you taste so good." Bloom smirked as she licked her lips.


Or maybe it was the long weekend that they had when they were busy trying to get the attention of a snippety old woman. She really was as tough as Hagan had warned. They had spent weeks working on their proposal, even taking their work home with them. They would work and fuck, killing two birds with one stone. But after their hard work and persistence, they managed to secure the business deal. And did they celebrate.

The minute that she and Brandon returned to their hotel room after securing the deal and celebrating in the hotel bar, Brandon wasted no time ripping her navy blue dress off of her body.

Their mouths met together in a fury of passion and lust. Bloom had never felt anything like it before. He was always passionate and lustful but something about it felt different.

Brandon threw her onto the bed and quickly shed his clothes. Bloom didn't think that she would ever be over the way that his body looked, like it was carved from stone.

"You were amazing, Bloom." Brandon offered her praises as he began his assault on her neck with his mouth.

"Mmmm, Brandon. You were the one who was amazing." Bloom's legs wrapped around Brandon's torso and her hips began to grind up on Brandon's.

"No, you were strong, determined, fierce, and so damn sexy up there."

Bloom rolled her hips again, the stiffness of Brandon's erection rubbing against her crotch.

"Shit, Bloom" Brandon growled as he ripped Bloom's underwear off of her body. Cheap things.

"We make a great..." Bloom's breath hitched in her throat as she felt Brandon's warm fingers on her aching clit.

"What was that?" Brandon asked through a smirk.

"Teammmmmm" Bloom moaned, "we make a great team."

"I am going to fuck you all night."

"Please do, sir."

Brandon grabbed Bloom's hips and flipped her around on the mattress so that her stomach was on the soft hotel sheets. Bloom moaned as Brandon pulled up her hips. She arched her back and threw back her head as Brandon sank into her. He wasted no time in getting down to business. Just how she liked it. Sky could have all the foreplay he wanted. With Brandon, she just wanted him any way that she could have him.

A large hand moved from her hips to her hair, wrapping the fiery locks around his knuckles. He tugged and her head went back, her eyes now meeting his as she looked up.

"This is my pussy, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir!" Bloom exclaimed.

"I mean it." Brandon's thrusts stilled and Bloom's face fell.

"What?"

"Your pussy belongs to me." Brandon commanded.

"But Sky-"

"He can do whatever it is you two do together, but I need you to know that your pussy belongs to me. And your ass, and your mouth. Only I can cum in you. Only I can fill you up. Do you understand?"

"Y...you're serious?" Bloom moved forward, Brandon's cock falling out of her.

"Tell Sky that you want to use condoms again. Something is wrong with your birth control."

"Brandon..." Bloom gave Brandon a look of pity.

"Please, Bloom." Brandon lunged forward and took her head in his hands, "I'm going behind my best friend's back for you. Just give me this."

"I didn't ask you to do it." Bloom shot back.

"Bloom," Brandon sighed, "please."

Bloom took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. Their arrangement was now beginning to seep into her relationship with Sky. Brandon was asking for her to lie to Sky. Not just about whatever the Hell it was they had going on but deny him the pleasure of fucking her without a condom. She couldn't lie to Sky about that. It would be too fishy that she wanted to go back to fucking with a condom like they had in college. He helped her through the painful week after she had her IUD inserted that it would be odd that she didn't want to fuck him raw anymore.

So why did she say yes to Brandon's request? It slipped out of her mouth and it felt so natural to say yes to Brandon. What surprised her even more was when Brandon placed a soft kiss on her lips and thanked her. A warm feeling began to fill her body and Bloom felt her stomach drop in response.

She couldn't feel this way. The way that she used to feel when Sky would kiss her after a long day of classes. The same way that she would feel when Sky would hold her after a long night at the office. She felt warm, happy, and safe. She shouldn't feel this way after Brandon had kissed her softly after she agreed to his request.

"Turn around." Brandon commanded.

"What?"

"I said turn around." Brandon flipped Bloom back onto her stomach."I told you I was going to fuck you all night, you filthy slut."

"Yes, sir."


No. It wasn't then.

"Sky..." Bloom's voice trailed off as she watched Sky yank his pants up to his waist.

"I don't believe it for one moment." Sky grunted as he stood up from the bed. "I am calling bullshit on that, Bloom."

"I told you," Bloom sighed, "I will make an appointment with my gynecologist but I know that something is...wrong."

"Wrong?" Sky scoffed as he rolled his eyes.

"Sky stop it!" Bloom shouted as she jumped out of bed to her feet. She stood there in only a large tshirt. "I didn't say that we couldn't have sex! I just asked that tonight that you wear a condom! I don't owe you anything and if you are going to act like that then I don't think I want to have sex with you at all. In fact..."

"In fact what, Bloom?" Sky crossed his arms over his broad chest.

Her throat went dry. She swallowed.

"In fact, if this is the way that you are going to act and treat me, then I don't think that we should be together anymore."

Sky slowly turned his head to face Bloom, his facial expression softening.

"Bloom..."

Bloom twirled the diamond ring around her finger. It felt hot to the touch and all she wanted was for it to be off. She didn't want him if he was going to act that way. He never considered how she felt about anything. She wanted him to try new things in bed and he refused. She asked that he wear a condom and he acted like a tempestuous child. She did everything around the apartment. Maybe she stayed with Sky so long because she was comfortable.

With a fluid motion, Bloom slid the ring off of her finger and placed it on the nightstand.

"I am going to stay at Stella's for the night. I will be back tomorrow to start getting my things." Bloom put on a pair of leggings and slid on her shoes.

"You can't." Sky shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Sky but this has been a long time coming. The fire died a long time ago and..."

"Stop." Sky's blue eyes hardened, "We are not breaking off this engagement. Do you know how embarrassing this is?"

"Embarrassing?"

"What will my family think? What will the guys at work think? I'll be a laughing stock. I will not have them see me as weak."

"Is that all you can think about?!" Bloom shouted. "This is why we won't work. All you think about is yourself! Do you not know how hard this is for me?"

"Hard on you? That ring just slid off. You really are a bitch you know that." Sky ran his hands through his blonde hair.

Bloom didn't know what hit her. Her mouth opened and the words escaped her mouth before she could stop them.

"I've been sleeping with Brandon."

The silence was palpable and the tension could be cut with a knife. No, a chainsaw.

"What?" Sky's eyes narrowed.

"If you want to be embarrassed by something, your ex-fiance has been with another man."

"You're more than a bitch," Sky said through gritted teeth, "you're a fucking whore. You've been fucking my best friend?"

"Technically he's been the one fucking me. Since you said that you wouldn't. Wouldn't even consider it! I only went out and got what you refused to give me." Bloom glared, "I only did what you told me to do. I found someone who would give me what I wanted."

If anyone were to have told her that it would be so freeing to tell a man she once loved that she had been cheating on him and that she would feel so...so...good, Bloom would have suggested they check themselves into a psychiatric hospital.

"You cheated on me! Is this your way of getting back at me over the whole Diaspro thing?"

"Seriously, Sky?" Bloom turned and faced Sky, "That was in college and while walking into your dorm room to find your dick in Diaspro's pussy was not a highlight of this relationship, I slept with someone else because...I'm not happy."

"Not happy?" Sky crossed his arms.

"I should have known then that we were kidding ourselves." Bloom grabbed her duffle bag that was tucked away in the back of her closet. She shoved in a few shirts and pants, as well as some work clothes before zipping it up and swinging it over her shoulders. She walked out of the bedroom and into the front room, Sky trailing behind her.

"Bloom, we can talk about this." An edge of pleading to Sky's voice. A sound that was not too familiar to Bloom's ears. It sounded weird, almost pathetic. She had to put him out of his misery, he deserved at least that much.

"Sky," Bloom grabbed her keys off of the small hook by the door, "don't try to work this out or salvage anything, there is nothing worth saving. I will be back to collect my things. I am sorry that things didn't work out between us but I want us to be happy and we cannot be happy together."

With that, Bloom opened the door to the apartment that she shared with Sky, the place that she called home. She inhaled and on the exhale, a smile formed across her face. She was free. She no longer had to pretend and she could do and feel the way that she wanted.

Straightening herself up, Bloom made her way to the one place where she wanted to be. With the one person she wanted to be with.


"Bloom?"

Brandon greeted as he swung the door to his apartment open.

"I did it."

"Did what?" Brandon asked through a chuckle as Bloom walked past him.

"With Sky...I did it. What you asked."

"That's my good girl," Brandon smirked.

"And then I broke off the engagement." Bloom turned and smiled towards Brandon.

"What?"

"I came to my senses and broke up with Sky. And I told him about us." Bloom's smile grew wider.

"You did what?!" Brandon exclaimed as he took a step towards Bloom.

"I had to."

"Do you not realize that this affects me too? He's my best friend!" Brandon shouted, the smile falling from Bloom's face. "You should have consulted me before telling him or at least given me a heads up. He's gonna kill me."

"I...I'm sorry." Bloom stammered as she took a step away from Brandon. "I'm so sorry."

Brandon wanted to yell at Bloom some more but all thoughts of anger left his head when he looked down to see Bloom crying.

"Oh God," Bloom held a hand up to her mouth, "I broke off my engagement. I don't have anywhere to live unless Stella wants to take me in. I can't go back home or I will be out of a job. Fuck. I really messed up."

"Hey hey hey," Brandon grabbed Bloom's face in his hands, much like the night at the hotel. "You're going to be okay. We're going to be okay. You will stay here with me."

"What about Sky?"

"Don't worry about that right now."

"But you're right. He is your friend and I just ruined your friendship with him."

"No," Brandon sighed, "I ruined our friendship the minute that I began wanting you. I shattered it when I kissed you and I burnt it to ashes the second I drove my cock inside of you."

That statement elicited a giggle from Bloom.

"So don't worry. Was this the way that I wanted Sky to find out? No. But it's over and done with. We will just have to deal with it one day at a time."

Bloom nodded.

"You've always been so kind to me." Bloom sniffled back the last of her tears.

"That's because I-" Brandon caught himself, "because you're my ex-best friend's ex-fiance. And because you are the kindest, smartest, toughest, and one of the most beautiful people I know."

"What I did to Sky was terrible. I am a terrible person." Bloom sighed.

"No," Brandon pulled her down on the couch and took a seat next to her, "you were just lost and lonely."

"That doesn't excuse what I did."

"I suppose it doesn't."

"I really am just a slut. A whore."

"Hey," Brandon turned Bloom's head towards him so that she was no longer looking down at her knees, "only I am allowed to call you a slut." A smile broke across Bloom's face, filling Brandon with an unfamiliar warmth.

"I told you," Brandon smiled, "you are going to be okay. So you be a good girl and listen to me and relax."

Bloom rolled her eyes. For some reason, hearing Brandon calling her names and giving her orders outside the context of sex was comical to her. She knew that he knew that and that made her feel even more...strongly...about him. He was always there to make her smile and feel good, both in and out of the bedroom.

He would give her encouraging looks during her reports during the weekly meetings at work. He made sure that there was always a cinnamon coffee pod left for the coffee machine at work, even if it was the last one and he really wanted it. He never complained when they had to stay late at work before the presentation and never complained when she wanted to order Indian and he wanted Italian. He dealt with the spice and deep down he loved the burn. Brandon would walk her to her car every evening and would text her to make sure she got home okay. He would listen to her rant about work or Sky and would listen to the petty gossip that she had heard from her friends.

She learned that he grew up in the foster care system and was taken in by Sky's family until he aged out. Brandon loved the color green, hadn't switched his hairstyle since high school, and he disclosed that he actually liked the shopping excursions that Stella had dragged him on. Of course he wouldn't admit that the only reason that he liked them was because Bloom was there too.

Brandon was special and Bloom wanted him. Wanted him more outside of the bedroom than she wanted him in the bedroom. It wasn't right.

It wasn't just one moment that Bloom could remember when she knew that she wanted him. When she knew that she loved him. It was in all of the stolen glances, the text messages, the late nights at the office, the deep kisses after they had been physical. It was everything that she wanted to feel with Sky, but didn't. Brandon was everything that she wanted but nothing like she expected.

"Is everything alright, Bloom?" Brandon asked as he stared into her bright, blue eyes.

She didn't respond with words but instead placed a soft kiss on his lips. Brandon pulled away.

"Bloom..." Brandon sighed.

The room seemed to swallow her whole as she backed away from Brandon. With that kiss, had she crossed a line? Their relationship before was based on lust, aggression, and control. This kiss was soft, tender, and sweet. Nothing like the physical interactions they had before.

"I'm sorry." Bloom blushed.

Sensing her embarrassment, Brandon smiled, "Do not be sorry. You just caught me by surprise. I wasn't expecting you to kiss me."

"We have done a lot more than kissing, Brandon." Bloom exhaled a laugh.

Brandon's smile fell as his eyes began to search Bloom's, "But never like that."

"Did you not like it?"

Brandon's hand snaked up Bloom's neck and to the back of her head where his fingers became entangled in Bloom's orange hair.

"Come with me." Brandon commanded with a soft voice, very unlike the commands that Bloom was used to hearing.

Brandon rose to his feet and Bloom's legs trembled as she slowly stood up. He grabbed her small hand in his large one and led her to his bedroom. The smell of pine and mint filling her nose, calming her nerves. But when Brandon sat her down on the bed, Bloom could feel her stomach begin to do flips.

"Take off your clothes." Brandon instructed. "Please."

He never said please.

Bloom's hands shook as she pulled the olive green t-shirt over her head. The cool air hit her bare shoulders and back. She looked up at Brandon who was only looking at her face, different from his usual lustful gaze over her body. He also was not touching her or giving her any commands as to how she should be stripping.

Her bra came next, the black fabric hitting the floor as it fell off of her body. She sucked in a deep breath, the silence in the room becoming suffocating.

"Do you want me to keep going?" Bloom asked.

"No." Brandon lowered his head. "Scoot back onto the bed."

Bloom cocked her head to the side in confusion but did what Brandon asked of her. Her back hit the hard and cold headboard. Brandon stood at the edge of the bed and removed his shirt, exposing his muscular arms, chest, and torso. Bloom let in a sharp inhale, the state of Brandon's body not losing its effect on her.

He threw his shirt off to the side and placed his knees onto the bed. He crawled up the bed towards Bloom. His hands reached out and grabbed her ankles, pulling her down to her back, her head propped up on the pillows on the headboard.

"What are you doing?" Bloom asked.

"Are you going to keep asking me questions?" Brandon chuckled, "Or are you going to let me take care of you?"

"Take care of me?"

Brandon ran his hands up her calves, sending shivers through her body. When he reached her knees, he pushed them apart, the black leggings stretching against her skin. His hands raised and tugged on the waistband of her leggings. With a raise of her hips, Brandon was able to easily remove the black leggings from Bloom's body, her black, lace thong coming away with them.

She was naked in front of him and the way that he looked at her, Bloom had never felt so exposed.

"God, you are beautiful," Brandon remarked breathlessly.

"Brandon..."

Brandon slipped down once again and with a gasp, Bloom felt his lips down between her legs. His breath was hot and his tongue felt marvelous. She had heard the stories about how amazing receiving from Brandon was from Stella, but this was the first time that Bloom was experiencing Brandon's talent. Bloom had to agree, he was amazing.

Pale fingers laced through dark brown hair as Bloom felt her stomach become tight and a foggy haze overtook her mind. She tugged on the smooth strands and she felt a tremble run through her body and her back snapped up as Brandon held her hips in place.

"Oh God!" Bloom yelled through a gasp. She moaned as Brandon's arms wrapped around her thighs, his mouth pressing harder on Bloom's sensitive clit. Her pants became louder and she felt like she was going to explode.

"I love you!" Bloom shouted as she came.

Shit.

Brandon's mouth stilled and she knew that she had fucked up.

"Oh no..." Bloom's face contorted to one of horror at what she had just said. Did she really mean it or was it the earth-shattering orgasm that Brandon had just given her?

Brown eyes appeared from behind her legs and Bloom wanted to disappear. Sink into the ground, cut out her tongue, set herself on fire. Those would all be better options than having to face Brandon after what she said.

"Bloom..."

"No no no." Bloom quickly sat up and looked around for her clothes, "I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I can go."

"So you didn't mean what you said?" Brandon asked.

"Uh..."

"Be honest with me, Bloom. Do you love me?"

She tried to look everywhere but his eyes, "Brandon I..."

"Answer me," Brandon commanded, "now."

"Yes." Bloom blushed. "Yes, I love you, Brandon. I am so sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?" Brandon asked with a smile.

"Don't smile at me."

"Why?" Brandon chuckled.

"I don't need you to make fun of me. I know that it's stupid for me to have these feelings for you. I know that what we were doing was platonic, 'professional' even. Just like I ruined your friendship with Sky, I ruined whatever we have between us."

"You didn't ruin anything." Brandon ran his hands down Bloom's leg.

"But I told you..."

"And I love you too."

Bloom's breath caught in her throat and she blinked rapidly.

"You...you...you do?" Bloom stammered.

"I do." Brandon placed a kiss on her knee. "I love you, Bloom. Everything about you."

Lips trailed up her body, placing soft kisses on her thighs, stomach, chest, and neck. Finally, his lips landed on hers just as softly as she had kissed him moments earlier. His body hovered above hers as Brandon held himself up.

"Please." Bloom whimpered against his lips, her request failing to make it past her lips. But Brandon knew what she wanted, he always knew what she wanted. And he would always give her what she wanted. But only if she asked nicely.

"Please, what?" Brandon smirked.

"Make love to me."

"What was that?"

"Please," Bloom pleaded, "make love to me."

Brandon cocked up an eyebrow and Bloom pouted before she lowered her hands to the waistband of Brandon's sweatpants. She pulled them down and quickly gripped his hard cock in her hand, slowly pumping her hand up and down. His breath hit her face, the smell of mint wafting across her nostrils.

"Please make love to me, sir."

Smirking, Brandon grabbed his cock from Bloom's hand and lined himself up to her soaked entrance. With one thrust, he buried himself inside of her.

"Good girl."