One Night With Mr Braxton

Talia and Colton lay on the bed, bare-bodied and covered with a white duvet. After their rounds of vigorous exercise, it was safe to say that their groove was back. The unfortunate thing was that it came at a price. Talia’s phone rang all through the exercise. Courtesy, Mrs. Steele.

Every time she tried to pick up, Colton retaliated with a paralyzing stroke, hitting the right places and making her moan in ecstasy. After the fourth attempt, she gave it up and threw her phone far from reach which placed a smug smile on his face. From then on, it was a smooth ride, leading up to this moment of recuperation.

Talia held Colton’s phone, skimming through the internet with a smile. Her collection was a success. Day after day, it continued to reach new heights in every aspect of the world. Not only that, she continued to receive a massive outpour of love from every angle, adding to her joy.

” You are yet to congratulate me on my launch.” She said, so calmly that he almost missed it.

” Congratulations sweetie! I always knew you had it in you.” He said, dotingly patting her hair. ” I’d love to show you just how proud I feel but I’m uncertain if you can handle that.” He added naughtily.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

” Thank you very much. At this point, even a nymphomaniac would pass.” She replied with a playful eye-roll.

” Debatable.”

One thing about Talia? She was a woman who knew how to satisfy a man. Ever since their first copulation, Colton fell. Hook, line, and sinker. She could bring one to his knees and as she grew, so did her prowess. It was hard to find someone who could out-match his energy and when he found her, despite not being into her, he stayed alone.

Soon, it was clear no one could match her in that department and when the need for an engagement came, it was easy to go along with her. She became the obvious choice. Who wouldn’t want to come home to that? Not him.

Talia soon dropped the phone and sat up. Her partner immediately noticed the drop in mood, perhaps, change. ” What’s wrong?” He asked, sitting up himself. He had avoided the impending topic long enough.

” We need to talk. We now have a group of ‘shippers’ due to your little public stunt.”

Colton struggled to make sense of where she drove, ” Okay? Is that a problem?” He asked, his brows narrowed.

” No. It’s good for business. They sing my praises and dare I say, make me a topic of controversy.” Talia retorts,

” You mean ‘us’, I still don’t see the problem.”

” Who said there was a problem? I only requested to talk, is that a crime? Shouldn’t you listen to me?!” Talia bellowed, Exasperatedly.

Colton raised his hands in mock surrender, gesturing she could have her way.

” Thank you. Back to the matter, I need to be sure that you are committed to this, especially now that we have company. You are now a direct reflection of me, my brand, and my family in general. I don’t want rude surprises or it’s over.” She warned with an icy look.

Colton was stunned but managed to hide it, playing it cool. ” No surprises. Noted. Anything else?” He asked, being the charmer he was,

Talia had enough rules to fill a twenty leaves note. ” We have to commit to our growing internet presence, and milk the buzz for all its worth. In other words, we need to give them something to talk about. At all times.” She reiterated and got interrupted by a familiar ringtone. Her ringtone. ” Oh shit.” She dived into her undergarments, reaching for her phone. She gulped, ” Hello?”

” Where the hell have you been?!” Talia winced at the voice of her mother, something was wrong.

” On my way home.” She lied, picking up her clothes.

” Head straight to the office. Say hi to Colton, and tell him to be more productive with his time, he runs a company for goodness sake. You both!” Mrs. Steele bellowed before ending the call.

Talia couldn’t speak, she breezed through her things, picking them up at the fastest pace possible. Colton looked on with mild surprise, his fiance was a lioness but compared to her mother, she was a cub. Always has been, and always will be.

” Where are you off to?” He stretched, got up, and picked his clothes carelessly flung across the room.

” What does it seem like? I don’t have all day. We’ll finish this conversation later.” She snapped, looking anxiously through her phone. ” This bitch!” She cursed, reading through the thread sent by her public representative’s officer. Her mother’s call suddenly made sense. Her teeth ground as she watched the attached file, a video making rounds on the internet, tarnishing the image of Steele’s brand.

****

Asher was in his home office when he got wind of the arrival of his wife. His wife, for some absurd reason, loved the sound of that. Contrary to popular belief, he looked forward to having something cordial with his new wife. Cordial and everything in between.

He picked up his phone and quickly fired a message to Mrs. Adams. ” My office, now.”

Asher went ahead with his business, preparing for the meeting he was sure to have with his wife. Meanwhile, Mrs. Adams was escorting Emma into the house when she received a text from Asher. ” I believe you can find your way back from this point?” She suddenly said and halted, forcing her to a stop.

Emma felt confused at the sudden question, ” Huh?”

” You would need to forgive me, Dear. I have to be elsewhere, I apologize for not walking you through but I would assign someone who would escort you all the way.” Emma smiled in understanding,

” I will be fine, come on now, I owe you one, remember? Besides, it’s not like I can get lost, and if for some bizarre reason, I do get lost, it’s only fitting that I find my way around. It’s my home after all.” She shrugged, hoping to ease whatever discomfort she felt.

” True. But I’d feel a lot better handing you over to someone. It’s a huge place and though you’d get a hang of it soon, it doesn’t have to be today.” Mrs. Adams made to call one of the maidens working in the garden but got stalled by Emma’s quickened steps,

” I’ll just head over to my room now. Have fun with whatever you need to do! I’ll be good.” She rushed away, desperate to have some time alone.

Throughout the day, she felt like someone or something was looking over her, watching her every move. Now she was home, she wanted some space to mull over things she was unable to do when they got on their big day out.

Mrs. Adams glowed on her face as she watched her scurry away like a child being chased by some bugs. She had to report to Asher and it was only a matter of time before he became antsy. With that, she headed over to the office, ready to get things over within the shortest possible time.

Knock! knock!

Asher was having a water break when the much-anticipated knock came. ” Come in.” During his wait period, he wondered if his home employees were also slacking. It took her a whole five minutes. Five minutes.

” Mr. Braxton.” She acknowledged, her poise straight and arms crossed behind her.

” Take a seat, Mrs. Adams. I heard you got into some sort of mishap, and yes, you handled it, but I wonder why you got involved, especially knowing the rules and your identity.” Mr. Braxton was thorough. He dotted every I’s and crossed every T’s. Having known Mrs. Adams for the longest time, he was convinced there had to be a story behind her actions.

” Mrs. Braxton felt empathy for the woman and I volunteered to step up.” She answered clearly, having expected the question.

Asher wasn’t surprised, matter-of-fact, he had a feeling the matter connected to her, hence his curiosity. ” And the gadgets?”

” On the way.” Mrs. Adams answered after reading a new message regarding her day’s shopping delivery. “It’s here.” She added.

” Send in Mrs. Braxton,” Asher said, dismissively.

Mrs. Adams made her way out of the room, unknown to her, Emma was at the other end of the door and when she opened, the door revealed a red-cheeked Emma. She did a double take before muttering under her breath, ‘ I knew I should have asked someone.’

” I wasn’t listening!” Emma declared, catching the attention of Asher, who surprisingly, wore a smirk.

” No one said you were.” He spoke from the table, making her feel more mortified. ” This must be the quickest delivery yet.” He said to the hearing of Mrs. Adams who proceeded out of the room, giving them space.

Meanwhile, Emma felt busted. She had been finding her way around the house and as a result, got painfully aware of how huge the house was and how unbelievably similar the doors and corridors seemed. She had been strolling about for the past few minutes, too shy to ask for help.

Somehow, she had managed to find the office of Mr. Braxton and planned to use it in locating her room but ended up getting revealed in a very compromising way. Hmph!

Asher was amused. Her deer-in-headlights look was phenomenal. ” If you are done moping? Have a seat, Mrs. Braxton.”