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6. Deflower me Tonight

"My Jewel," Brandon called, and the rich timbrel of his voice echoed in my room. At least Brandon still remembered the name he gave me the day I was born. A name that held a cherished place in my heart, tethering me to a past that seemed distant yet comforting.

"For more than two hours, after talking to your grandfather, I was resisting the urge to come and see you, but I couldn't. Jewel, I missed you like hell," Brandon whispered softly. His voice was calm, and his eyes remained fixed on mine.

I kept quiet and continued staring at Brandon. I missed him and there was no need to pretend I didn't. After some minutes of silence, I took a deep breath and spoke.

"I missed you too," I murmured.

"I came to your estate, and you said you don't wanna see me. I came to Zenith Incorporation Tower, and you turned down my application to meet you. What did I do?"

"Nothing," Brandon whimpered.

"Are you avoiding me because of Rachel?" I asked, my tears increased and I blinked rapidly as I remembered that Rachel has finally got Brandon's attention. Rachel doesn't deserve a good man like Brandon.

Brandon stayed silent and continued staring at me. After a few seconds, he narrowed his eyes and spoke in a suffocated whisper.

"Jewel, I'm sorry."

Slowly, my head drooped. I began to wipe my tears with the back of my palm but the tears continued flowing. I wished I could stop him from marrying Rachel.

As Brandon began to take slow, calculated steps towards me, I clamped the neckline of my nightgown to hide my big breasts. With my right hand, I continued to wipe my eyes.

Even though I am slim and stand at a height of 5"11, I did not know where I got my big breasts which look like two big watermelons on my chest, wide seductive hips that even my father's friends and male employees wouldn't take their eyes away from, and big round buttocks from. My mother is not heavily endowed and this made me question where I got my extraordinarily sexy physique from always.

As Brandon walked closer to me, he cupped my chin and forced me to look into his eyes.

"Jewel, I'm sorry," Brandon murmured again as he stood before me, exuding masculinity. I nodded and was surprised at the way his voice had changed. His voice was now deep and highly sensual.

"I thought you didn't like me anymore," I whispered as he wiped my tears.

"I can't dislike you," Brandon said and lifted me off the ground violently. I quickly threw my arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder, feeling like a baby in his arms.

"How can I dislike my stubborn boss, huh?" Brandon murmured, still carrying me in his arms.

"Put your boss down, Bran," I said after a while with a glint of a smile on my face as I tried to get my feet on the ground. Slowly, Brandon put me down and sat on my bed.

"Why are you here at this hour?" I asked, adjusting my nightgown.

"Rachel and I spent quite a lot of time with your grandfather, and I spent another hour contemplating whether to come and see you or just go back to Stockholm tomorrow morning," Brandon explained.

"Is Rachel waiting for you at the door?" I asked.

"No," Brandon responded with a chuckle. Silence enveloped the room once again.

"How are you, Jewel?" Brandon asked, his voice filled with concern.

"I'm not fine," I responded.

"Why aren't you fine?"

"You left me without breathing a word to me and you even severed communication with me and wouldn't allow me anywhere close to your estate," I said, turning to face the window again. "I shouldn't even be talking to you right now."

Brandon remained quiet. Each time he stayed silent during our conversation, I knew there was one reason behind it. He was running his eyes over my extraordinarily attractive physique.

I was wearing a silk cream-colored nightgown that hugged my body and highlighted every curve. The low neckline of the nightgown barely covered my pink nipples, leaving my big breasts proudly on display.

As the gentle summer breeze flowed through the wide-open window, it seemed to remind us of the first passionate kiss we shared exactly two years ago.

"Jewel, I'm sorry," Brandon finally spoke after staring at me for about five minutes. "Something came up, and I had to leave suddenly."

"What came up?" I inquired.

"It's a long story."

"Why did you sever communion with me and even stop me from visiting you?" I questioned.

"The decision to leave without a proper goodbye was a difficult one, and I thought it would be better for both of us if we didn't try to keep in touch."

"Did you think about how it would affect me? How much it would hurt to be left without any explanation?"

"Jewel, I thought about it every day."

"Is whatever happened also the reason why you chose to marry my… enemy?" I asked.

"No, Rachel did something that shocked me, and she only wanted one reward from me," Brandon said, and silence enveloped the room for a few minutes. I realized the reward Rachel wanted from Brandon was marriage.

"What did she do?" I murmured after about two minutes of silence. "Rachel had never done anything positive in her life."

"Well, she actually did for me."

"What did she do?" I asked again.

"Rachel doesn't want anyone to know. It's a secret between her and me. Jewel, I'm truly sorry for leaving without saying goodbye," Brandon said, changing the topic.

"No, you are not," I said.

Brandon stood up and walked towards me. He slid his hands across my waist and kissed the back of my head. The slow and shivery kiss struck a vibrant chord in me.

"Jewel, I am…and I would like to make it up to you. As you aspire to be a great scientist, just tell me all the things you need, and I'll make them available for you," Brandon mumbled with an apologetic tone. I kept quiet and continued staring out through the window.

"What do you need? Just say it," Brandon said in a broken whisper, still holding my waist. His words got my attention, and I turned to face him. Brandon glanced down at my erect nípples, nervously licked his lips, and fixed his eyes on mine again.

"Really?" I asked, folding my arms around my chest, causing my short nightgown to hike up slightly, exposing my nicely curved hips.

"Yeah," Brandon shrugged and squinted his eyes as he looked at my nicely curved hips.

I began to push him backward until the bed stopped him. I pushed him again, and he sat on the bed and chuckled. With one final push, Brandon's back landed on the bed. I straddled him, sitting firmly on his waist. His soft laughter filled the room.

"If you really want to make it up to me, then you must do something crazy for me. The money you transferred into my account before leaving is enough for the project I'm working on," I said.

"Jewel…," Brandon called with a glint of humor in his tone as he held onto my bare thighs.

"Let's play like old times and after that, I'll tell you what I want," I murmured seductively, massaging his waist gently. I could feel Brandon's hard manhood throbbing beneath me but he tried his best to make sure I didn't notice.

"Jewel, I'm sorry, I can't play with you right now," Brandon let out in a low shivery whisper and I kept quiet and continued looking into his eyes, silently conveying how desperately I wanted to be with him.

"So, what is it that you want?" Brandon asked. Summoning courage, I finally asked for what I had been wanting from him ever since I noticed that we both had feelings for each other.

Although Brandon had never explicitly admitted his feelings for me due to the significant age gap between us and my father being his best friend, I knew deep down that he loves me so much.

Each time our skin accidentally brushed against each other, I used to sense his immediate arousal, but Brandon would discreetly conceal his erection beneath his tight briefs, hoping I wouldn't notice. But I noticed everything.

"Bran, I want you to deflower me tonight. Make love to me," I whispered into his ear with a low, composed voice that echoed our longings.

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