I roll over onto my back and look over to Brandon, he’s still asleep. I take the chance to look him over, he’s such a gorgeous man. I’ve been a little worried about him. He’s starting to look tired and stressed. I want to ask him what’s wrong but I don’t want to over step my boundaries but another part of me is thinking that Brandon is my man and I can ask him whatever I please. I’m just worried about him.

I take in his many tattoos and smile when I see his new addition. I can’t believe he actually got it. I will always remember the day, Brandon walked into the clubhouse proudly after he had been out all day. I’d been wondering where he had been, but I wouldn’t voice it, a good old lady has trust in her man and me asking where the VP was all day wouldn’t look good on either of us.

He walked right over to me and grabbed me in a heated kiss then explained that he had a surprise for me. Baby and Devlin were standing behind him with knowing smirks as Brandon sat me down. He stood back and I looked around him for a clue. I couldn’t see anything, so where was this surprise?

I sat in shock as he removed his leather vest. This caught some attention from not only the women who were standing around, but club members too. They all watched along with me as he handed me his vest and then began to lift his shirt. When I saw his ‘surprise’ my eyes widened and I heard a collective gasp from people who surrounded me.

On Brandon’s side, was a picture of me and I know which photo he had taken it from. I was on a night out with the girls, I admit I was looking hot in a short red dress, matching red heels with my black hair hanging straight around my shoulders. Brandon had made love to me twice before I left the house and was waiting for me when I returned, naked and hard.

I looked at myself, tattooed on the side of Brandon’s chest, speechless. It’s an amazing tattoo. Not because it’s of me, but because the detail is beautiful. You can even see the lipstick I’m wearing and the sparkle in my eyes. I’m stood in a sexy pose, black shading behind me and the colourful roses coming up from my feet. It’s a big tattoo and very brave. I just can’t believe he has me tattooed on him! Most people would have a name, or matching designs, not a large picture covering most of his flesh!

I do love it though and when I saw it, I cried from happiness. Sometimes I don’t feel worthy of this man, but he reminds me every day how much I mean to him.

Brandon stirs and when he sees me looking down at the tattoo he smiles. “Morning baby.”

I give him a smile back, the nerves for what I’m going to do today returning with vengeance. Brandon must see this and grabs me close, dragging me across the bed and up against his warm body.

“You will be great today babe.” Brandon tries to assure me, seeing right into my nerves.

I look him over and even though he’s just woken up, he still looks like he’s tired.

“Are you ok?” I ask him.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He asks, but I notice his slight hesitation to answer me.

“You look tired and I’m not stupid. I see I how stressed you are.” I point out. “What’s wrong?”

Brandon begins to play with my hair, thinking over what to tell me.

“It’s just club business.” He finally answers. “After what the Devils did to you, taking you away and putting you through that shit again, I won’t let them get away with it.”

His words scare me. “I’m safe now.”

Brandon captures my face in his hands. “I know that, but I still want to make them pay.”

The look in his eyes is of pure hatred for the men who hurt me.

“I killed Demon.” I remind him. “Surely that’s enough.”

He gives me a sad smile. “I want to make sure every last Devil is removed from this earth.”

Brandon then snaps out of his vengeance talks and tries to take my mind away from my quizzing. He kisses my neck and I lean back to give him more room. “Let me take care of you.”

Before I know it, Brandon’s lips are gone from my neck and travelling down my naked body. I did to wear short shorts and a thin strap top to bed but after Brandon started to rip my clothing so he could pay attention to my body, I decided I might as well surrender and sleep naked. To be honest I actually prefer sleeping naked, it feels so much more freeing.

He reaches my nipple and I moan as he licks around the hard peak. I grip his head as he sucks my nipple into his mouth and my hips thrusts up involuntarily. The connection between nipple and pussy is unbelievable.

“Brandon.” I gasp, giving him a warning that I’m going to cum.

He growls as he leaves my nipple and slowly kisses down, licking my stomach as he goes even further down. He gives me direct eye contact when he reaches my most intimate area and swipes up with one long stroke. My eyes close and my head tilts back into the pillow as he licks more and more. His tongue makes me spread my legs wide and moan even louder. I grip onto Brandon’s hair, grinding my pussy in his face just to get that bit more friction. I gasp loudly as he sucks onto my clit.

“Oh god.” I moan. “I’m cuming.”

Brandon growls and I become undone.

***

“Ok, Miss Ashford,” my interviewer smiles from behind her desk. “Thank you for your time.”

I sign out of relief. “Thank you.”

She gives me a warm smile. “Don’t worry, you did a good job.”

I really like this place. Allure magazine is a top London magazine and I didn’t think I’d ever get this far in the interviewing. Believe it or not, I had to go through two previous types of tests before I even got the face to face interview today. Considering that my interviewer, Miss Cora Lockwood is the head woman around here, she’s really nice. A lot better than my previous boss. Cora Lockwood inherited the magazine. This place runs not only in her family but through her veins. She knows her shit and I’m so honoured to meet her, I just hope I’ve impressed her and got the job.

“You said in the interview that you do your own blog?” She asks, seeming honestly curious.

“Yes.” I answer. “I started it when I was just nineteen and I love it.”

She slowly nods her head and asks about my followers and interest and she seems impressed by how many people I actually have connect through my solo blog.

“That’s great Lauren, if you did join Allure then we could maybe work that into the magazine as your own little project.” She suggests.

“Wow!” I beam. “That would be amazing.”

And it really would. Not only would I get special recognition as a fashion blogger but my network would increase if I was linked to Allure. My old boss back in America never offered this opportunity. I love Cora!

She stands and I gather my belongings. We part on good terms with her promising to get in touch soon. I feel like I skip through the building and back down to my car. I’m in such a good mood, I don’t know why I was so worried!

On my drive home I think about how much I want this job. Now that I’ve met Cora Lockwood and been inside the Allure building, I want it even more. It really is the perfect job. I’d get to work with one of the top magazines, use my own blog and the hours are great too! It’s also very well paid for just a Monday to Friday job, plus three of those days I work from home!

As soon as I step through the door, Brandon and Natasha greet me and ask how it went.

“It was amazing.” I grin, unable to hide my excitement.

Brandon kisses me on the head, his pride shining though.

“When do you hear if you got the job?” Natasha asks.

I’m about to answer when my phone rings. I gasp in excitement and with shaky fingers I reach into my bag. Surely this can’t be the magazine already!