Brendans POV - continued

Kissing her brought me right back to that night together. I never knew how much I needed to feel her in my arms again, until tonight. I never knew how much I was still craving her, until I tasted her sweet lips once again.

I was falling deep...deeper and deeper in love with this woman and although I had supressed it for many years... at this moment in time, I happily welcomed it.

Until...

"Dan what the fuck?" She gasps as she shoves me back off her and I stumble on my feet, completely confused by her reaction. "You kissed me!"

No shit.

"Clearly... and you kissed me back." I reply.

"Dan... what the hell, we can't do this. I can't do this." She says as she runs her fingers through her hair, pacing around the room like someone just caught us having an affair. "This isn't right."

"Oh here we go. The denial phase is it?" I reply. "Let me guess, it's not you... it's me?"

"What?" She stops pacing and looks at me with a confused expression.

"You're trying to figure out what to make of all this and my confessions and how to deny the fact that you wanted that kiss to happen as much as I did." I reply. "So go on, tell me why you can't do this. Say the most used line in history. "

"No but it is you. It's definitely not me." She replies.

Ok I wasn't expecting that.

"Dan... I'm sorry but you're not him. "

Ouch.

JD's POV

I had just left Brad's room and was now on my way down to the Lobby to find Jules. I was a little worried about leaving him alone and semi intoxicated, but I hadn't heard back from my text conversation with Jules so I wanted to make sure she was ok.

As the elevator doors open, the sound of commotion sweeps through the small lift and I step out hesitantly.

What the hell's going on here?

There was a huge crowd gathered in the lobby area, standing and talking in front of the main tv. I pay no attention to the news, trying to zone in on the one person I was seeking.

There she is. I'd recognise that ass anywhere.

Jules was standing by the front of the crowd, just off to the side with Ava and so I stealthily make my way over, not to disrupt anyone.

"Hey Sweet Cheeks. You alright?" I say as I place a soft kiss on top of her head. She stiffens at my touch and slowly turns around.

"Babe, I'm... I'm so sorry." She says as she places her hands around my waist.

"Sorry? What do you mean Love?" I say as I look down at her, stroking her hair.

"Jay... I think you should look up at the tv." Ava pipes in as she gestures towards the flat screen infront of us.

A female news reporter was speaking. There was a bright red ribbon at the bottom of the screen with the words written on it. I had missed some of what she was saying due to the people chattering around us.

Ok? A plane accident? That is unfortunate but I'm still not sure how this affects me?

I was just about to turn my attention back to the girls until an image popped up on the tv and I felt my heart drop into my stomach.

What the shit?!

"Jay? Jay are you ok? I'm so sorry." My eyes were still glued to the tv and I could barely hear Ava's words over the thumping of my heart.

"What the fuck?" I heard myself yelling at the tv, causing a few gasps around me. Jules let go of my waist as she links arms with Ava and they continue to hang their heads down, trying to avoid my eyes.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Concentrate Jay.

Instinct kicks in and I pull out my phone, quickly searching for the main security line back at the Vaughn Residence. If anyone were to know what the fuck is going on, it would be Brocks own security team.

The line rings a couple of times before someone answers sounding rushed. Definitely not a good sign.

"This is Jayden Asher." I speak sternly into the phone trying to control my emotions. The lad on the other line had panic lathered all over his words, asking me if I had seen the news and all these other bullshit questions.

"Yes I saw the fucking news. Now why don't you calm the fuck down cause this isn't helping anyone." I yell into the phone and I finally hear him take a breath before passing the phone to a senior. "Now someone better get me some bloody answers right fucking now and I want that god damn passenger list sent to me asap."

"Right away Mr Asher." He says over the phone before I hang up.

Adrenaline is pumping through my veins as I continue from one phone call to another. My palms are clammy and I can feel the heat rising in my chest as I wait for the line to ring... but it doesn't and it goes straight to voicemail. Fuck. Where the hell are you Benj?

I immediately try again and get the same result and I completely lose it. "For fucksake. Get Lexi on the goddamn phone."

The girls jump and Ava scrambles to get her phone out of her pocket, her fingers trembling as she goes to search for her sisters number and that's when it hits me.

Brad. Goddammit.

"I gotta head back up and see Brad." I say to Jules as I notice Ava wasn't having much luck with Lexi either. "Will you be alright down here?"

"Yea babe of course. You go, I'll be fine." Jules says as I give her a soft kiss on her forehead before racing back towards the lift, rapidly pressing the Penthouse button, as if it was going to get me there faster.

I try my luck again while impatiently waiting in the lift and dial Benji's number again.

Fucking voicemail again.

"Godammit, answer the fucking phone lad." I yell into the phone just as the doors open and I rush straight out, skipping a few steps as I make my way up the stairs towards the bedrooms.

I almost trip over my own feet as I race down the corridor, my shoes squeaking against the tiled floor. Please please please don't be watching the news. I kept repeating this in my mind as I make my way to his room. Fuck, I'd even be happy walking in on him having a wank if it meant he hadn't seen the news yet.

I shove the door open and call out. "Lad? You still in here?" There was no reply and as I round the corner, I realise why as the sound of a female news reporter wafts through the air.

Oh god no. No no no no no.

Standing by the foot of the bed, directly infront of the big LCD screen... was Brad. Completely motionless as the image of his father lingers on the screen, taunting him.

Bradley's POV

I heard the rush of footsteps out in the corridor as someone enters my room but I didn't bother to look over as my eyes were glued to the tv.

My dads image was blinding me as the words of the news reporter claw its way into my ears.

"Freak accident." Was all I could gather from her, as I continue to stare at my dads picture.

How? What? What the fuck?

Dad?

I suddenly feel a warm body behind me, as two large strong arms wrap themselves around my shoulders and two hands lock against my chest.

"Lad... I'm so fucking sorry. I had hopes you weren't watching tv just now. Fuck.."

It was Jay. The warmth of his embrace was doing nothing to calm the storm that was brewing inside me and yet I continued to stand here, hoping he would squeeze me harder. Hard enough that I would stop breathing. Stop thinking. Stop... seeing.

"This could still be a mistake. They haven't confirmed anything yet and I've already been in touch with his security team back at the house to get more details. I promise I'll get you answers." He continued to talk next to my ear as he leans his chin against my left shoulder. I could feel his heart thumping in his chest against my back. It was so loud and hard... I almost thought it was mine.

Or... is it actually... mine?

"B? Say something. You're freaking me out here." He says as he looks sideways at me and I feel his stubble scratch my skin. "Is there a possibility that he was on that private charter? Were you even aware that he was flying over here tonight?"

I take a deep breath as I gently release myself from his hold. " He was on that plane. He was due to arrive tonight. He was that important client the girls told you about. He was... He was..." I tried to get the words out but I started to choke.

My throat was quickly closing up. I couldn't breathe. My words were coming out as breathless whispers. I make another attempt to compose myself, knowing I needed to stay strong. Knowing that there was still some hope. Knowing I needed to have a level head in order to get some answers... then the one thought I had been pushing to the back of my mind all night, finally surfaced as my emotions got the better of me, suffocating me with fear and anger.

"Where the fuck is my brother?"

Alexis POV

I woke up to the sound of vibrations on the mattress. Fucking phone. I turn over to my left and winced slightly as I felt the body aches come back, pulsing through my legs.

The moon had lit a path through the bedroom and onto the bed where Benjamin was laying... or should I say, should've been laying. Instead the left side of my bed was empty.

Where the fuck is this guy?

I sit up to look around the room when my phone vibrates again. I go to retrieve it underneath one of the pillows.

28 missed calls from Ava? What the hell?

I hear the sound of water running in the bathroom and I assume that's where he would be. I throw my phone back onto the bed, intending to call Ava back once I speak to Benji.

I quietly tip toe towards the open bathroom door and I see him. Benjamin was standing in front of the vanity, cleaning out his glasses. He hadn't realised I was here yet so I took advantage of the moment to thoroughly enjoy the view.

He had his black dress pants back on but was still shirtless... something I was thankful for. The fact that I was only viewing him from the back already had me giddy, just staring at all his taut muscles moving in sync as he continued to clean his glasses. There was something so gentle about the way he was doing this which made me reminisce on the moments his fingers had lightly touched my skin, my hair... my lips. Handling me like I was made out of glass, until he had finally stopped holding back, showing me a world of pleasure I never knew I wanted.

"I see you've made yourself at home." I finally say as I pull myself away from my dirty thoughts.

He slowly looks up into the mirror and I see his eyes trail down the length of me as I lean my shoulder onto the door frame, feeling slightly self conscious of being in nothing but my thong.

"How are you feeling?" He finally says as he slips his glasses back on, turning around to face me now.

Ha. Question of the day. How do I feel? Well.. I feel like I just got railed but to put it into better more descriptive words, I feel like I've been doing sex wrong all this time and have been experiencing half assed orgasms.

But I wasn't about to tell him that now was I?

"I'm good." I replied, playing it down. He immediately smirks at me as he cocks an eyebrow.

"Sounds like I went a little too easy on you then." He replies as he slowly makes his way over to me. He leans his body against mine as my back nestles on the door frame. One hand rests next to my head as the other finds its way up my arm to play with my hair. "Seems to me, like you can take a little more."

I could feel the blood pulsing through me and my body immediately comes back to life with that one touch. I honestly don't know if my body could go another round, but my mind was thirsty for more.

"Well it seems like you haven't had your fill yet." I reply as one of my hands grip the frame behind me and the other rests on his torso.

He flashes me his pearly whites as he lifts my chin with his hand, turning my face slightly away. His soft lips travel along my skin, down my chin and onto my neck. I shiver in response and my knees momentarily cave under me.

"Actually, I'm just getting started Kitten." He whispers into my ear and I feel his hot breath against my skin right before he begins to nibble on my earlobe...

And I felt that shit.

He quickly lifts me up to straddle him and I wrap my hands loosely around his neck as he continues to pepper kiss my skin. I could feel his hardness against my core, pulsing as it continues to grow. His strong hands held me steady as they gripped under my upper thighs. He lifts his face away from my neck and immediately finds my lips, teasing me with his skilful tongue as it slips in and out of my mouth. I could smell my French Vanilla body wash on his skin and even though it's a smell I've been accustom to daily... smelling it on him was like it was the first time I was smelling it. Fuck he smelt good... and all I could think about is how he looked lathering himself in my body wash all wet and naked.

I chuckle against him. "What's so funny?" He says into my mouth.

"You smell good." I reply as I bite on his lower lip.

He chuckles. "Now you know how I feel whenever I smell you." His hand quickly moves in between us as it slips down onto my mound and I moan in response. I was sensitive as fuck down there. I feel his thumb slide underneath the lace fabric as it begins to rub my sensitive clit in a circular motion. I couldn't stop any of the moans that were quickly pouring into his mouth as he continues to occupy my lips. Not sure how it was possible for me, but I could myself getting wetter and wetter with each stroke.

"I want this." He whispers into my neck as he breaks away from our kiss. Before I could reply I hear the sound of my phone vibrating again. It doesn't seem to phase him as he proceeds to insert a finger inside me. I grip tightly onto his shoulders, my nails slightly digging into his skin as the soreness, along with the tender sensations, shoots through me. My phone continues to vibrate in the background and I can no longer ignore it, as it noticeably begins to rival my growing orgasm.

"Benj...wait." I breathe out even though I could feel my hips moving against his hand. "That's... that's my phone. It's been going off all night. I think it's Ava again."

"She can wait." He says as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. Oh fuck me that feels good.

I know I'll regret this but surely 28 missed calls and continuous ringing means it's something important. "Benji wait wait... I think someone needs me." I say as I grip his hand.

"Yes... I need you." He replies as he takes my lips once more. Oh he's killing me here. I eventually pry my lips away, leaving both of us panting for air. He lets out a frustrated sigh as he nestles his face into the crook of my neck and I chuckle at his stubble tickling my skin. "Fuck me, you're killing me here Kitten."

"I'm sorry. But she did call me like 28 times. I just need to make sure nothing is wrong." I reply. "Then after that... well... maybe I'll let you do whatever else you want with me."

His lips immediately curl up in a cheeky smile at the sound of my offer. "Fine. But your sister is still a damn cock block, just so you know."

Oh believe me. I know.

Benjamins POV

I lean against her bathroom door frame as I wait for my hard on to stop twitching. My eyes linger on her petite behind as she tip toes away from me to retrieve her phone, bending over the bed to find it within the sheets.

Fuck me I want that ass. I want to eat that ass. I want to fuck the shit out of that ass.

She turns towards me as she begins scrolling through her phone. "Have you checked yours lately?"

"No I haven't." I reply as I reach into my pocket. "Hmmm... it's dead."

"My chargers by the window. Help yourself." She says as she begins dialling. "I'm just gonna call Ava back real quick and then..."

Her voice trails off as she looks shyly up at me. "And then what?" I say with a smirk.