Page 14 of Brendan (The Doherty Mafia)
I bunched up the sheets in my hands as I sat there on the bed—recalling every precious moment I had spent with him. Right from when he first walked up to me and tapped my shoulder. To the moment when he gripped my bony hips and thrust his big cock inside me.
I was convinced I could make myself come again just like that. Just by thinking about him.
I must have sat there on the bed for half an hour before I realized too much time had passed. Brendan said he was just going back to the party downstairs to grab us some drinks. It couldn’t have been taking him that much time.
My hands shook as I put on my clothes. Now I was worried.
It was too good to be true. Did I make a mistake? Was I going to make a complete fool of myself?
I slipped out of the room and went down the stairs. The party was still in full swing but Brendan was nowhere in sight.
I could sense looks being directed at me. Everyone at that party knew what I had done. Did they envy me?
I didn’t feel like I was in such an enviable position anymore.
Then someone grabbed my arm and spun me around. I gasped when I saw it was Petra.
“Come on, Rosa, we’ve gotta go!” she hissed.
“What are you talking about? I have to find Brendan,” I snapped, pulling my arm away from her.
“He’s left,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
“What?”
“He came down the stairs like forty minutes ago and walked out the door. I’ve been waiting for you to come down. I wasn’t sure what was going on with you.”
“He’s left?” I gasped.
Petra’s expression changed to one of pity. She could see the horror and anger on my face. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
One moment I was convinced I was in love with this amazing stranger who was going to change my life. And the next minute, I was alone again. No wonder everyone was staring at me. They all knew I had been abandoned immediately after sex.
Eight
Brendan
When I woke up the next morning with Rosalie’s beautiful body still on my mind—I knew I was fucked.
In the shower, I jerked off to her hard. I had no other choice. She left me hard and dry. I almost hated her for it, but not really. I couldn’t.
Every time I thought I could make myself stop obsessing over her—I’d see her face. How teary-eyed she looked when I caught her in the store room. I didn’t know what I had done. Was it my fault? What did I do to make her push me away and run from me?
Maybe it had nothing to do with me, but it sure felt like it did.
I was supposed to meet Tristian at our father’s office and discuss the meeting from the previous day. There was a lot to talk about. Even though we had managed to convince these guys to stay on with us, I was pretty sure our luck was running out soon.
Aldo already spread poison within our business associates and soon it was going to catch up with us. And if we started losing money now, it would have long term business consequences for us.
There was so much to discuss—but my mind was on Rosalie.
The girl who I would probably never see again.
I drank two cups of coffee to wake myself out of the fantasy of her. I needed to focus. I needed to forget about her.
I got to the house and tried to keep it—business as usual. Tristian led the conversation with our father, while I sat there trying to put my thoughts together.
Rosalie was still on my mind. It was fuckin’ unbelievable.
I kept picturing her next to me, staring up at me with those big blue eyes I would never forget. And that look on her face that reminded me of someone else.
Tristian gave me the chance to jump in on the discussion a few times, but I passed them up. I didn’t know what to say anymore. I’d completely missed the train.
I noticed how our father gave me a few glares. It was unlike me to not want to voice my opinion. Especially on a subject I was personally involved in.
He dismissed us eventually, saying he had a lot to think about and that we needed to come to a conclusion with Aldo soon.
I rushed out of the room, eager to return to my apartment and spend some time alone. But Tristian grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back.
“Come on, brother, we need to talk. Where do you think you’re going?” he said.
“I fucked that chick from last night,” I told Tristian as we lit our cigarettes outside.
We stood on the back porch of our family home together, looking out at the big manicured backyard.
