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Love and Kickboxing (Grave x EveningSky)

Brandon smiled as Vanessa carried off the plate of cookies.
"Weren't you already my temptress just now, though?"
He finished the cookie and followed her into the living room.
"Yeah, I can drop you off."
He got his keys and went out to the truck with Vanessa. Once they were in, he started it up and began heading for the college.

Once parked in front of the dorm building, Brandon turned to her.
"Well, I have to head out soon to make it to New York. I'll see you when I get back, or you can call if you want."
He gave her a kiss and watched her exit the truck. Brandon waited until she was safely into her apartment before he left. Once she was, he drove back home and began to pack for his trip.
 
Campus had been all but empty come the first day of Spring Break. So Vanessa had no problem waiting in the main parking lot for her childhood chauffeur. The black rolls Royce turned onto campus grounds, stopping right in front it's intended target, Vanessa. David, a man in his late fifties exited the car, a welcoming smile on his face. "Dave.." Vanessa hugged the man tightly, always enjoying his presence.

"You haven't changed much" David chuckled, his love for the little girl, now grown woman still the same. Vanessa would always be a little girl to him, the little who he drove to school, camps and to the mall. "Are you ready?"

"Yes" She helped him place her things in the trunk, and soon, they were both on their way to the Vasseli estate.


Entering the familiar black gates, brought a sense of comfort, yet uncertainty. Vanessa stared out the glass windows of the car as it ascended the long drive way. The usual guards sitting on the lawn, under a tree, their make shift watch post. When the car came to a complete stop, Vanessa exited and before reaching the large mahogany front doors, it swung open, revealing little brother and sister.

"My God! How old are you guys now?" Vanessa's legs got tackled with hugs. She stopped hugging them both properly.

"We're five" Megan smiled.

"But I'm older still" Vitaly boasted

The twins, born too Victor Vasselli's one and only wife Margaret, were Vanessa's only siblings, and she loved them to death.They looked up to their elder sister, fully enjoying the love and attention she bestowed on them.

"I got you two gifts"

The twins both leapt into the air, joy overcoming them. The three walked into the mansion, their mother waiting in the hall, greeting Vanessa with a warm smile. "Its good to see you again" Margaret hugged her tightly. The two had never been best of friends, but they got along, for the sake of Victor, and the two kids.

"You too.." Vanessa gave her usual sweet smile. She had been the only mother figure Vanessa knew, yet she had never truly experienced the love and warmth she craved. Vanessa had been the result of an affair, a short fling her father dabbled in while on business in Venice. Abandoned at birth, by the only woman who would ever truly love her. That, however, had been terribly far from the truth.


Vanessa was never abandoned, instead taken from her mother's arms. It why Margaret never softened towards her, the elder woman could barely stomach her husband's indiscretions, but she knew it came with being the wife of a rich and powerful man. But when Victor learned of Vanessa's existence, he wanted her, and it infuriated Margaret. After retrieving her from Venice, Victor spared no expense, a nursery had been fully prepared, and two nannies on rotation. Vanessa was, and still is the Apple of the Victor's eye. Margaret never understood his love of her, yet she tried too, equating it to the love He had for the girl's mother. A woman whom she had never met, yet always remembered evrytime she saw Vanessa.


"Your father isn't here, he's out on business, but he should be back for dinner"


"Okay, well I'll go give these rascals their gifts and take a rest" She followed David as he carried the bags to her bedroom.

"Thank you" Vanessa unzipped the suitcase and rummaged through her things, Megan and Vitaly hovering over patiently.

"For youuuu"She grinned hanging Megan a jewelry making kit "And this is for you.." She passed Vitaly a mini remote control car. The kids lit up, thanking Vanessa from mars to the moon. Despite having everything they ever wanted, they were still very grateful for it all. In a flash they disappeared, eager to show off their new toys. This left Vanessa alone, she retrieved her phone, checking it for messages. "Zero.." No messages, especially from Brandon. Why would he message her, "Not like he's having fun. He went New York to compete" Vanessa opened their ongoing conversation and clicked the camera icon, she placed the up in the air, capturing her perfect smile, her bedroom on display in the background. Adding the caption "Home at last" she hit sent.
 
The same day that Vanessa was leaving for home, so was Brandon. He and his manager had packed enough to last for the week of the Grappler's Quest tournament, and boarded a plane bound for his old family home in Manhattan, New York. It had been quite some time since he had been home, and he was excited to see his parents and other family again. Bad memories had left him fewer people to see than who he had grown up with, but family was always there. When the plane touched down several hours later, it was night in glittering NYC. At the airport, his parents were there to pick him up.

His father, Thomas Hargrave, was a tall, muscular man with short gray hair that had once been black and steely eyes. He was a friendly, honest man, but had the look of a former boxer that had once terrified his opponents with a cold glance that could look right through them. His mother, Crystal Hargrave, was the exact opposite, being soft where his father was hard. His mother had beautiful red hair and a thin frame, with eyes as blue as the sky and a soft smile that could light up the world. Brandon had gotten a mix of features from his parents, his mom's smile, his dad's eyes, etc. This was the first time he had seen his family in over a year, and he had missed them like crazy.

"Mom, Dad..."
Brandon approached them and all three hugged in a tight embrace. When the hug finally ended, his father turned to his manager.
"Roger Adley, good to see you again."
"You, too, Tom."
The two men shook hands and the family unit went back to the car.

The ride back was relatively quiet, the parent's wanting to pepper their son about what life had been like outside of the ring over the last year in California. However, they were holding back to give him time to adjust to being back home. Crystal had longed to see her son on more than just a TV screen for months, and it was hard not to latch onto him and never let go. Thomas had similar feelings, but also was relieved that his son was safe, living on the other side of the country like that. They reached the Hargrave home, a two-story brick house, and went inside with the bags. Once everything was settled for the moment, Brandon and Roger joined his parents for a large dinner that they had prepared together.

As they sat down, Brandon received a text on his phone. Taking it out, he saw it was a photo message, and opened it to see Vanessa's smiling face with the caption. Before he could text back, his mom saw the picture of her.
"Well, that's a beautiful young lady there. Is she your girlfriend?"
"Oh, Crystal, don't pry into the boy's personal life," Thomas said with a laugh.

Crystal shot him a quick glance, like a dagger but without any real edge.
"I haven't seen my son for over a year, so if I want to ask him a question, Thomas, I will. Got that?"
Thomas raised a hand to show he would put up no resistance, and chuckled. His wife was a sweet woman, but she had an edge to her that took no shit from anyone. Under the circumstances they had been living under, it was understandable that she would feel the way she did.

"It's okay, dad. She's not my girlfriend, but I'd like her to be. Vanessa is just not ready for that yet, though."
"So her name's Vanessa? That's a really nice name for what I hope is a really nice girl."
Brandon smiled, not sure if his mom would think she was "nice" if she knew about their arrangement that had been going on for a while.

Turning to the phone, Brandon texted her back "So glad you got home okay." before sending the message. His parents had a rule that all cell phones were turned off at the dinner table unless they were absolutely necessary, so he turned his off and put it back in his pocket. There was quite a spread before him, and he would bet even Vanessa would be impressed by it. The family began to eat and make conversation, the parents asking the typical parent questions if he was keeping up with his schoolwork and passing. His mom wanted to know more details about Vanessa and how they met, but Thomas convinced her to lay off the topic for that first night home. After dinner, Brandon planned to send Vanessa a picture back in his room, and for the time being just enjoyed the "Welcome Home" dinner with his family.
 
Vanessa spent a lovely dinner with her siblings and Margaret. Her could not make it on time, his business running later than anticipated. By the time he arrived, most everyone was asleep, except Vanessa. The brunette had been in the kitchen pouring herself a glass of water when her her father came in, discussing something auth Dominic in hushed tones. Vanessa stepped out of the kitchen, pyjamas on, and glass in hand. She watched how her father's eyes lit up upon seeing her appear in the hall where he had been exchanging words with Dominic.

"Belle..." He smiled, a man who lodged bullets in men's brains, for slightest hint of betrayal, smiled.

Dominic turned his head quickly , previously unaware of Vanessa's presence. His eyes scanned her figure, forever baffled by the way she made him feel, despite his bitterness toward her, and what she would take from him. Dominic wanted the power, he wanted to be Don, but he wanted the girl also. If Victor refused to let him have to, the old man would take a bullet, there was no issue in killing him, but he could not, not right now. Not with Victor's hold still so strong. Dominic was no fool, he would be killed soon after, if not by Victor's men, definitely by the hands allies. Vanessa was his wamy in, marrying her meant inheriting everything. "I'll see you in morning" Dominic said to Victor, before he exited the mansion. Not once verbally acknowledging Vanessa, a simple nod in her direction did the trick. So as not to lose his hand by showing disrespect to the Don's daughter.


When Dominic left Vanessa hugged her father "You forgot i was coming didnt you?"

"No, I was just surprised to see you still up at this hour" Victor lied expertly.

Vanessa however knew her father, and had not fallen for the tale. "As a little girl I was always grabbing water from the kitchen at his hour" She rolled her eyes at him. "What are you doing that caused you to forget me?"

Victor sighed, walking toward his study, Vanessa in tow. "Organisng a new business venture, seems very profitable"

Vanessa nodded, and needing to know anymore. Her father knew she hated the logistics of what he did for living, therefore he offered no more. Vanessa spent two hours chatting with her father, before retreating to her bedroom to sleep.

Instead of sleeping in, the short brunt woke early, to join her father on his hatch for breakfast. Something they enjoyed doing together before she left for college. Vanessa lived two lives, one of luxury in Los Angeles, and one of an ordinary girl in San Diego. The money refused to take in college was the same money she basked in at home. Designer clothes,shoes, fancy cars, million dollar yatch and gourmet breakfast had been everything she was accustomed too, everything she grew up with, everything she missed while away.

"Are you seeing anyone?" Victor inquired, sipping his usual Cuban coffee.

Vanessa gave her father a suspicious glance "..No" she bit into the cheese scone. "Mark and I broke up"

Victor nodded, recalling the pictures he had been sent of her in Las Vegas with who he later learned was a professional kickboxer. "So no one else?"

Vanessa frowned, sipping her orange juice "Why are you asking? Are you having me followed?"

"No, not really. I just throw an eye on you every now and again." His gaze landed on her "I've noticed someone..."

Vanessa pursed her lips, annoyed at her father's interference into her private life. She should have known, it should have been obvious. Being in Vegas with Brandon, someone must have noticed. Especially after seeing Lyle, she could run into anyone. Last Vegas being the birthplace of the mob, her father's playground, many Casino's and clubs being owned by Victor Vasselli.

"Well?" Victor sipped his coffee

"Do you really need me to tell you dad? I'm sure you know Brandon's parents live and where he attended kindergarten already."

The man chcukled "You know me well"

Vanessa shrugged pouring herself another glass of juice "He's my friend." Vanessa bit her lip nervously "I know what I'm doing dad, you don't need to babysit me from afar"

Victor nodded, avoiding telling Vanessa of his trip to New York to see Brandon tournament, too observe him from the shadows. The kickboxer a perfect candidate for the business Victor wanted to dabble in. The world of organised fights
 
After the dinner, Brandon went upstairs to his old room. It still looked warm and inviting, no doubt kept up by his mother. Such behavior was usually undertaken by parents of the missing, in an effort to be closer to them and provide a place for them to come back to. How sad that a mother who knew where her son was and that he was okay had to engage in such behavior. Sitting on his bed, he took out his phone and snapped a nice picture, smiling his best and sending it off to her. The caption read: "I made it home okay."

The following day would be the qualifier for the Grappler's Quest tournament. He had been practicing Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, or BJJ, for a little while now, and it was time for him to test out his abilities. This tournament often featured professional MMA fighters and BJJ black belts, so the odds of a part-timer like him winning were slim to none. The main objective was to get experience, however, and that was what he focused on. How he placed in the tournament was not as important as how well his technique was executed. He laid down on the bed to read a book, but was startled by a knock on the door.

His mother came into the room and sat down on the bed.
"Brandon, I can't tell you how good it feels to have you back home."
"I've missed it," Brandon replied with a smile and a nod.
"I must admit, I didn't see things going this way after high school. But things started changing after what happened with Tiffany..."
Brandon sat up and had an expression of pain in his eyes.

Tiffany Clayton had been his first girlfriend, and also a childhood friend. The two had started dating their Sophomore year of high school, and things went well until their Senior year. Brandon put in long hours at the gym preparing to go pro in Kickboxing, and this meant less time for Tiffany. Tiffany responded by cheating on him with his best friend at the time, Blake Timmons, and Brandon caught them together in his house while his parents were not home. Brandon immediately ended everything with both of them, and high school graduation was painful. In a way, being forced to flee to California had been good for him.

His mother looked at him with sympathy.
"I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."
She gave him a motherly hug and smiled knowingly.
"Tell me about Vanessa. Do you love her?"

Brandon explained how he felt about Vanessa, that he cared about her and wanted to be more serious with her. Love was perhaps too strong a word for what they currently had, but their relationship still had time to grow. Vanessa was certainly more to him than just sex, and his mother could tell by the way he talked about her that he cared.
"Well, my hope is that because she was cheated on, she wouldn't hurt you like that. I know your trust hasn't fully recovered from what happened with Tiffany and Blake."
His mother got up, kissed his cheek and left, leaving Brandon quiet time so that he could relax and read a novel.
 
Dominic entered the Vasselli house, his mood severely sour. Victor had been organising a new business venture, and he was being left in the dark. When it came to business, he was rarely left in the dark. It irked him more than ever, especially when Victor left for New York, no doubt his trip was business related.

Vanessa laid in the warm sun, her red bikini clad body glistening due to the sunscreen. She was not the type to tan, but it was closest she would get to Cancun. Bikini, hot sun and sunglasses, sending a Brandon a picture had been quite tempting.

Suddenly a blanket shade covered her, Vanessa knew someone had blocked the sun. "Can you move?" She had no idea who it was or what they wanted, but they were ruining her relaxation. When the figured stayed in place, Vanessa removed her sunglasses to get a better look. With a roll of her eyes she placed them back on "Don't you have someone else to go harass" Dominic was really starting to annoy her.

"Not really"

"Why aren't you in New York with my dad..." Vanessa smirked, suddenly realising what she had just said. Why wasn't he in New York, they usually did business together. "..Are you being kept out of the loop?" She knew her words would spark anger. The way his jaw tightened confirmed her suspicions. He was being kept in the dark, this certainly sparked her interest. What was her father doing that made him leave his right hand man at home. It had not taken Vanessa to put all the pieces together, and she hoped she was wrong. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of her stomach.


Victor landed in New York, and made his way to his penthouse apartment that overlooked Central Park. His intentions were simple, he knew where Brandon Hargrave would be, and when his fights were. He was here to spectate, and he came alone to protect Vanessa's privacy. Her friendships were her own, and Victor knew Dominic had an eye for his daughter. An eye he would lose if he dare touched her.
 
The next day, Brandon went down to the arena in Manhattan where the Grappler's Quest tournament would be held. Brandon weighed in, filled out paperwork, and demonstrated enough knowledge of BJJ technique to qualify to enter. Brandon may have been a star in the kickboxing world, but fighting on the ground was a whole different world. Most people took the floor under them for granted, but for warriors like these, any flat surface was the arena itself. The rise of MMA had seen the popularity of BJJ explode, and Brandon was in for tough fights all week. While he trained kickboxing as a young man, these young men trained their whole lives from childhood to early adulthood in BJJ, and thankfully for newcomers like Brandon, this was a no-gi tournament, meaning that they competed in shorts and shirts rather than the traditional martial arts gi.

Brandon had just finished his registration when he ran into Tiffany, his heart screeching to a stop like wheels on pavement. She looked much the same but slightly more mature, and memories, good and bad, came flooding back. Roger politely excused himself, knowing that this was a very personal situation for Brandon. It was awkward as Brandon and Tiffany both went through a phase of not knowing what to say. Brandon shoved down the anger from bad memories, trying to move past that bitterness.
"Tiffany...How are you?"

"Good, good...I'm doing good," she said, getting over her initial flustered state.
Emotionally, this was a hard situation for Brandon. Tiffany had once been the closest person to him, and the pain of the void left behind after she cheated on him throbbed painfully now within his heart. Still, he had moved on and she had moved on, and they could at least be civil with each other. After chatting for a few minutes about safe, easy topics, Brandon decided to broach the hard one.
"Are...Are you and Blake still together?"

Tiffany shook her head.
"No, that's been over for a while. You didn't know this because you severed all ties with us, but we actually broke up two months after you caught us together. We both felt too guilty and ashamed over you to make it work. I wanted to call you so many times to apologize, but I figured you wouldn't want to talk to me. When I heard you left town, I didn't think I'd get the chance to apologize."

Tiffany looked around.
"I never thought I'd run into you here. Are you planning to take the BJJ world by storm, too?"
"Something like that. What are you doing here, Tiffany?"
"My brother Ryan is competing in the tournament. He's been doing BJJ since he was young."
Brandon nodded as he thought back and realized that this was true.

Checking his watch, he saw that it would be time to start soon.
"I have to go, Tiffany. After the tournament is over, I'd like to have coffee with you. We need to discuss some things."
Tiffany nodded with a small smile.
"I'd like that."
The two walked away and Brandon headed into the locker room.

Taking out his phone, he pulled up the picture of Vanessa. Seeing Tiffany just now had stirred up emotions in him, but looking at Vanessa, there was no question that he loved her. He turned off his phone and set it down before changing clothes. Brandon wanted to meet with Tiffany so that he could let go of the bitterness of the past. She had seemed remorseful, and that made him forgiving her much easier. As he sat down to wait for the start of the tournament, though, he cleared his mind to focus on the upcoming competition.
 
"What are you doing here Dominic?" Vanessa glanced away from the movie she and her younger siblings were currently engaged in.

"I came to watch too" He smiled, taking the spot right next to her.

The two children laid on the floor, on their stomachs, their arms and head supported by large white pillows. They had not seen Dominic enter but they heard his voice. Both turned back, looking up at sofa with a smile "Hey uncle Dom" they both chimed in unison.

"At least they like me" He whispered.

Vanessa chuckled "What makes you think I don't like you" She said softly, her eyes meeting his.

A fire lit in Dominic's eyes, and he leaned in closer, his lips inches from Vanessa's face "Do you?"

She simply stared, no wavering of her emotions. Her face expressionless, a look Dominic knew too well from Victor. So much like her old man, and she barely knew it. Maybe he was wrong, maybe Vanessa could run the family business after all.

Vanessa blinked, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth "Maybe...." She allowed a few seconds, for her words to sink in "not..." The brunette turned her attention back to the television, completely ignoring the man beside her. Whatever he felt, was his problem. Dominic had no business trying to seduce her, and she could easily as well have him killed. Heck, Vanessa had the power to have anyone retired. Such actions meant cementing herself within the mob, more than she already was.


Victor Vasseli made his way around the floor, keeping his eye on the many fighters that wanted their chance at victory. After seeing a few of Brandon's matches online, he knew the boy had potential, the potential to make him a lot of money. As a business man however, Victor dare not put all the chips in one bag. It was at that moment he spotted the lovely couple, Brandon and another beauty, a girl who clearly had him taken, due to his unsure expression. Victor watched, what seemed like a painful exchange, both parting to go their separate ways. With the mind of a good father, he snapped a picture of the two before they parted. Insurance just in case he needed it.
 
Brandon joined the rest of the competitors in the center of the room, and each of them was introduced to the crowd by name with a list of accomplishments. There were twenty competitors in this year's tournament, and the other nineteen were mostly decorated BJJ pros, with some pro MMA fighters, and a former professional wrestler in the mix, as well. Tiffany's brother Ryan had won two other Grappler's Quest tournaments out of state, and was one of the favorites to win. The other favorite to win was a highly-decorated grappler named Ricardo Silva, who had been practicing BJJ for thirty years and had not only competed in over twenty Grappler's Quests, winning sixteen of them, but had also briefly had a career in the UFC before retiring to focus more on his study and the teaching of BJJ in his hometown of Sao Paulo. Brandon was the lowest-decorated and least experienced practitioner in the tournament, but his presence was really getting the attention of fight fans everywhere. Many were curious to see how far this striker could go in a whole different world of competitive fighting.

The first matches were decided, and Brandon would first be facing a BJJ black belt named Alonzo Grey. The first ten matches would go on at the same time, and so Brandon went to his circle where he would face off with Grey. Taking up a grappler's stance, Brandon waited until the referee gave the signal before moving to try and block a single-leg takedown by Grey. Bending his knees, he tried to lock his arms around Grey's neck to win by guillotine choke, but Grey was too fast and moved into a double leg takedown that put him on his back. Brandon quickly grabbed Grey's right arm with his right hand and grabbed Grey's shirt, moving back to toss him over him. This was a rather unskilled counter, but it worked. Brandon hurriedly got to his feet and caught Grey as he came back for a double-leg takedown.

Fortunately, Brandon had calculated his movements right and used Grey's own attack against him. He had moved his body enough that Grey had put his own head in Brandon's arm when he took him down. Quickly locking in the guillotine choke, Brandon successfully won the match when Alonzo tapped out. After shaking hands with him, Alonzo left the staging area to head for the locker room, where the losers of the matches were to wait out the rest of the tournament, although they could still see it on a TV mounted in the corner. Brandon went over to the sidelines to await the outcomes of the other matches. As expected, Silva and Ryan won their own matches, and the five winners were soon gathered on the sidelines.

Since they now had an uneven number of competitors, the second round matches would go one at a time. One of the other winners, Paul Smith, a former MMA fighter, was in the first match against Ryan. It was a battle for supremacy, and ultimately, Ryan won out with a triangle choke. Silva was then up against Aaron Morris, who was a Grappler's Quest veteran of ten years. His skill was good, but Silva had the advantage in experience and won the match with a leg-lock. The semi-final match would be Brandon against Ryan.

Brandon went to the circle and shook hands with Ryan.
"Hey, man, it's been a while. I never expected to see a kickboxer like you compete in a Grappler's Quest. You did good against Grey, but I'm going for this win with all I've got."
"I'll do the same."
When the referee gave the signal, the two went for each other, clasping hands to fight for dominance.

Brandon was a skilled fighter and good at BJJ, but he had only been training off-and-on for two years. Ryan had devoted the same amount of time to BJJ as Brandon had to Kickboxing, and was just as dedicated. The difference in skill became more and more apparent as the fight went on, and Brandon struggled to avoid being caught in a lock. He got Ryan on the ground and went for the unorthodox farm boy choke, but before he could lock it in, Ryan ducked out and took his back. Though he struggled, Brandon was caught in the choke from on his back and forced to tap out. He would take third in this year's Grappler's Quest, which was still highly-impressive given that he was still a BJJ rookie.

Brandon shook hands with Ryan and went into the locker room. The final match of the tournament would be between the two favorites, Silva and Ryan. Silva definitely had the advantage, but Ryan was young, quick, and skilled, so he could just as easily take the win. When the match begun, it was awesome to see two skilled practitioners display their art. Each one almost had the other several times, and it was a nail-biter to see who would win. In stunning fashion, Ryan locked in a kimora and forced Silva to tap, winning the tournament despite the odds being against him.

The contestants were all brought back out, and the final three in the tournament were each given a trophy. Brandon's was small but well-made, and Ryan's was big and ornate. Brandon stood to the left of Ryan, and everyone took pictures of them. After this was done, Tiffany took pictures of Ryan and Brandon with their trophies. Going back to the locker room, Brandon got his stuff to head to a small cafe. It was time for him to have that talk with Tiffany.
 
Two weeks, it didn't seem like a long time, Vanessa already began packing to go home. Her dad was still in New York, doing God knows what. Vanessa, at this point, could only hope and pray her father had not gone to see Brandon. If he had, she prayed he did not speak to the athlete. Nothing could prepare her for answering the questions she would receive if Brandon learned the truth about her. Vanessa liked him, more than she dare admit. Deep down, she was not ready to separate. As she sat in her room packing her suitcase, the brunette shook her head in shame. They could be more, they had to the potential. Brandon was a great person, Vanessa was holding herself back, and she didn't know why.

Quickly she picked up her phone and dialed Samantha's number. When the blonde answered, Vanessa was greeted with loud music and an even louder "Hello"

"Hey Sam it's me...Nessa" she laid down on her bed, knowing her friend was probably at a great party.

"Hold on let me go outside"

Vanessa listened quietly to the music and shuffling and Samantha's incoherent mumbles. Soon the background noise disappeared and Samantha's voice came in loud and clear. "What's up?"

"Nothing.."

"Oh please, you took me from a party for nothing?"

"Well.."Her voice trailed, struggling to find the right words "I think I like Brandon....as more than a friend"

Samantha chuckled "Well no shit"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"What I mean Vanessa is you aren't the type of girl to let a guy screw your brains out almost everyday and feel nothing after. I knew you liked him, or at least that you'd fall for him eventually."

Vanessa groaned, knowing her friend was absolutely right.

"When he's not fucking you, he's flirting with you."

Despite her crude way of putting it, Samantha's words made Vanessa smile.

"I cannot believe you thought you'd be friends with benefits and not fall for this guy..."

"...I know, I'm dumb" Vanessa sat up "Just in case he hasn't found some hot chick in New York who agreed to be his girlfriend....how do I tell him?"

Samantha thought for a moment "I never had to ask a guy if he wanted to my boyfriend...but I guess just be up front with it. "

Vanessa nodded "Youre right, that's the best way." She smiled gratefully even though Samantha couldn't see. "Thanks Sam, for everything. Now I'll leave you too enjoy Cancun without me" She laughed.

"Hey...Cancun is always here, and when you Brandon start dating we can come again...you guys can have sex on the beach" Samantha laughed, referring to the alcoholic and not the actually act itself "Hey Nessa..."

"Yeah?" She replied, laughter in her voice

"He loves you...so don't be nervous"

Vanessa had not been expecting that, she half heartedly believed it but thanked Samantha for her words of encouragement nonetheless. The two girls hung up and, Vanessa threw herself onto the bed again. "Why would he love me" She muttered, she was a short quirky, mysterious girl who offered herself to him without guilt.


The day had arrived, and Vanessa bid her farewells everyone, her father chauffeur taking her back to campus. She left a day earlier than she needed too, but that was because she wanted to be there when Brandon got back. Instead of going to her apartment she stayed at his place, still having a key from when she cooked. She knew he got in.the day before Spring break ended. With that in mind, the short Brunette took her salary and prepare a feast fit for a king. It had been almost noon and she was still preparing the last of the dishes, clad in nothing but a short grey t shirt and a black panty, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders,.as she prayed she finished the meal and got dressed before he arrived.

Just as Vanessa bent to check on the chicken in the oven, she heard tingling at the door. Her heart stopped and she turned, eyes glued to the doorway. She had not seen or heard from him. Just the anticipation of him walking through the door made her heart race, her body numb, her womanhood wet.
 
Ten minutes after Brandon departed the arena, he was sitting at a small cafe with Tiffany having coffee and preparing for deep conversation. It was a sunny and beautiful day, the kind that wasn't ideal for the bad news he was prepared to offer her. After some awkward silence, Tiffany decided that she would open the conversation.
"Brandon...I know I can never apologize enough for what I did, but I can make it up to you. If you'll...If you'll give me another chance, I'll do my best to be the best girlfriend you could ever ask for."
Tiffany reached for his hand, and Brandon's heart ached from those words from someone he had once loved with all of his heart.

Before she could take his right hand, though, he gently pulled it back. After a minute to compose himself, he looked into her eyes with renewed strength.
"Tiffany...I'm sorry, but a relationship between us is impossible now."
His words hit her like a punch to the stomach, and his heart dropped as he saw tears welling up in her eyes.
"Even if I forgave you, even if I wiped your slate clean...I'd never be able to forget that you cheated on me when I needed your support the most. The trust between us has been damaged forever, and without trust, there can never be a good relationship."

Tiffany too her napkin and wiped her tears.
"I guess...we can't ever go back to what we were before."
Brandon gave her a pained smile.
"No, but to be honest, I also can't take you back because I'm in love with someone else."
He took out his phone and showed her a picture of Vanessa.
"This is Vanessa, the woman I'm head-over-heels in love with."

Tiffany gently took the phone from her and looked at the woman who had filled her shoes.
"She's beautiful..." she murmured.
A pang of jealousy spread through her, but she realized it was her own fault she was in this mess. If she had just shown better character back then, Brandon would still be hers, and the wedding she had dreamed of at one time would have come true. She handed the phone back to him.
"I want you to be happy, Brandon...really."

Brandon pocketed his phone and picked up his coffee.
"Thank you. I forgive you for the past and want to still be friends, but that's all I can offer you now."
"I'll take it," Tiffany said with a giggle, and they clinked cups before drinking down their coffee.
When they stood up to go their separate ways, they hugged briefly one last time and then walked away. It was only then that Tiffany cried, and Brandon himself shed a few tears as he let go of the last of the heartbreak from years before.

Brandon said a warm and tearful goodbye to his parents, and he and Roger were on the next plane back to San Jose. He couldn't wait to see Vanessa, and so the wait felt like an eternity. When they were in the limo going back to his place, Roger pulled out a bundle of papers.
"This came for you while you were at the Grappler's Quest."
Brandon took the papers and looked over them, realizing that it was a movie script.
"What's all this, Roger?"

"Hollywood's come calling, kid. They're offering you a starring role in your own movie, an action thriller."
Brandon was taken aback, having not expected such a thing.
"Wow, me in a movie..."
"We've got a few days to think over their offer, so read the script and then let me know what you think. If you're in, we can work out pay and other things with Lionsgate, the studio that wants to produce the movie."

Brandon promised he would and then handed the script back to Roger. They arrived at his home and headed for the door.
"I'm telling you, kid, you've really hit the big time."
"Yeah, I..." Brandon broke off as soon as he entered the house and smelled the food.
He instantly knew that Vanessa had cooked a homecoming dinner for him, and dropped his bag as he moved toward the kitchen. With a big smile on his face, he entered the kitchen and his heart did backflips as he saw his lady love clad in very little clothing.

With no preamble, Brandon picked her up so that her legs would wrap around his waist. Taking hold of her amazing ass, one hand on each cheek, he put her up against the refrigerator and began to kiss her passionately.
"I...missed...you..." he said between breathless kisses.
After some more head-spinning kisses, he gently set her down.
"I'd take you to the bedroom right now, but I wouldn't want this feast you cooked to get cold."
He turned to the food, where Roger had already taken a seat at the table.

"Wow, what a spread. You've really outdone yourself this time."
He kissed her cheek and let go to sit down at the table.
"This is great, Vanessa," Roger said, "Thank you."
Brandon and Roger began talking more about the movie, which would give Vanessa time to get dressed. Even amidst all the talk, though, the beautiful brunette was center stage in his mind.
 
An unintentional squeal escaped the brunette's lips as she was hoisted off the floor and into the arms of the man she loved. Like to love sick colleges students, they made out against the refrigerator. Vanessa's hands buried in Brandon's hair, their lips speaking volumes."I've.missed.you.too" Vanessa managed to get out during their heated reunion. Truth be told be told she had not wanted him to go eat, so when her made contact with the floor she had been disappointed. Despite it all she managed a smile, knowing he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. "If you had any doubt about wife-ing me" She teased, referring to the array of food on the table. With one last kiss, she ushered herself to the bedroom "Anytime Roger" She smiled.

Vanessa shut the door and quickly hopped in the shower, rinsing herself off and throwing on one of Brandon's white t shirts. She didn't fell like much clothes at the moment and the shirt was still event enough for Roger's company. When she returned the men had been talking business so she remained quiet plating herself something small.
 
Brandon smiled as Vanessa returned in one of his shirts, noticing that she was not wearing too many clothes. The sexual energy between them was electric, and it wouldn't take much to set them off. He knew she wanted to be ready to get naked at any time, and he surreptitiously unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. Between her ability to cook, her support of him, and the great sex, there was no denying that Vanessa was prime wife material. He and Roger quit talking after Vanessa plated herself to some food, and helped themselves. For about ten minutes, they ate and had polite conversation.

Roger wiped his mouth and realized that he had left a bag in the truck that he would need for Brandon's next fight.
"I'll be back in a moment."
Roger left the room, and Brandon turned to Vanessa. When their eyes met, there was no denying that they could wait no longer.
"Vanessa..."
He stood up and gently lifted her up again, kissing her feverishly.

Setting Vanessa down on the table, he began to lift her shirt to expose her great breasts. After some more hot kisses, he began to lustfully lick and suck on her nipples. His pants dropped to the floor, but not before he pulled a condom out of his pocket. After a sucking pop as his mouth released her nipple, he looked her in the eyes with a sensual expression.
"Condom or no condom?"
As he waited for her answer, he began to eat her out, licking her slit and sucking on her clit just as lustfully as he had done her breasts, a hungry man that had two weeks of pent-up lust in him.
 
Vanessa had just finished her plate when Roger excused himself. She was starting to get the feeling the man would rain on their parade, especially as he lived with Brandon and would be here all night. A small smile played on her lips when she thought of his car park downstairs, she didn't care where they made love, as long as it was him.

When his eyes met hers, she swallowed, knowing exactly what he wanted. "Brand-" Before she could finish saying his name, his enveloped hers. Within moments they were both naked and Brandon was having his fill of her body, in everyway possible. In a haze of passion she heard him mention condoms, immediately taking his lips to her eager pussy. Vanessa leaned her body back, bracing herself on her hands, her hands gripping the edge of the table. "Urrgh" He worked wonders his tongue, and she began seeing stars. "Forget the condom....I want to feel everything" Vanessa needed an overdose of Brandon. She made him said, scooting to the edge of the table "fill me please...." She kissed his hungrily, wrapping her legs around his bare waist.
 
Roger had just come back into the house when he heard the sounds of moaning and groaning in the kitchen. That alongside the clinking of plates and glasses left no doubt that Brandon and Vanessa were having sex. Deciding to leave, he got into his truck and went to a local bar that he always went to when the lovers needed alone time. Having a draft of Miller Lite while looking over the papers, he chuckled, realizing he would probably be here for a while. The lovers had two weeks of catching up to do, and he knew that they could go for a while. Catching the eye of a woman, he closed his papers and began talking to her, realizing that he might also have some sexual fun this night at a local hotel.

Brandon smiled as he heard Vanessa reject the condom.
"I want to feel everything, too."
Shoving the condom to the floor, he hungrily kissed Vanessa back and shoved himself inside of her as she wrapped her lags around him. Her soaked pussy took him in deep, and it almost felt like he didn't even have to thrust, her womanhood was taking him so deeply. He saw stars as the pleasure amped up, his heart pounding as he indulged in Vanessa. As he gently pulled away, he started pounding into her mercilessly on the table, knowing she wanted his best.

"I want to have sex everywhere...in every position."
He kissed her hard as she came up.
"I'm a greedy boy for you right now."
He smiled and put her over on the fridge, letting her get a vertical pounding like he had wanted to give her earlier. His head was spinning from the kisses and pleasure, but he couldn't get enough. The whole house, with the exception of Roger's room, was now theirs to romp in, and he knew that they both wanted to take advantage of that for all it was worth.
 
Out of this world. That was the only way the sex could be described. Vanessa's body knew when Brandon was around, and it knew how to respond to him when he entered. Her legs wrapped around him tightly her breasts pressed against his chest the soft melons jiggling against the the hard muscle "You've turned me from a good girl to a nymph" She moaned as he carried her from the table to the fridge, impaling her body onto his shaft, her legs lifted as high as it could have. Vanessa held onto the top of the fridge, barely stable. "Harder Brand...I want more" She was already close, her hips bucked, pushing forward as she thrusted in. Pure anarchy, pure heaven. Within moments Vanessa began writhing, her jaw dropping as she squirted all over the kitchen floor. Her pussy spasming. Vanessa wrapped her arms and legs around Brandon, sending the athlete off balance, as she bucked, rocked and humped her way to multiple orgasms, her pleasure filling the apartment "Oh my god ...you're the best " She shook in his arms, whispering incoherent swears. "Fuck" They weren't going to stop there, Vanessa didn't want too stop. "Take me again.." She kissed him sweetly.
 
There were no words that could adequately describe the true bliss of their sex. Vanessa's jiggling breasts, soaked pussy, loud moans, and whispered swears were driving him into a frenzy of sex. He loved when she squirted, drenching his cock and the floor in her sweet nectar. They fucked all over the kitchen, Vanessa's love juice getting everywhere. He knew they would have to clean up before Roger got back, but right now he didn't care. He groaned loudly as he came hard in Vanessa, filling her with his seed.

All the sex with Vanessa had trained his body to be able to cum multiple times in the span of however long their sex lasted.
"I love my naughty nympho," he replied as he returned her sweet kiss.
He definitely wanted more, and took her hand to lead her into the living room. This was where they had had sex for the first time, creating a deep sexual hunger for each other that seemed to be bottomless. Turning on some hip hop music on a stereo with some sexy bass, he began to dance with her to rev her engines once more. They had danced together before their first sex session, and he knew she would love the naked dancing.

Brandon gently turned her around and let her grind up against him. Her sweet ass had always made him hard, and he wanted to see it in all its glory.
"Work it and twerk it, girl," he whispered in her ear.
His hands gently, like a feather, moved all over her body, not staying anywhere for too long. A cupping of the breast, single rub of the clit, and rub up one ass cheek were among the dozens of teasing touches he put on her body, meant to tease her until she could take no more. Knowing Vanessa's body like he did, it was easy for him to know just where to touch, and his sweet kisses on her neck every now and then kept the romantic spark to feed the lust further and get them both ready for round two of their sexual marathon.

Brandon was not the only one having a passionate night. After a few drinks, Roger had taken the woman to a hotel and they got a room together. The clothes seemed to melt off and moans filled the air as the woman, a middle-aged blonde with big boobs and a good figure, was drilled like she hadn't been drilled in years. The woman's name was Cecilia, and her lustful moans were music to his ears. After a good ten minute pounding, she skillfully flipped Roger over and began bouncing on his cock with wanton abandon. Her large breasts bounced wonderfully, and Roger put his hands on her hips to pound into her from the bottom, making her moan even louder bounce harder.
 
"You probably turned all your girls into addicts.." Vanessa placed a quick kiss on Brandon and followed him to the spot where they first had sex. When he turned on music she blushed, blocking her face in shame. "Messing up the floor was embarrassing enough..." She playfully glared "Now you want me to dance naked" Vanessa chuckled When Brandon spun her around, whispering words of encouragement in her ears.

She released all inhibitions and rolled her bottom to the rhythm of the music her hands moving over her head, as her ass gyrated and bounced to the beat. Working Brandon back to full mast. Vanessa spun around, stepping back as she began moving her entire body replacing his hand with hers, fingers massaging her breasts, running down her stomach, and onto her thighs as she gyrated into the cow girl position. Slowly she came up, twirling till her ass faced Brandon, she glanced at him over her left shoulder, and gave it a little shake. "How do you like them apples" Her smile was infectious, and her body ready once again.

"Sit.." Vanessa pushed Brandon to the couch, straddling his as he sat. Slowly, she rubbed her pussy on his dick. Very salty, painfully slow "How was Grapplers Quest?" She whispered against his as they kissed, positioning him to her core.
 
Brandon chuckled as she said that he probably turned all of his girls into addicts for him. He liked how she was being playful, but responded to his encouragement. Brandon let go of all inhibitions, as well, and moved with Vanessa as he needed to. He enjoyed touching her and watching her great dance moves, especially how she moved her ass, working it against him to have him hornier than ever. When she asked her question, he beamed.
"I love them."

Brandon laughed as he was pushed on the couch and straddled by his sexy woman. He felt her slowly began to grind her pussy on his manhood, teasing him slowly after their sexy dance. She clearly wanted to keep him hard while they talked, but not overdo it. Brandon kissed her back, enjoying the intimacy, especially since they were still so close to having sex. He placed his hands on her ass so that each movement of her hips would lead to a slow rub from him, giving back some pleasure. She asked about the Grappler's Quest, and he grinned softly.

"I had a great time. I took third, but the guy who beat me went on to win the whole tournament, so I don't feel bad about losing. He was my first girlfriend's little brother, and she was there as well..."
He thought about what to say next, and decided to just tell Vanessa the truth.
"She wanted to get back together, but I turned her down. I showed her a picture of you on my phone, the one you sent me our first night apart, and explained that you were who I was in love with."

Brandon kissed her gently.
"How about you? Any guys try to hook up with the sexiest woman in the world?"
Brandon trusted Vanessa and wasn't really a jealous person, he was just curious. Judging by how famished she had been for his sex, he thought he knew the answer. He looked Vanessa up and down, once again feeling tremendously blessed that she was with him and not some other guy.
 
Vanessa's expression changed slightly when Brandon mention running into his ex-girlfriend. The brunette quickly hid her emotions, not wanting to ruin the moment with her jealousy. She did not enjoy being told about his ex in their current situation, but she realised he was being open...honest. It was more than Mark ever gave her the courtesy of.

When Brandon asked about her time at home, she hesitated a moment before responding. "Just a friend of my father's, one of his employees..." Her eyes met his briefly "He's been after me for awhile now" She placed a sweet kiss on Brandon's lips, her mouth kissing and sucking on his soft smooth skin "But I'm kinda addicted to you" her lips moved back to his, connecting instantly, her hands running through his dirty blonde hair "Third place is pretty good.." Vanessa eyed him, her smile seductive, her gaze sweet "...But you'll cum first here" She said, kissing him once again, sitting on his member.


When he entered she gasped, aching to be taken. They'd ducked in the kitchen, but with the atmosphere now, it was time to make endless love. Her bottom rolled, on his manhood, her breasts pressed play again his chest, their tongues doing the salsa.
 
Brandon nodded in understanding as Vanessa told him that one of her father's employees had pursued her, chuckling a bit as she said that he had been chasing her for a while.
"Well, if I was him, I'd chase you, too."
Brandon had noticed the flicker of jealousy in Vanessa's face when he mentioned Tiffany, and he didn't blame her for that. He wasn't a very jealous person, but naturally, he didn't like this guy trying to be romantic or sexual with a woman he was trying to have a relationship with. However, it was good that they had everything out in the open now. Brandon didn't believe that people in a relationship should keep secrets from each other, as this helped keep the trust intact, which was crucial for a good relationship.

Brandon smiled as she said she was addicted to him, and enjoyed her loving actions and seductive words. He gasped as she sat on his dick and went inside of her, realizing she was ready to be taken once more. He groped and rubbed her ass as it rolled on his cock, enjoying feeling her large, soft breasts against his muscular chest. He alternated kissing her and licking her nipples, enjoying the great position they were in on the couch. Vertical sex was incredibly intense, and really pleased both of them. Occasionally, he would use his groin strength to toss her up so that she almost came off of him, letting her come back down hard and deep on his cock. This bounced her breasts in his face and led to some more gasping and passionate kissing. For the most part, though, they just communicated their love to each other in a way that was more heartfelt than words could ever be.
 
Making love was something Vanessa had never experienced. There were many ways it could be done, and the movies portrayed one way. Vanessa learnt that making love could be whatever the lovers deemed it. It didn't have to be slow and sensual, or fast and rough. With Brandon it had been a little of both, even talking had been a part of their love making. A simple honest conversation. Love making was not a game, there were no rules.


It took Vanessa a little longer to orgasm, and she enjoyed that fact. It meant they spent more time together, kissing, sucking and writhing in each other's arms. He gave her all of him, making sure she fell on his cock ease as she rode him. When Vanessa orgasm peaked, her arms wrapped tightly around Brandon's, her breasts squishing against his chest "come with me..." She whispered into his ear, her toes curling as she neared the edge. Her rhythm increasing with ease sensation, her bucking becoming insistent. "I love you" She breathed, as she reached the point of no return.
 
Brandon felt Vanessa's intensity meeting his, and their sex was passionate, but in a different way from earlier. He felt her holding him, nearing her orgasm as he neared his. He nodded as she told him to cum with her and went for broke, fucking her hard and fast from the bottom like before. Her breasts felt great against his chest, and he was ready to cum hard into her. Just before he could, however, he heard Vanessa whisper the three words he had not expected to hear from her.
"Wha--?" he asked, but was cut off by a groan as he came hard into her.

As they came down from the intense sex, he looked into Vanessa's eyes and smiled softly. It had been wonderful to hear those words from her, the verbalization of the strong feelings she had shown him tonight. Pulling her gently to him, he kissed her sweetly and then let her rest her head on his strong chest. Brandon had never made love like that before, and it had been so intense and all-consuming. There were no words that could truly describe it. Looking into Vanessa's eyes once more, he cocked his head to the side with his roguish smile, silently asking if she was up for more sex, as they still had more rooms they could romp in and more positions to have sex in.
 
Vanessa did not want to move, being against Brandon felt too comfortable, and she was now fully exhausted. The smile he shot her could not be mistaken, the brunette groaned. "I have to clean up before Roger comes back" Despite her body protests Vanessa got off Brandon "Besides...I'm hungry as hell" She went to the table, putting a chicken breast and noodles into a small plate, munching on it as she made her way to the kitchen.

When Vanessa saw exactly what she did, her laughter filled the apartment "it looks like water" After taking another bite of her noodles and chicken she laid the plate on the counter and went in search of Brandon's mop. "What are you doing tomorrow?" Vanessa asked, as she poured disinfectant all over the mess she made. As Vanessa tidied up she ran through all things she could tell Brandon, her reasons for saying the L word. He seemed stunned by her confession, but his impending orgasm had halted any comments he had been about to make. Now that they were together, telling him she wanted to be more was a lot more difficult than Samantha made it seem.
 
Brandon considered that they needed to clean up and nodded.
"Yeah, we should do that before we get too tired to do it."
He went into the kitchen after her and began cleaning the counters. While they tidied up, he kept wondering how he should broach the topic of Vanessa's confession, or whether he even should broach it.
"Well, I just got offered a movie deal, and I'm sure Roger will want me to meet with the producers. Aside from that, I don't have anything too pressing."

After he had cleaned up, he put his arms around Vanessa's waist and pulled her close to him as she cleaned up. After two weeks, it was great to be close to her again whenever he wanted to be. He kissed her neck and smiled.
"I love you, too."
He gently let her go and began helping to clean up the floor. Once they were done, he suggested they turn in for the night and sleep in his bed.

After ten more minutes of sex in doggy-style, Roger and Cecilia finally orgasmed together. As they breathed heavily next to each other, Cecilia turned to face him. She kissed his cheek, thanked him, and told him that she had to leave since she had work in the morning. Waving to her as she departed, Roger decided he would stay in the hotel room that night. Pulling a book out of his bag, he began to read out of it. After about thirty minutes, his eyes got heavy and he drifted off to sleep.
 
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