Accepted Fate (45 page)

"It's nice to meet you both. I'm sorry it had to be under these circumstances." I'm slightly overwhelmed and Breyson is standing here speechless not making it any easier. I look at him and narrow my eyes, trying to break him from his little trance he has put himself in. "Are you okay? You don't look so well."

"I think he's scared we'll embarrass him. You are the first girl we've had the pleasure to meet and I have to give him some credit. He did well. I'm having a proud parent moment," his mom says looking at him and just like that he smiles from ear to ear, as if he just made a winning touchdown. I bite my tongue and press my lips together trying not to laugh. My beautiful boy; I guess he's a mama's boy at heart, always needing her approval.

Another knock sounds at the door and in walks my parents. My mom is towing a duffle bag in her hands. Thank goodness, clean clothes. I've had enough of the hospital gown. Our parents seem around the same age and have apparently already met by the way they are conversing. How long was I out? It sure seems like I've missed a lot. What a way to spend a perfectly good weekend.

I really need a shower, but I don't want to be rude and kick everyone out. Our parents have been chatty for about an hour now and Breyson is apparently eating every bit of it up. Leaning my head back against the bed, I close my eyes and listen to the different voices around the room. "I think we should let her get some rest Brooks. I'm sure she's tired."

Opening my eyes, Breyson's parents stand and head towards the door after to leave after giving me another hug. Reaching the door, his mom turns to me. "Kinzleigh we always have thanksgiving dinner at our house and I hope so see you there, if I don't see you before. It seems Breyson is being stingy with you." She turns to my parents as well. "You all are more than welcome to join. I've got rounds to make and babies to deliver. It was nice to finally meet you Kinzleigh." She smiles and exits the door closing it behind them.

My parents soon take their exit as a hint to leave as well, when the doctor said all my tests came back good and I could leave at lunch. My parents wanted to take me home but Breyson insisted he wasn't leaving so my parents gave up trying.

"Finally, we're alone at last." He kisses me sweetly on the lips and rubs his thumb over my cheek. "My parents loved you," he says and his face gleams.

"Were you worried?" I love toying with him.

"Never. Everyone loves you Kinzleigh. You are special, you just don't realize it." He's so passionate when he speaks to me. It moves me. I have got to be one of the luckiest girls in the world. 

"I think that's a matter of opinion don't you? After all, you are the one getting the goods." I wink trying to break his serious demeanor but it doesn't work.

"It doesn't matter if we never had sex again. My stance would remain the same. The fact that you don't even see it makes you that much more lovable." I roll my eyes at him and throw the covers back in an attempt to get out of bed.

"Whatever you say babe but I need a shower." When my feet hit the cold floor, he scoops me into his arms and kisses the tip of my nose. "I can walk to the bathroom, Breyson. I had a seizure, I didn't break my legs."

"That may be so, but I want to take care of you. Let me take care of you. It's something I need as a guy. Just humor me, okay?" How does any woman stay independent with a man like this? I have a feeling, I'll never be able to deny him anything he wants; not even myself.

CHAPTER 20

Kinzleigh

I knock on Adalynn's door as the sun is going down. It's Halloween and Simon is having a costume party. I have never been to a costume party so I am nervous but excited. Between everyone’s excitement over costumes, I don't think I could get out of it if I wanted to. The door opens to Adalynn standing on the other side. "How many times do I have to tell you not to knock," she asks me as if I should know this already. "My parents worship the ground you walk on and you have become like a third daughter to them. Stop acting like a house guest. I'm almost positive mom buys you something every time she buys me something now."

"It still feels rude to just come in, not knowing what everyone is doing. I was always raised to be invited before going to someone's house and once there to be respectful. It's second nature to me. Blame my parents." I walk in carrying my bag full of everything I need for tonight.

"You want anything to drink before we head upstairs?" She shuts the door after I come through.

"Water please." Adalynn's house is beautiful on the inside. Everything is done in creams and browns from ceiling to floor. It's cozy but classy with a masculine feel; neutral to the gender. Everything is completely top of the line.

The door bursts open a few minutes later with Londyn waltzing through. "What's up bitches," she says with a smile on her face. "Are y'all ready to drop some jaws? Briar has no idea what we have planned and that says a lot because I am horrible at keeping secrets." She looks at me from head to toe. "I can't wait to see Breyson's reaction. This is going to be video worthy. It's about time to show off that gorgeous body."

Adalynn laughs. "I second that. Someone has got to record the reaction on his face. It's going to be priceless. Luckily, I don't have to worry about that. Braxton could give two shits less." She is crazy. I see the way they look at each other. Londyn has noticed too. We're just waiting for them to notice and do something about it, other than taking the frustration out on each other in bed. Those two are going to end up together. I can almost guarantee it if they ever stop living in denial. 

"Oh please. Breyson does not care about what I wear. Why are you guys making such a big deal about it? You'll see. You're both being overly dramatic." They both look at each other and burst out laughing. It kind of angers me. He knows better than to question me. "Come on let's go."

Once we get to the top of the staircase, we pile through the doorway to Adalynn's room in a single file line. Her room is large and it's done in black, white and gray. She has beautiful artwork all over her walls of the New York City skyline as well as Paris and Rome; the major fashion capitals of the world. For being almost completely absent in color, it's breathtaking. It actually makes you feel like you're standing in the various places. She mentioned once that she dabbles a little in modeling and wants to get more opportunities, but hasn't found her opening yet.

Laying my bag on the top of her bed, I begin pulling the items out before me. We all decided it would be fun to do couples costumes. Each time I look at my costume, I get extremely turned on thinking about what Breyson is going to look like. We made a pact we wouldn't tell any details of our costumes to the boys. We just told them what to wear and that was it. A smile plays out across my face as I look at my Indian costume.

I carry the main pieces into the bathroom to change. I have to strip completely naked in order to wear it. The top is a nude, bandeau style piece with a suede fringe mapped out across the entire piece of fabric that wraps around my body. There is a line of turquoise beads amongst the top. Removing my shirt and bra, I pull it over my head and adjust it into place.

The bottom is a pair of skin tight nude leggings, draped with the same fringe as the top. The waist band is a strip of material in a pattern that resembles a Kavu purse. There is a flap that runs down the front center with beading. My entire midriff is bare. Once I have the main pieces on, I grab my clothes and walk out from the bathroom.

As I come into view Londyn and Adalynn start whistling. "Day-Um girl! You've been keeping that hidden? No wonder Breyson wants to keep you to himself all the time. Look at those abs. You don't have an ounce of fat or flab. Everything is flat and toned, but you still have a great rack and butt. I'm officially jealous," Londyn whines.

"What are you talking about, you're tiny." Londyn has silky black hair and big, slightly slanted, chocolate brown eyes, lined with thick black lashes. She has pouty, full lips and a small beauty mark above her top lip. She is petite like me, but she is leaner like Adalynn without the height to be a model and she is naturally bronzed all three hundred and sixty five days a year. Her dad is American and her mom is Asian so she has the best of both worlds. The girl is absolutely, devastatingly beautiful.

"Yeah well I don't have all that perfectly hard muscle and curves." She pulls out her costume and begins pulling her white, skin tight dress over her head. Londyn is the sailor girl tonight. The bottom hem of her dress and sleeves is blue and white strips outlined in red with red anchors and bows in sporadic locations of the dress and the collar is also outlined in thick red stripes.

She inches the dress down her body. Like Breyson is going to be the one mad. From what I hear Briar has been after Londyn for over a year. "Okay hot stuff, look at you. Briar is going to be the one guarding his goods."

She smiles as she sits down to pull on the matching thigh high tights. "I know and I can't wait because that means he's going to peel if off of me later. I don't think I will ever get enough of that boy. I can't believe I didn't give in to him earlier. He is hot." She begins panting the more she talks about him. I guess he waited so long he figured he better make it count.

"Save it for later girl. We have a lot of work to do with hair and makeup. This is a once a year thing and I've been waiting for this all year. We're going all out." Adalynn decided she was going to be cupid this year. She said it fit since she was able to talk some sense into me about Breyson. She is still convinced she was the factor that brought us together. I let her run with it. Who am I to kill her aspirations of being a match maker? Braxton needs to get his crap together. The girl has a serious overload of passion suppressed inside that needs to be freed. Maybe she can sink her cupid teeth into him tonight and he will have a wake up call.

Her costume consists of a short piece of white lingerie in a mono style nightie with the entire right side cut out in front and back. I guess it looks more like a two piece connected on one side. There is a piece of bright red velvet draped across the waist of the bottom and the breasts of the top, tying in a bow on the end that is connected at the hip. Instead of a matching head piece like me and Londyn, she has a set of red, feathery wings that attach on her back.

A burst of adrenaline soars through my body at the sight of the three of us dressed out and we aren't even finished with our face and head yet. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pull on my moccasin calf length boots and secure my beaded necklace in place. Once straightening my curls out, I part my hair down the middle and braid each side. My makeup consists of cream colored eye shadow and thick black liner with mascara and clear gloss. Finally, I finish my costume off with the fringe suede arm piece and the headband that matches the band of the pants. Lastly, I insert my feather earrings into my ears.

"Are you nervous?" Londyn paints on bright red lipstick to match her outfit and places her sailor hat on top of her now curled hair along with her royal blue pumps.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. No matter how hard I try, I can't picture Breyson dressed up as a cowboy." Breyson and I are the cowboy and Indian, Braxton is wearing a toga and Briar the male version of a sailor.

Adalynn walks up beside me, pulling her wings in place. "Oh girl… Those boys in Wrangler's are unforgettable." She looks at me and grins. "Just wait until they start helping their grandfather again and you get to see him on a tractor! If you ever thought it was impossible to have an orgasm without being touched, it's not." She begins fanning her face and I can't help but to keel over in laughter. I'm laughing so hard my abs are hurting, causing me to place my arm over my stomach.

"Your ass may be laughing now, but just wait. Hottest sight you'll ever see. True story. I swear it," she says and holds up her hand as if she's about to swear on a bible. She is towering over me now that she has put on bright red pumps to match her wings.

Standing side by side in the mirror, we link arms. This is going to be fun. The doorbell sounds across the house. "They're here," Londyn squeals.

"Showtime." Adalynn adds.

I let out a nervous breath. Why do I feel like I'm about to see him for the first time in six months? I've seen him every day for the past two months. "Let's do this."

We walk downstairs and stop in front of the large, heavy, wooded front door. The glass is frosted; therefore, all you can see is the shadowed silhouette of one of the guys. "Here we go." Adalynn lets out a breath of her own and it almost looks like she is nervous too. Now why would she be nervous? I thought she didn't have any feelings for Braxton. Ha! She is such a bad liar.

What I see as she opens that door, I never expected in all of my eighteen years. Holy guacamole! Now I know the meaning to that country song
Save a horse, ride a cowboy by Big and Rich
. He is magnificent. I just want to lick him and I haven't even seen the rear parts yet. Every one of those wash board abs are glistening in the light. I don't even notice the other two because my eyes have been glued to Breyson the entire time. I don't even think I'm breathing right now.

He is standing before me like a stallion, wearing a pair of dark blue, tight Wrangler jeans covered in chaps and cowboy boots. He has on a long sleeve western style, snap up shirt left unbuttoned and a cowboy hat. He's actually wearing a cowboy hat. He has a red bandana tied around his neck like a western movie and he has a holster with a prop pistol around his waist. My eyes trail him up and down. The thoughts processing through my mind right now are so very wrong.  When my eyes meet his and the rather large cocky smirk across his face, I can tell I must obviously look like a blushing school girl and I don't even care or try to hide it.

His eyes now look over my costume. As they scan my body, his eyes darken in a lustful gaze. What I wasn't expecting was what comes out of his mouth. "Hell no Kinzleigh, you are not wearing that!" I scoff. Come again? There is one way to truly and absolutely piss me off. One. What way is that you may ask? Tell me I'm not going to do something and see what happens. It seems my little Breyson Abercrombie needs to be reminded that I will do what I want.