Wednesday
When it was time for them to pick-up Roland, I asked Jonas and Chantal to drive my old car to mom so they could use it to get Roland. I decided not to come with her and Alicia. I wanted to avoid a lot of unnecessary confrontations between me and Bram’s ex. I wanted it to be a good day for Roland. Bram’s therapy started the next day after we got home from the hospital. He wanted to recover fast so he could go back to the office and attend all the incoming activities of RGC.
The girlfriend of Brandon did not stop attacking Aunt Calla. She made a lot of cryptic posts on her social media about Aunt Calla and Brandon’s relationship. And she was also dragging Bram’s name.
“I am already consulting my lawyer on what action to take,” Aunt Calla said over the phone, “I mean she was just using cryptic posts but not really mentioning my name. I will keep you and Bram posted and I’m sorry about this, Emma.”
I sighed and looked outside the window. Bram and his therapist continued with the required exercises. We converted the master bedroom’s living room into Bram’s physical therapy room. The gloomy weather just amplified what I felt about Aunt Calla’s scandal and Roland’s relationship with Alicia. I turned and watched as Bram walked slowly on the parallel bar. He held on both sides of the bar as his therapist guided him.
He was making a lot of progress with his therapy because he was determined to be able to walk normally again. He was wearing shorts and a hoodie. His brown hair was ruffled and his blue eyes were very bright. He glanced up to me and gave me a small smile, “Am I great or what?” He said smugly.
I rolled my eyes at him, “Whatever you say. If you want to attend social gatherings then you should ace all your exercises.”
“Just ask Ben here,” Bram said then he turned his head momentarily to his therapist, “He’ll tell you that I’m smashing it.”
His therapist gave me a smile as I shook my head, “Focus on your walk, Bram,” I told him then I crossed my arms to my chest.
“Yes, ma’am!” Bram responded to me then he watched his steps.
After dinner, my phone rang when Bram and I were getting ready for our warm bath. I sat on my dresser and answered Roland.
“How much is the tour of all the ancestral homes in Bram’s old place?” Roland asked after I said hello.
My eyebrows met in the middle, “I have no idea. Why are you asking?”
“I want to take Alicia,” my brother answered me.
My eyes widened in surprise. I closed my eyes and massaged my forehead, “Maybe you can check their website?” I suggested.
“Can we get a discount?” Roland said, then he followed it with a laugh.
“Roland!” I scolded.
“I’m kidding! Okay, bye!” Then he hung up.
I placed the phone on my dresser and covered my face with my hand, “I am about to lose my mind!” I exclaimed.
“What did he do now?” I heard Bram ask.
I looked at the mirror and saw his reflection. I took a deep breath and answered Bram, “He wants to tour Alicia to your ancestral house.”
Bram nodded and said, “I will tell mum to not give him a discount then.”
This made me smile and shook my head again, “You go first. I want to sulk for a moment.” Then I placed my elbows on the dresser and put my hands under my chin.
“I want to try my leg in the shower,” I heard Bram say.
“Don’t forget your ribbed slippers, okay?” I reminded him, then I opened one of the sealed eye creams on my dresser.
“I need your participation,” I heard him say again.
I placed the cream back on its place then I stood up, “Is something wrong?” I walked towards him.
Bram shook his head, “I can’t carry you in the bathroom yet. I don’t want to risk it. But I want to try it in the shower.”
I frowned in confusion. Then my jaw dropped when I realized what he wanted to do, “You are in therapy! I can’t believe you had time to think about sex!”
Bram gave a tremendous laugh and said, “Come on, time’s a-wastin!”
I giggled because he said it with his thick British accent. Then I followed him while he walked ahead of me.
Bram turned his laptop over to me and showed me the invitation for the induction celebration of RGC’s new COO. It was a digital invitation with the face of the man who will be inducted on Friday, July 1. I remembered his face. He was one of the senior men that I met before when I first visited the RGC building. He looked around fifty years old or older.
“I think it’s time for you to see Roberto again,” Bram commented when I handed his laptop back to him.
“Something off-the-rack will do,” I told Bram. Then I laid down and pulled my blanket up to my chin, “I’m not that important.”
Bram smirked at me, “Yup, when you own fifty percent of the company. You really are “not” that important.”
I sighed, “I meant, me. I am not important. I am not referring to you,” I explained further.
Bram placed the laptop inside the drawer of the nightstand then turned off his lamp, “Do we have the same last name?” He asked me.
“Oh God! Can we sleep now?” I said in frustration. I knew where our conversation was headed.
“Nope!” Then Bram removed my blanket and lifted my silk camisole. He removed my panties and lifted my legs.
“Bram!” I yelped. Then I closed my eyes when I felt him suck my intimate parts.
“I will not stop until you say our last name,” Bram told me then he licked my left thigh upward.
I moaned and said, “I already know it.” Then I gasped. Bram inserted himself on me.
“Say your full married name,” Bram ordered me and he slowly came in and out of me.
I held on to his shoulders and chased my breath, “Bram, this is not funny!”
When he heard what I said he increased his pace and became faster, “Say it!”
I opened my eyes and we both looked at each other, “Emma… Lara…Rivera,” I said as I chased my breath. Then I closed my eyes again as we both reached our climax. I felt Bram’s warm spill on me. Then he slowed his pace.
“You should keep that in mind,” Bram said then he gave me a smack kiss, “And I’m more than willing to remind you everyday.” Then he winked at me.