Sleeping With the Enemy

Chapter Twelve- Sadie

When I woke up the next morning, it took me a few minutes to remember that I was at Brandon's house. It didn't take long though, the aching in my thighs and the smile on my face were hard to ignore. Brandon wasn't next to me, but the smell of bacon wafted through the air. I stretched my arms high above my head, trying to wrap my mind around the flood of emotions in my mind. Last night had been incredible, like a dream, and waking up in his bed the next morning was almost just as good. This had been everything I had ever wanted at one point in my life, to spend romantic evenings together and go home to make passionate love, to wake up still naked in our bed as Brandon made breakfast down the hall. It was like a dream come true. The only problem was, that the only reason I was here was because I was betraying Brandon and he'd hate me when he found out. That is, if I kept lying to him.

I had to tell him the truth. He'd be upset at first, but at least he would know before any more damage had been done. I hadn't done anything too far to come back from yet. I had given Herrera the Sampson Hill location, but by the time he had gotten there, they had cleared everything out just like I had hoped. I had played both sides of the fence for now, but I knew that couldn't continue. If I told Brandon, maybe he could help me. Maybe he could figure out some way around all of this. But was that even possible? I had broken the law, Adam had broken the law. Brandon had a substantial amount of pull, but was there ever enough in a case like this? I was going to end up in jail and all the work I had done to keep Adam out of the gang life would be for nothing.

None of that mattered to me anymore though. I had to tell him, especially after last night. No grudge of mine was worth putting her or the Avenettis through this. As angry as I was at what had happened to my parents, if I went through with this, I wasn't any better. I couldn't betray them in this way, and I'd just have to deal with whatever consequences came from it. From Brandon or the law.

I got myself out of bed, and started looking for my clothes. The only pieces I could find were my bra and panties, so I grabbed one of Brandon's dress shirts and slipped it over my shoulders. As I did, something on his dresser caught my eye. Was that...? Right there on a small jewelry dish was a ring. A single band that alternated with diamonds and sapphires, completely breath taking in its simplicity. It was the same one he had given to me, promising the world to me on the very night my parents were killed. All the air left my lungs and I turned it over in my fingers, remembering that night and the love between Brandon and I. My feelings for him hadn't changed the last few years, and I could only hope that he keeping this ring meant Brandon's hadn't either, and that they would be strong enough to withstand what I had to tell him.

When I opened the bedroom door, I could hear the sound of music playing and followed the delicious smells of breakfast to the kitchen.

I glanced at the other rooms in the house as I passed by. It looked more like a show home than bachelor pad, but I wouldn't expect anything less from Brandon. Everything had it's place and stayed there unless absolutely necessary. I couldn't count how many times I had teased him about it when we were together, making sure he realized that he was going to have to kick that habit when we had children. He'd laugh it off, but it looked like nothing had changed in the last few years.

Brandon was standing at the stove with his back to me.

He turned around at the sound of me clearing my voice with a sparring grin on his face. "Good morning, Princess." He handed me a cup of coffee and brushed his lips against my cheek, before returning to the stove to take the bacon off the burner. "I hope you're hungry."

"I am. Everything smells amazing, but you didn't need to do this." I slid onto the bar stool to enjoy the show in front of me. Brandon was so damn sexy, wearing only a pair of silky sweat pants, and I found it hard to take my eyes off of his perfectly sculpted back. It was full of elaborate tattoos and one in particular caught my eye. It was a compass that mimicked the one I had on my hip. I had no idea he had done that.