The meeting had gone as smooth as butter with Miranda and Brando focusing only on work. But just as she was about to leave the meeting room as the meeting was over. Brando pulled her behind and smiled at her as the rest walked by them. Once everyone else was gone, Brando closed the door behind him and locked it.

"Wha...." His lips were on hers even before she could register he was moving. He kissed her senseless and smiled at her sudden silence.

"I know how you feel about last night. But let me tell you one more time why I couldn't do it."

"Brando..."

He kissed her again." I like you. I like you a lot. And i think that your beautiful blue yes and your sweet voice you could right through me. But last night we had drunken. You more than I . Which would of made me a complete dick head of I decided to ignore that and sleep with you. I stopped because I care. And let me make it up to you. We can go on a date and ..."

Miranda kissed him this time. She wiggled her hand from his grasp and held his jaw with both hands. His hands raised from his sides and wrapped around her waist as he pulled her closer.

"I don't need all of that. Just come around my house later. I'll wait for you." She kissed him one last time and walked out the room.

......

Miranda rubbed at her temples and unlocked her door. The book wouldn't be here in less that 5 hours. She had left work after the tiring day. Not to mention that Brando hadn't left her mind all day. Not only him but what could happen..... if he came around.

She set her favourite Louis Vuitton bag(which she used occasionally. Even if the media made a field day out of it) down and stepped further into her home.

Her heels clacked as she made her way to the kitchen where, Isadora, her cook had left her food in the oven.

Lasagna was her dinner for tonight. Miranda sighed. She wanted to eat but preferred to go change before.

She walked down the stairs in a pair of silk pajamas. She didn't so this often. Getting home early where she could enjoy some time and change before the book arrived.

Heating the food up in the oven for a while she made her way to the living room and looked for something to watch.

Reality T.V one of her guilty pleasures.

The oven beeped and she made her way to it. The lasagna steaming from the heat it had been put through.

She smelled in the scent of tomato that was what she didn't know she needed at this moment. She was starving and didn't know it.

Starving for someone.

Half an hour goes like that. Watching T.V and eating lasagna. Until the door bell rings.

Her noose flares thinking it may be one of Andrea's many mess ups. Either she lost the key or forgot it like last time. And it couldn't be Brando, there was still another hour before he could leave CK.

Miranda fixes her composture and walks to the door ready to give hell to the poor girl.

"Now why-"

"Miriam, sweetheart."

Miriam??

"How are you doing darling? We need to talk." It was Joel, her ex-husband.

"Don't come disturbing my peace. And we both know my name isn't Miriam anymore." She hissed. Her blue eyes would turn red in flame if they could.

Miriam was her in the past. The girl that was pointed at. The girl that was laughed at.

Now she was Miranda. The editor in chief of Elias Clarke.

"Don't fancy yourself. I simply came because my lawyer has made me aware that I don't have access to the lake house in Singapore."

"I don't have time for your....."

"Shhh. We aren't married anymore. There will be no more of that ice queen persona trying to boss me around."

Now her eyes did light up red.

"No. No one is going to speak to me in that tone. You have a problem with the settlement that is on your lawyer. I want you to leave now."

"Miriam"

"That's not my name anymore." Miranda spat and tried closing the door. But Joel reached in and took her wrist a little harder that how he should.

"Leave her alone asshole!" Brando called from behind. Both Miranda's and Joel's attention shifted to him. Miranda took the chance and quickly released her wrist from Joel's grasp.

"Who are you?" Joel asked.

Brando hardened his jaw and walked up to them. He walked past Joel to Miranda. He wrapped his arm casually in her waist and grinned.

"I'm her boyfriend. And you....well you are old news. So please leave or I will drag your ass so fast out of here that your ass won't say goodbye to your pants. Go!"

Joel and Miranda flinched at the last word. Brando quickly steadied Miranda and returned his gaze to Joel.

Joel looked at them before walking away.

Brando pulled Miranda into the house and closed the door with his foot.

Miranda covered her face with her hands and moved away from him.

"Are you alright?" Brando asked after a moment of silence.

"No."

"Can I do something to help you?"

"Just......be quiet." She said a little more harsher than she meant.

Fuck

She cursed innerly. She knew Brando was only trying to help. The fact was that she couldn't look at him not after what Pablo had said earlier or what had just happened.

Brando pursed his lips and nodded." I came to check on you. I know you've had a hard day. Sorry to interrupt."

"Check on me? I don't need a babysitter." Miranda nearly whispered. Nearly. Because she said it loud enough and with enough venom to sting. She didn't mean to say it but it slipped out.

It must have because she didn't want to hurt him. Not after he had just helped her.

Brando stood there in silence. He didn't necessarily stir his body but by now he was starting to head to the door.

Miranda saw this and felt her heart clench. For now and earlier. She couldn't let him go.

"No wait. I'm sorry. My anger is not towards you. Please stay. Please." She hated how her voice sounded so desperate.

Brando nodded. But his feet didn't stop.

"Miranda, darling, I know you've had a hard day. And you need time alone. I'll call you tomorrow."

"I'm sorry. Please stay. I don't want to be alone." It took all of her to say these words. But Brando just loosened something up in her. Made her feel free. And not chained up to Miranda but more like Miriam.

Miranda started walking towards him. Her pale blue eyes now begging. Brando nodded once again. Not knowing what words to say. Somethings just seem to set her off.

"I'll stay. Just don't treat me like the dog." Brando chuckled. Miranda finally reached him. She chuckled lightly, too.

Brando stretched out his hand and took hers. Miranda took his hand too and pulled him inside again. When the door closed they seemed to be so close to each other.

Brando looked from her eyes towards her lips. and in that moment Miranda forgot about the anger or the resentment. Or the problem that would probably fuck up whatever they had.

And she allowed to feel the taste of his lips on hers. The wine that he hadn't drank long ago.

His arm immediately went to her upper back pressing her closer to him. The other of his hands pulling her around, now against the door. He hoisted her up and felt her legs on his waist.

Brando pulled his neck back and grinned at her. He had never seen her grin bigger in his life.

"I'm taking you to bed." He announced. She didn't know why but this made her giggle.

As he climbed to the stairs his lips seemed to have found the soft skin around her neck. The sweet scent of cinnamon apple that was radiating from her .

"Bedroom?" He asked muffled by his lips on her.

"First to the right." She whimpered.

His feet seemed to have picked up after that. As he nearly ran to the door. Opening the wood door, not bothering to close it.

The bed seemed to far away as he dropped her on the sofa next to the fireplace in her bedroom.

As he assured she was sitting correctly. Their hands didn't rest until both were ripping each other's clothes off.

"Christ, Miranda." Brando groaned and he finished opening her top. He looked at her breast encased beautifully in the bra. He forgot about sliding the shirt down her arms and attacked the skin of her breast he could see.

"Oh." She softly moaned as his lips sucked hard. Her long nails digging into his scalp.

Her hands left his scalp and tugged on his shirt. She did achieve on sliding it all the way off. Her hands moving towards his pants. She scratched him accidentally on the abdomen but neither seemed to notice.

Brando slid the top part of her pajama from her arms. He raised her hips and tugged on her pants. She did the same, unbuttoning his pants and laying back pushing the rest down with her feet.

"You have such a beautiful body." He whispered against her thigh. His lips now working their way up.

"No wait. Let's move to the bed. It's bigger." She insisted.

Brando groaned in response and scooped her from the sofa.

As soon as he dropped her in bed he took off her panties. His butterfly kisses starting at her knees. He layed her legs on each of his shoulders. His lips ranging from her left to her right each kiss getting closer to her aching core.

Before getting there he dropped to his knees in front of the bed. He bend her knees to be flat on his back. His lips now so close to her core.

"Brando." He barely heard her plea over her heavy breathing.

And her plea was his cue.

"Oh god!" She moaned. His tongue alternating from flicking and licking. Her taste now becoming his favorite flavor.

His hands held her thighs apart as he continued. Her nails left his head as it held the bedding beneath her. She started to feel her small contractions after a while.

"Brando. Stop. Stop." She really didn't want him to. But her need for him inside her was eating her up.

"Do you want to stop?" Brando asked letting go of his clasp of her tights. His face now covered with a light layer of concern.

Miranda bit her inner cheek and looked to the ceiling. His disposition to make her feel right warmed her inside.

"No. I don't wan-.... Just get on the bed." She dropped her legs from his shoulder as he stood. But not before kissing his way up her legs.

She was trying hard not to grin like a fool.

Miranda sat up and watching him get on the bed. He was starting to lay down.

"No. Sit up against the headboard." She now sounded like Miranda from the office. And he loved it.

And for that reason and many others he did what she asked. He sat up against the headboard.

She followed him and straddled him. Careful not to touch his erection just yet. She sat with her legs flat next to his. Her hands reached towards her back and unhooked her bra.

His mouth dried at the sight of her full breast. From her pale skin to her pink nipples. Everything from her was addicting.

She allowed a few seconds for his wandering eyes to observe. Before she moved closer and held him to her entrance.

Just for a quick moment they looked into each other before she sat back down, now taking him in. The slight pain of penetration soon leaving and giving her the full sense of delight.

Her moan and his soon fading into the air. His hands settled tightly on her hips as she started rocking herself.

"Brando." His name slipped from her lips barely a whisper. He found himself driven crazy by her pronunciation of his name. Her mouth just made it music to his ears.

Her pace increased with his grip on her. She sweared she could feel her heartbeat go crazy.

She didn't know she was starving. She couldn't have. No. She had never been this aware of the hunger in her. The hunger for a real lover. The need for a real person that could move her.

She rode him harder as his erection touched that sweet spot in her. The delight that is send through her made her shiver.

The grin that was currently in display on his face was her motivation. She smiled mischievously back at him before pulling him in for a kiss. A hungry desperate kiss.

This is exactly why he liked her. Exactly why he was around her like a bee to the honey. A lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets.

"Oh....oh god. Brando!" She arched her neck as she finally reached her climax.

Brando couldn't contain himself and came with her.

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Tbc ....

Hope y'all like it as much as i loved writing it.