Bradley

 

“What do you mean you’re bailing on me?” I yell into the phone. “What happened to bros before hoes, you wanker?” I slam my bag closed.

“She threw a paddy, and I can’t leave her now. She’ll go off her trolley,” my mate Marco says.

“This whole week was your idea!” I remind him, looking around for my shoes. “Let’s go to Vegas, mate. A week on the piss and on the pull in the sun will do us some good.’ Those were your words,” I tell him, grasping the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger, knowing a migraine is coming.

“That was before Leticia,” he whispers. “I think she’s the one.”

“The one?” I question him. “The one for what? Anal?”

“No. Well, yes, she does that, but she’s the one for me,” he says, still whispering. “I’m so sorry, mate.” He hangs up quickly.

I throw my phone on my bed. “Bloody hell! What to do now?” I say to my empty walls.

I’ve been in New York for about three months now. When my company decided to finally open an office here, I was the first one to sign up. I had nothing holding me back. My parents had long since passed away, leaving me with a trust fund and a royal bloodline.

They quickly ushered me off to London when I was five for the best schooling their money could buy. I saw them on holidays and for a month during the summer. Hell, I was closer to my best friend, Sterling, than I was to any cousins I had.

I look around my bedroom, the huge king-sized bed taking up most of the space. “Fuck it.” I zip up my bag. I call downstairs so my driver knows to be ready for me and head to the elevator.

“Good evening, sir,” Brett, my driver, says, taking my bag from me. “Are you ready to go?” He places the bag in the trunk while I settle into the back of the black town car.

I wait for him to get in before I answer. “It looks like I’ll be the lone wolf this week, Brett. I’m on my way to Vegas for a week by myself.” I check my phone for any emails I might have missed.

“Well, at least there won’t be any witnesses then, sir,” Brett says with a chuckle from the front. He must be closing in on seventy but to him, it keeps him young.

“You know what they say, ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.’” I agree as I send Sterling a text.

You owe me a beer or two.

He answers almost immediately.

Last I checked, you lost the bet. Drinks next week?

I’m going out of town, but I’ll touch base when I get back. Say hello to the wife.

I finish texting Sterling and then send Marco a few nasty messages. I close my eyes and rest my head. A week in Vegas. Jesus. What the hell am I going to do?

I don’t even notice that the car has stopped before my door is opened.

“Sir,” Brett says, holding my bag for me.

I grab it while I shake his hand with the other.

“Make wise choices.” He smirks at me.

“Don’t worry, mate. I’ll make all the wrong ones. See you next week.”

I walk into the terminal, and after a thorough groping from the overzealous TSA agent who was probably at least twenty years older than me, I head straight to the first-class lounge. On the way there, I’m suddenly rocked back by a mass of blond hair and soft curves. I reach out to grab her before she falls down. Her purse crashes to the floor, spilling its contents, and she scrambles away from me to gather her things.

“I’m so, so sorry!” she says from the floor while gathering her belongings.

I have yet to see her face, but that voice…I know that voice. Then she looks up at me, and my heart skips a beat as my eyes connect with her surprised, sky-blue ones.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Little Lexi,” I say to her as I try to keep the breathlessness out of my voice.

“Holy shit! Bradley? What are you doing here?” She gets to her feet and moves in to give me a hug. Her arms wrap around me as her cheek rests against my chest, her head tucked under my chin. My arms snake around her, one hand landing in the middle of her back and the other coming to rest at the small of her back.

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Besides running over unsuspecting travelers,” I say as I look down at her. Tiny freckles dot her nose, only visible if you’re really close to her. I’ve always loved those tiny freckles.

“Hey now, maybe it was you who ran into me.” She laughs a little as she pushes my shoulder gently. She curls her hair behind her ear on one side. “I’m on my way to Vegas,” she says with a shrug of her shoulders.

 “Bugger off. I’m on my way to Vegas, too. Are you with anyone?” I ask, looking around for her friends.

“Nope. All by my lonesome.” She smirks.

My eyebrow rises in question. “What do you mean, all by your lonesome? You’re meeting your friends there?”

She laughs, throwing her head back, showing her lean long white neck. “Nope. I was supposed to go with my boyfriend. Well, my ex now, so here I am, going solo. How about you? Where’s the flavor of the month?” she asks, scanning around me.

“It was supposed to be a boys’ trip, but the boy got a girl and now”—I smile at her—“it’s just a boy trip.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, boarding will now begin for Virgin Airlines eight-nine-six to Las Vegas at gate number seventy-nine.” The voice over the speaker booms around us.

“I have to go,” she says, coming back to give me another hug, and the scent of coconut fills my nose. “That’s my flight.” She turns to walk away, and I’m momentarily gobsmacked by the sight before me.

I get my arse in gear to catch up to her. “It seems that not only are we heading to the same place, but we’re also on the same flight, Little Lexi.” But as I call her by that familiar childhood nickname, I’m not able to stop my eyes from wandering to her perfect arse. I tear my eyes away and chant a reminder to myself. My best friend’s little sister. My best friend’s little sister.

She turns around and walks backward while I catch up to her.

“I used to call you Madly Bradley, did you know that?”

She smirks and gives me a little shake of her head as her hair swishes against her shoulders with the movement. Her hands move to her back pockets, pushing her breasts out. My eyes go right to the perfect globes, encased in that tight top. They’re round and high, and I would put it all on black that she is a C cup, which is the exact right fit for my hand. Trust me, I know.

“What seat are you in?” she asks.

“The one right next to you,” I tell her, not even knowing, but one thing I do know is that there’s no way I’m not sitting next to her.

She continues laughing as she turns around, arms swinging at her sides, hips swaying, as she continues toward the gate.

I drag my hand down my face and groan inwardly, while my cock twitches. I start chanting in my mind again—my best friend’s little sister, my best friend’s little sister—and I’m not sure if the reminder is for me or my poor cock.

We walk up to the gate agent, and she smiles as she hands over her boarding pass. I smile at the woman scanning our boarding passes.

“So, what seat do you have?” I ask her.

“I think she said 3D. What about you?” she asks with her big blue eyes aimed at me.

“It’s 4F. Maybe I can switch with someone or you can switch,” I tell her, just assuming that she is onboard with this plan.

“Aww, did you want more time with me, Bradley?” She laughs while she hooks her arm into mine. “See? I’m not bratty Little Lexi anymore,” she says with a snicker.

I follow behind her, thinking there’s nothing bratty or little about her anymore. “Nope, not so bratty anymore at all,” I reply as we make our way onto the plane.