Brad : Part 1: Brad
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He's the teenage celebrity crush I was never supposed to meet and his family is one of the wealthiest families in America. He's the hottest guy I've ever seen with seafoam green eyes that stops strangers on the street and a rock hard body that rivals Chris Hemsworth. Yeah, that hot. I loved him before I met him and now I hate him. —Kate
She was the one girl I could never have and my stupid friends did the most unthinkable thing one night that forever changed our relationship. I haven't seen her since that night and it's been eight long years. Eight years. And now she's coming back to the Hamptons for my father's funeral.—Bradley
Kate Meadows hasn't seen Bradley Rainshaw in eight years. After moving far away to escape a scandal and the celebrity circus of her new billionaire family, she has to face the music and revisit the place that haunted her dreams for years at the sudden passing of her stepfather. When a nor'easter hits the Rainshaw Hampton manor, the two are homebound and there's nowhere to run and hide. No longer bound by family, what will be confessed? And exactly how hot and heated can things get?
This is a 20k novella with a follow up happy ending novella, split up for your own sanity.
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Brad - Bella Bentley
One
Kate
The rain pummeled against the windowpane. It wasn’t uncommon on the edge of winter in Capetown, South Africa for such a natural act to occur. But today, well, today I wish I lived on a remote island off of Tahiti or the Maldives. I needed the sun. I needed the warmth of an element beyond my control to tell me everything would be alright. And furthermore, I needed space. Miles and miles of quiet space. But there was no hiding now. I couldn’t hide from this.
The smell of strong coffee teased my despair, yet I would not lift my head off my arm. Not even for a French press made by someone other than me for once.
Awe, come on sweetie. You’ve got this,
my best friend and roommate sang like the sweetest songbird as the sound of a tea saucer gently landed near my head. Emily was British and didn’t own a single coffee mug. She owned the pretty dainty china that made me want to lift my pinkie and say dah-ling.
God bless her for blind optimism. Because after the report I’d just received…there would be no focusing on the most important paper of my graduate school studies. At all.
I rolled my forehead around on my arm as if attempting to burrow a hole in my own flesh. Writer’s block sucked. I moaned into my arm a pitiful cry that would make dogs run for the hills or underneath the nearest bed.
I…could write your paper for you?
Her peppy voice ricocheted through my mind. I could see the outcome of such an offer. Such a suggestion finally warranted the lifting of my heavy head as I looked with hazy eyes at the blonde, real-life-living Barbie.
Her dimples danced across her sunbeam face.
You’re cute, you know that?
I said.
Translation? There’s no way in hell I would let Emily near one of my papers. Well, let’s scratch that. Unless the paper involved the latest celebrity gossip or a breakdown of the ancient speculation of why Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston broke up, there would be no sparkle dust from little miss living-breathing-pixie fairy, who was a full-time lingerie model. She probably didn’t even know who or what Thoreau was.
My head went back to its home on my numb arm. My first smile of the day actually made its debut appearance as I entertained the thought of Emily discussing the naturalist poets, Thoreau and his mentor Emerson. She probably would come up with nature’s best mask remedies or something like that. Cute, but definitely not what would be required for the much-needed grade of an A and the lasting respect I needed in this third year graduate school piece. With this being my last semester before I graduated with my masters, I couldn’t mess this paper up. It determined the professor who would maybe shadow my dissertation with independent private study, which would ensure I could land an assistant professorship anywhere around the globe while I wrote my dissertation to gain my PHD.
There would be no bullshitting my way with this one; my professors practically knew my blood type, social security number, and fingerprints. I sighed again.
I would just have to work on this paper the whole time while in the Hamptons. I cringed.
The one place I did not want to be in. Ever.
I swore to myself I would never, ever step foot there again. Hell no. Not even the town before the H-E-L-L town in the Hamptons! I just couldn’t bear to travel the Rainshaw road ever again and pass the entrance into the gated manor. The very place caused me to instantly have a full-fledged panic attack, remembering the night that forever changed my life and altered my easy breezy personality.
And it wasn’t the gorgeous town itself, per se. Poor pretty town. It was the devil himself who lived there.
Oh no.
I felt it coming on.
The familiar chest closing in and tightening. The restricted breathing. A panic attack was coming: a feeling I never, ever encountered until he came into my life and made it a living hell after what he did.
But my mother needed me. And there’s no way I would let her down.
No matter how much of an ass Bradley and his friends had been to me after that scandalous night that robbed me of my privacy forever, leaving me untrusting of men, and even untrusting of my own body. No matter how much therapy I had to endure because of him, I’d go. I’d be there for my mom.
I would just have to pop Xanax like tic-tacs and Skype my therapist to get through it all. It had been eight years since the incident, but sometimes there are moments in your life that forever scar you, like branding an owner to a cattle. My new identity after that night became one I never knew I’d become—uptight, closed, paranoid, distrusting. And he was the culprit behind it all. And now I had to see him again after nearly a decade of dodging holidays, rotating them with my father’s side of the family.
But there was no rotating or getting out of this meeting. My stepfather was now dead.
God help me.
Everything about the Rainshaw family I hated. Except for a few perks, such as flying first class and sometimes privately, like now, when need be, when I had to fly half way around the world to be somewhere at a certain time, and an black Amex credit card to shop freely. Now, I wasn’t a shopaholic, but in cases like these when I would be seen with the family, the credit card was used to ensure I looked photo ready at all times. I had to Skype my mother's stylist and show her everything I was considering to wear.
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