Seeing Brandon smile so gleefully at that annoying brat snapped something in me, and it took me a lot of concentration in masking my emotions before I left the office.
Not only did that little teenager think he could talk to me anyhow, what angered me more was the fact that Brandon stood there and let it happen and then pleaded with the boy to leave when he could have demanded that the piece of s**t apologised to me first before leaving.
And even when I told him his plans failed he keep quiet, ignored me, I had my hand fisted In, and I felt the intense need to hit anything or anyone all through the remaining hours I spent in the office.
That t**t said he is, the better half of Brandon, I can't believe Brandon told him about us because if he didn't, that little devil would not have th
