On Dublin Street The Bonus Material - Samantha Young Page 0,23
in the rain. “But we can fix this. We can do better.”
If you don’t want to tear the world apart right now, if you didn’t swing for that fucker for daring to touch your wife… she isn’t the one for you.
No, clearly, she wasn’t the one.
And after this disastrous foray into marriage, I couldn’t imagine how any woman ever could be.
“I don’t want to do better.” He flicked her a disgusted look before he turned and began walking up hill toward Queen Street. “We’re over, Analise. Expect a call from my lawyer.”
“Braden!”
He winced at the sound of her voice breaking through the rain but continued upwards.
Upwards and onwards.
He had somewhere to be. He had someone who relied on him. He had a high school musical to attend.
As if she heard his thoughts, his mobile rang and the caller ID read ELLIE. He answered it as he caught sight of a taxi coming toward him with its light on. Braden threw his hand in the air.
“Els?”
“Braden! Are you on your way? The show is starting soon.” His sister’s exuberance caused a sad smile to prod his lips.
“I’m just grabbing a cab.” He launched into said cab and gave the driver the school address.
“Great! I need to know you’re in the audience or I’ll never be able to go on.”
“I’ll be there soon, sweetheart.”
She hesitated. “Are you okay, big brother?”
Braden squeezed his eyes closed, forcing out the memories of the last five minutes from his mind. He took a deep breath through the invisible wound in his chest and made a promise he intended to keep. “I will be.”
7
An On Dublin Street Halloween
Edinburgh, Fire
Head hot and itchy under the short black wig I was wearing, I wasn’t feeling all that sexy, despite the short Snow White costume I was also wearing. Hand gripping a fake apple, I teetered around a slutty vampire that almost knocked me off my black platform Mary Jane’s.
Music throbbed and pulsed all around me and I could no longer see my feet in the ‘fog’ created on the ground by the smoke machines Braden had hired for Halloween at his nightclub Fire.
“Snow White!” a bumbling Frankenstein bumped into me, leering at me. “Fancy a shag?”
“I’m not really into experiments,” I answered. He stared at me blankly as I cracked up at my own joke. Sighing, I walked around him. “Waste of a good one liner,” I muttered.
My eyes scanned the room, looking for my fiancé. He didn’t know I was coming tonight and under my short Snow White costume was sexy white lingerie to match the white silk thigh highs I was wearing. My hope was to distract him for a little while in his office, on his nice and big desk. I shivered in anticipation remembering the last time I’d distracted him on his nice and big desk.
In the wig, slightly powdered face, thick black eyelashes and bright red lipstick, Braden’s doormen hadn’t recognized me. I wondered how Braden would fare?
Slipping past Barbie and Hercules as they almost went at it on the dance floor, I edged nearer to the bar. Braden wasn’t much for costumes so he’d chosen to wear a tuxedo. He’d told me that if anyone asked him who he was, he was going with ‘James Bond’.
Where is James Bond? I frowned, slowly turning on my heels. “Oh.” I stumbled back to stop from colliding with Braden who’d suddenly appeared behind me as if out of thin air.
He looked hot in his black tuxedo.
Yum.
“Snow White?” his lips twitched with laughter. “Really?”
My hands flew to my hips. “You recognized me?”
Braden laughed. “Babe.”
“I could be Snow White,” I insisted, holding up the apple. “I make a very good Snow White. I was stupid enough to bite into the apple that is you.”
“I’m not the one doing the tempting tonight.” His eyes drifted over my body, growing darker with intensity at the sight of my white silk stockings. “You make a sexy as fuck Snow White.”
“You should see what’s underneath this.”
He reached out, his large, warm hand smoothing around my waist to pull me close. “I’m supposed to be working. I have an important deejay setting up for tonight.”
I touched his bow tie, pressing my lower body deeper into his. “You’re the owner. Technically, you don’t need to be here at all. I’m just suggesting you take a break for a little while.”
“A break?” he murmured, his hand coasting down over my ass.
Cocking my head to the side I grinned up into his face. “On that nice