Kevin strolled down the hall whistling,
dinner yeah right and I’m on the menu, he sang in
his head. He spotted Carlos and Jake heading towards
him. “Stay out of your room. I’ll call you when
I’m done,” as he ambled down the hall. “That man
is getting really rude lately,” Carlos spoke to Jake,
who nodded his ascent.
Kevin reached the open suite door
to see Bron’s backside straight in front him. She
was bending over the desk working on the plans and
talking on the cell. Man she’s right I do like butts
and that one is all mine, he said to himself. He
felt the sensation of heat building in his body as
he let out a long sigh. The warmth quickly died as
he heard her on the phone.
“Daddy Backstreet thinks he’s won,
but he has a whole lot of explaining to do when he
gets down here,” she said into the phone. He watched
her walk over to the coffee table and Kevin almost
died as she yanked envelopes out of his open brief
case. Dammit how did she get that open, he whined
Bron saw him out of the corner of
her eye. She saw his face and he was going into a
panic glaring at the open brief case. “Well speak
of the devil,” she said into the phone as she turned
to look at him. “I have to go. Leave your cell on,”
as she hung up the phone.
Bron leaned back on the desk and
crossed her arms. “Problem?” she asked him.
“Uh, no,” he answered her cautiously
waiting to be blasted. This did not work into the
plan of keeping Bron calm for the few days.
“Good. We need to talk Lurch,” as
she reached around and grabbed a large yellow envelope
from the desk. Kevin walked in with a sinking feeling
in his heart. He wasn’t angry just upset because
he knew what was in the envelopes, as he reached her
the feeling worsened.
“We will start with this one,” as
she handed the envelope to him.
Well that’s a good sign, she didn’t
try to smack me in the face yet, he thought. Kevin
opened it, glanced in it, and closed it. “It wasn’t
my idea,” he replied as he handed it back to her.
Bron blew up, “Oh I know that! I
know the law firm very well!” She screamed at him,
for the stupid answer he had given her.
Kevin backed up one step waiting
for her to launch herself at him, “I gave it all back!”
“Almost Kevin,” Bron said annoyed
with yet another stupid answer.
“Okay almost. I moved some of it
around. You were doing good but I did better.” he
said knowing what she was talking about.
Bron rubbed her face with her hands,
as she calmed down. “If he tells you to leave me
or divorce me are you going to?” She asked him straight
“No!” Kevin yelled back her.
“Hey don’t get mad at me, I’m just
asking. You took my house, my money, my truck, and
my business. What do you expect?”
“I gave it back,” he reminded her.
He was flustered, he had to admit it was a stupid
thing to do, even though he did it for his own reasons
and not Mc’s.
“Good thing you did,” she smiled
Kevin looked at her and sighed with
relief. “I’m sorry,” he apologized.
“You’re forgiven,” she smiled again
Kevin’s face broke out in huge grin,
“I am. That easy.”
“Yes that easy. I wasn’t thinking
clearly anyway. But both of you did it for the wrong
reasons. You’re both control freaks.” She raised
her face up to his with triumph written all over it.
Kevin gave her a hug, “Thanks.”
“Don’t ever do it again,” she warned
Kevin still held her and his hands
gently ran up and down her back. “Nope, never again,”
Bron figured she knew where he was
going with this closeness. He was trying to save
his own ass. “Not going to happen. We’re not done
yet.” She spoke to his chest.
Kevin groaned, “What else?”
Bron reached behind her and grabbed
two more envelopes. She held onto one as she handed
the other to him. He opened it, glanced down into
it, and slammed closed. Shit, he groaned to himself.
“Umm…” he said not quiet sure of what to say.
“Are we going into the P. I. business
later in life Kevin?” she asked him. Bron studied
his reaction and waited for his answer. Gotcha Lurch,
she giggled in her head.
“Bron, please understand. I didn’t
know anything about you and you wouldn’t tell me a
Kevin was pleading with her and she
knew it. It wasn’t to often you could get this Backstreet
to beg. “Aren’t prisoners suppose to state their
name, rank, and serial number?” she asked just to
stir him up some more. She paused and then burst
out in laughter at the look on his face. He definitely
did not like the sound of that.
Kevin lightened up when she laughed.
“I’m sorry, but it felt strange. I was sleeping with
you and I didn’t even know your last name. I knew
what I felt for you but you were being so stubborn.
I felt like I knew all the stuff that no one else
knew, but the basics were missing.”
Bron sighed, “Look this relationship
didn’t start with a date now did it.” Bron waited,
she knew that he was thinking about Pittsburgh. The
contortions on his face said that he didn’t want to
be reminded of it. Well Lurch you better never forget
it. You will never do that to me again, she said
with pissy voice to herself.
“I understand that we did have a
strange start, but really Kevin how much time did
you spend on this little project?” she giggled.
Kevin stuck his tongue into the side
of his cheek and leaned into her. He kissed her forehead
and uttered, thanks to her.
“Now this one,” as she slammed the
folder into his back.
Kevin backed up and frowned, oh great
what the hell is in this one? Kevin reached behind
him and took it from her. He opened it, looked in
it, and began laughing. “After all this, this upsets
you,” he exclaimed.
“Yes it does,” she bellowed. She
was fuming mad at him for it.
“But darlin’, that’s how I fell for
you in the first place,” he grinned.
“I don’t care it was wrong,” she
screeched at him. “If you ever make notes on Night
Train again I’ll kill you.”
“It was just my opinion,” he chuckled
as he saw her hand come up and he caught it before
it reached his face. Bron tried to jerk her hand
away with little success which just made him chuckle
Bron stamped her foot, “Let go of
me. You didn’t need to correct my grammar and typos
“I’m so sorry,” he feigned a fake
apology to her as he let go of her and laughed even
harder. Bron took the envelope and headed for her
duffel with it.
“Hey that’s mine,” he said as he
followed her. Bron threw in the duffel and stood
in front of it. “I know, but I need it for revisions.”
“Oh no,” as he tried to side step
“Ah-Ah-Ah, we’re not done yet,” she
said as he led him back do the desk.
Kevin was starting to get frustrated.
So far everything was going okay but he couldn’t help
but feel the doom and gloom part hadn’t come yet.
Bron grabbed her wallet, “Where are
my freaking credit cards?” she asked him as she showed
the empty wallet to him.
Kevin bit his bottom lip, “I cancelled
them when we were in Chicago.” He readied his hands
to protect himself he knew that she would go insane.
Bron managed her money well, he knew that. But he
also knew when he paid the last batch of her bills
that ‘Born to Shop’ took on a whole life of it’s own
with this woman.
“ARE YOU NUTS!” she screamed at him.
Kevin knew this couldn’t get any
worse, “I didn’t so you couldn’t leave me. But I
have new ones for you.”
Bron dropped her head, “What am I
going to do with you?” She looked at her bare feet
and sighed, “My mail and bills?”
“Taken care of and paid off,” he
Bron’s head snapped up, “With my
money?” she glared at him.
“Does it matter now?” he answered
his nose scrunching up on his face.
“ERR,” she growled at him. “You’re
hopeless Kevin. You know damn well I have enough
money to take care of myself. I have more than you
Kevin laughed, “Yeah I was impressed
when I found that out too! It stunned me, that kind
of stuff usually doesn’t impress me too much.”
“One more question,” Bron ground
out. “My money?”
“Hmm, most of it is in our account,”
he said as he winced a little.
“We don’t have an account,” she hissed
“We do now,” he replied.
Bron looked at him, “What would have
happened had I told you no?”
Kevin grinned at her, “You know you
can’t tell me no,” as he grabbed her, pulled her into
a hug, and leaned down to kiss her.
Bron was still pissed and he knew
it. “No!” she told him and pulled away.
“Bron,” he whined.
“Don’t whine it’s annoying. You
still need to eat and we have this house stuff to
do. Stop messin’ around.” She scolded him. “Kevin
what you have done to me was wrong. You stripped
me of everything I own to get what you want. It will
not happen again.” Bron stood there looking like
fire and brimstone was going to erupt from behind
The woman is a witch he thought.
Kevin sighed yet again and decided keeping his mouth
shut was the best thing to do, as she turned and pointed
to the plans, “I have some questions.”
“Ok shoot.” Kevin looked at her.
Might as well forget it, she has a one track mind
and right now it’s on this damn house. I gotta get
that copy of Night Train back somehow, he reminded
“Why did you scale the house down?”
“Too big for just me,” he answered.
Oh, that sounded good Kev, he groaned to himself.
“Liar I talk to Mc already,” she
said without looking at him.
“Then why the hell did you ask me?”
he said pissed for being nailed on it.
“Kevin no more lies between us.
No more hiding stuff,” she spoke.
“What was here?” as she pointed to
the left side of the plans.
“Recording Studio and before you
ask the other side was an entertainment room,” Kevin
Bron uttered a small sigh, “I’ll
try and work them back in but I can’t promise anything.
I do appreciate that you thought the house was to
big for me to handle by myself. Nobody is ever coming
in to clean my house. But it’s your house too.”
“Okay,” he grinned.
“Now I have a really big problem,”
“Bron,” came from the door.
“What?” she responded without picking
her head up from the plans.
“Do you like roses?” she heard.
“Yes Howie, I love roses. I have
my own rose garden at home. Why?” she both answered
and asked him.
“Just wondering, bye,” Howie spoke
and walked away.
Bron turned to Kevin and they both
thought the same thing, weird. Bron shook her head,
“Anyway Mc is still in Lexington. He said the foundation
is gone and it needs replaced.”
She heard Kevin groan rather loudly,
“How much?” he spoke.
“Actually for you nothing,” she glanced
at him with a sly grin.
Okay she’s confusing the shit out
of me. After the last two days that’s easy to do,
he contemplated. He listened to Bron’s cell ring
and she answered it, “’ello.” “Yes, I told him about
it, but he’s not clear on the details yet,” Bron spoke.
“So are we set or not?” she asked into the cell.
Bron stood up quickly, “They all said yes!” she shrieked
and began jump up and down. “I love you!” she yelled
into the phone.
Who the fuck is that Kevin thought
as he grabbed the phone from her hand, “Who is this?”
he asked in a cranky voice and full of attitude.
“Hey Mr. Pop Star, how the hell are you?” Mc answered
“Oh it’s you. What did you just
tell her? She’s jumping up and down like Bounce?”
Kevin asked him. Kevin watched Nick come to the door
and start a conversation with Bron as he listened
to Mc. “It seems my partner wants to relocate to
Lexington with our crew. We have this little job
for some famous guy and I’m gonna make a mint off
of this job,” Mc chuckled. Kevin was watching Nick
leave and he sat on the couch, “You’re kidding,” Kevin
spoke as he leaned his head back on the couch.
Kevin heard Brian come to the door
and talk to Bron, the fleeting thought of what are
they up to now ran through his head. “Well Kev it’s
looks like she has accepted this little arrangement
you pushed on her. The name is changing too!” Kevin
laughed, “To what, Kiss My Ass Kevin. I don’t think
that would look great on letterhead.” They both got
a chuckle at the sarcastic remark, “No actually it’s
going to be Richardson and McDonald Construction.”
“Damn!” Kevin exclaimed.
“Kevin relax. Bron and I had a long
talk today. She has accepted it to a point. Just
don’t let her get freaked out and you still have to
keep her safe. Don’t let her have any money or credit
cards. I haven’t figured out yet if she is just going
along and waiting for the opportunity or has accepted
it.” Mc warned him.
“Okay,” Kevin said softly into the
phone. Kevin even wondered to himself what had brought
on the sudden change of heart. She’s planning something
he uttered to himself, this is to freakin’ easy.
“Give me that,” Bron spoke as she
grabbed the cell phone back.
Kevin listened to Bron talk to Mc
as he sat on the couch. He was totally blown away
by the sudden change in attitude. The last two days
had been nothing but her resisting every request he
had made. He pushed her until he got what he wanted.
He was dazed and confused. Kevin heard her say that
everyone was arriving tomorrow and they were figuring
out where to put everyone for a couple of days. Then
he heard her tell Mc to go see what’s for sale locally.
Kevin heard his mom call him from
the doorway and he got up and walked over to her.
He stood there for a minute with his eyes closed.
“Are you okay dear?” as she raised her hand and brushed
the hair from his face.
“Never better,” he spoke as he managed
to form a weak smile on his face.
“I don’t want you to make plans for
tomorrow,” Anne said to him as she fussed over him
like moms do.
“Okay, but why?” he asked as he turned
briefly to check on Bron.
“A surprise,” she smiled at him.
“Bron doesn’t like surprises,” he
Anne wanted to tell him she knew
everything thanks to Jake and Stevie but now wasn’t
the time. “She will dear. I asked Stevie and Jake,”
she replied as she walked away.
“Kevin,” Bron called him to her.
“I need the account number for Mc.” Kevin grinned
and Mc laughed on the phone in her ear. “He has it,”
Kevin smiled at her. “Fine,” she snapped at him.
Nice try darlin’, he snickered to himself. Bron slammed
the phone shut and down on the desk. He blew out
a breath and went to stand behind her. He began leaning
closer and closer to her.
“Come on there’s too much work to
do to be fooling around,” as he started grabbing at
“Take a break,” he whispered as his
hands fell to her hips. Bron tried to scoot sideways
but he had laced his fingers into the belt loops in
her jeans. “Baby please,” he whispered into her shoulder
as he rested his head there. She was trapped and
couldn’t go anywhere and he liked that.
“Ya know I really like this long
hair thing,” she sighed.
“Hmm, why does it turn you on?” he
mumbled as he slowly kissed the side of her neck.
“Yes and it makes this easier too,”
as he grabbed a chunk of his hair and pulled.
“Oww let go!” he yelled.
Bron turned to look at him, “I want
you to pay attention to me.”
“If you don’t let go of my hair,
I’m gonna pay you a whole lot of attention and you
won’t like it,” he growled at her.
Bron let go surprised at the attitude.
Kevin stood up in a huff, “Let’s get this over with.”
Bron pointed to all the changes she
had made. They were good and he liked it. The kitchen
looked twice the size but had just been reorganized.
She had added things and moved things. At this point
he didn’t really care. He was getting incredibly
angry with her. They had a chance to finally be alone
and she was obsessing over this house. He looked
at the second story plans and saw something in the
Master bedroom that had caught his eye. She had explained
everything but that. Why, he wondered. “Bron what
is this?” he asked as he pointed to the bedroom.
“Nothing, it’s a surprise,” as her
cheeks flushed slightly. Kevin stepped closer to
her and settled his hands on her shoulders and he
began to knead her muscles. “Tell me,” he prompted
as noticed her reddened face.
“Oh that feels good,” she moaned.
“Come on what is it? That’s our
bedroom,” as his hand drifted forward and rested just
above her breasts.
“Please let me keep it a surprise,”
she half whispered as she tilted herself to face him.
He’s doing it again, he’s not talking with words.
Bron began to give in to his ministrations and leaned
back on him.
“Hey Bron,” came from the door.
“Dammit,” Kevin groaned.
“What Nick?” Bron answered trying
to regain her composure.
“Can I borrow your CD’s?” he asked.
“Yes there in my duffle on the chair,”
Bron dropped her head as Kevin began rubbing the back
of her neck and her shoulders.
Kevin turned to Nick, “Touch anything
in that duffel besides CD’s and I’ll kick your ass,”
he forewarned him.
Nick laughed loudly to which Bron
replied, “Not funny Carter.”
Kevin watched Nick carefully as he
dug around the duffel. Nick pulled the CD case out
with one hand and grinned at Kevin. Nick strolled
out as room service came in. Kevin pointed to the
dining room table. He still hadn’t moved from behind
Bron. “Shut the door Please,” he told them as the
“Time to eat,” he murmured in her
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