Chapter 31

EmilieI have no chance of escaping the makeover. Cindy and Laura drag me into the bathroom and force me to sit down on the toilet seat. They are both wearing leers on their faces, but Laura frightens me more than Cindy. “Maybe I don’t need makeup...” I mumble. “Nonsense!” Laura exclaims and picks up a wet wipe. “You need this, Emilie. You’re going out on a date and need to look good...not that you’re ugly or anything.”I pout. “I am ugly...”“That’s not true!” Laura growls. “I’m not pretty, and I’m aware of it,” I grunt. “Sometimes, I wonder why Brandon even dates me since I’m so out of his league.”“Because he isn’t blind,” Laura mutters. “Trust me. You’re pretty, but after I’m done with you, you’re going to look like sex on a stick.”I laugh. “Sex on a stick? Is that a good thing?”“You bet it is! And guess what? I know exactly what kind of makeup is needed to achieve that, but before we apply any makeup, we need to clean your face!”“And brush your hair,” Cindy chimes in. “You’

Chapter 32

BrandonToday is the day. I have taken Emilie to a luxurious restaurant and now I want to tell her that I love her. I’m not sure when I fell for her, but what I do know is that she is the reason I’m not drowning myself in alcohol. After my mother passed away, Emilie was the sun keeping me alive—my cheerleader.She is special to me, and I want her to know her, but I suck with words. I’m a meathead, and tonight, I seem to have entered extra pussy-territory. Not a single word has left my lips all night. I’m too busy blushing over Emilie’s looks and her smiles, which is odd.This isn’t my first time seeing a pretty woman, but for some reason, Emilie looks even more stunning tonight. But I’m not the only one who has noticed. We have this good-looking waiter that keeps popping up at our table every second, and it’s pissing me off. Can’t a guy seduce his future wife in peace? The waiter is ruining everything!Right on cue, the bloke shows up by our table. He is as unwanted as a pimple in the

Chapter 33

BrandonThis might be the best night of my life. Would thought I would ring the cute nerd?Not me, but now I have, and I love it. My baby girl is still laughing when we get through the door. That soft, breathy sound she makes when she is embarrassed. I think she is delighted too. She must be. She has that look. The one that says the world is moving too fast for her to keep up.Perfect. This might make her wild. Good for me.I want her to let loose. “I still can’t believe I puked on your suit,” Emilie groans, tugging her heels off by the door.I kick off my shoes, watching her flushed face and nervous smile. Does she even realize how gorgeous she is? How she is my everything? Her hair is coming undone from the makeover, framing her flushed cheeks like she just got fucked in the backseat of a car.It makes me want her so much more to the point that it is painful. Everything inside of me is begging me to swallow up the space between us. I do. Emilie watches me, still barefoot, still

Chapter 34

BrandonEmilie is still sleeping soundly when I came up…or at least I think she is. Her face is pressed into my chest, and there is a stupid, cute grin on her face. I wonder what she is dreaming about? Her fingers are moving over my abs, and I bet her dreams are innocent—“So ripped…” …okay, so she is definitely not THAT innocent, but I don’t complain. Sweet little baby is dreaming about ME and—“Carl…”WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK? WHO IS CARL????I glare down at Emelie, one second about to shake her awake and demand answers, when I hear her giggling into my skin. She then lifts her chin and grins. “Good morning,” he murmurs. My pulse is thumping at an incredible rate. I am not calm. Part of me wants to grab her and ask who the hell she is dreaming about, but the little grin on her face makes me realize that she knew what she did. “You little shit,” I growl. “You said Carl in your sleep just to rattle me, didn’t you?”Emilie laughs in delight when I ruffle her hair. Then she hugs me harde

Chapter 35 - End of Emilie and Brandon

EmilieI’m wearing a white dress, but it isn’t a wedding dress. This one is a soft thing I found at a nice store, since I don’t want Brandon to waste too much money on me. It has fluttery sleeves and little embroidered hearts along the hem that Laura made fun of and then told me I looked “disgustingly adorable” in.Also, I’m wearing heels!Which is why Brandon is currently holding me upright by the armpits while muttering, “This is the worst idea you’ve ever had.”“Not true,” I say through clenched teeth. “I once tried to make Alfredo sauce in a toaster oven.”Brandon stares down at me, handsome face turning pale. “…Woman, how are you still alive?”“Luck. Love. My sheer inability to die out of spite.”Old Brandon would roll his eyes at me. My Brandon? His whole face goes soft. “You are such a strange one.”That cracks me up. “I am, but…I get the feeling you like that.”“I do…that’s the problem.”“Problem?”“Mhm, I love you too much, Emilie.”“There is no such thing as too much.”“Bett

All Chapters of The Bully And Me: Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35 - End of Emilie and Brandon