studiobondurri Chapter 157: A small encounter
Chapter 157: A small encounter
Chapter 157: A small encounter*vroom*
The low hum of the car’s engine faded into silence as Brandon pulled into the garage, his body still lightly glistening with sweat from the volleyball match.
He opened the door and stepped out, as the cooler air of the early evening greeted his skin.
He exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders and stretching his neck.
The dusky amber light of the setting sun spilled across the courtyard, brushing over the cobblestones.
He made his way through the courtyard, pushing open the side door to the house.
"Aunt Elize?" he called out casually as he stepped in, but there was no answer.
A frown crept onto his face. "Did they go out...?"
He sighed and made his way further into the house, instinctively heading toward Elize’s room.
Pushing the door open with a tired grunt, he stepped inside and stretched his arms high above his head, "First... I need to sit down and cool off."
He tossed his shirt lazily onto a nearby chair, revealing his toned torso streaked lightly with sweat.
With slow, tired steps, he made his way toward the bathroom, already imagining the cool splash of water against his face and the blessed relief of rinsing off the heat.
His hand pushed the door open without a second thought.
And then-
He froze.
Inside, Charlotte was standing with a towel draped over ner neck.
Droplets of water clung to her shoulders, sliding down her spine as she continued drying her hair.
The light of the bathroom caught the fine edges of her collarbones, the graceful slope of her neck.
Brandon’s brain stopped functioning for a moment.
Charlotte turned her head slightly, strands of hair clinging to her cheek as she looked at him "Brandon?"
As she turned around, Brandon got a full view of her body.
Her plump breasts adorned with cute red nipples, her hourglass body and the faint trace of blonde pubic hair near her groin.
"Ah—!" he finally stammered and his eyes darted up instinctively toward the ceiling as he half-spun around. "Sorry! I didn’t think anyone was...!"
Charlotte just continued brushing her hair and asked in her usual calm voice "So you just barge into a bathroom without knocking?"
Letting out a soft sigh, he muttered "Since I called Aunt Elize and she didn’t reply, I thought the house is empty."
He was unsure whether to apologize again or melt into the floor from embarrassment.
Brushing her hair, she murmured "I should’ve locked the door, so I’m partially to blame."
Charlotte’s eyes glowed faintly in blue and she stopped brushing her hair to look at Brandon.
"That reminds me, Kael, did you get leads on who tried to attack you that day at Church capital."
Brandon tried to look at her, but his gaze inadvertently fell on her breasts.
However, he controlled himself to look into her eyes "No big leads; someone has used that woman’s dead body as a puppet..."
"Our only clue was the black stone inside her and I have told them to re
Her cheeks flushed faintly, and she shook her head, though the smile on her lips betrayed her delight. "Flatterer," she murmured, but her hand lingered on his arm, as if reluctant to break the contact.
She turned back to the stove, stirring the milk with a wooden spoon.
The pot on the stove bubbled softly, the milk sending up curls of steam that mingled with the kitchen’s warm light.
Brandon’s arms remained loosely around her, his chin resting on her shoulder as he watched her work. "What’s this for, anyway?" he asked as he nodded toward the pot.
"Hot chocolate," Elize muttered as she glanced at him.
"Figured you and Ravene could use something sweet after your day. And Charlotte, too."
Brandon’s smile widened "You’re too good to us, Aunt Elize. But don’t think I’m letting you do all the work. I’ll help with the mugs."
She laughed and swatted at his arm playfully. "Oh, now you’re helpful? Go on, then, grab the cocoa powder from the pantry. And maybe some marshmallows, if we’ve got any left."
He grinned, reluctantly stepping back from the hug but not before pressing one last kiss to her cheek, "Yes, ma’am,"
Elize watched him go, her hand lingering where his had been, a quiet smile playing on her lips as she turned back to the stove.
Her eyes darkened slightly "Hmm, I am his favorite..."