Writer's Notes:
'Real Love' is my personal tribute to JammyJimmy's (JJ) story, 'Threads: The Island'. I give JJ credit, because credit is due, for this story and for my own inspiration and entrance into writing. 'Real Love' is actually the first story I wrote, even before 'Tale of Two Teens', my first published story.
As I was writing this story way back when, I was hoping JJ would be the editor. Having been unable to make contact with him, I have been reluctant to release it. Some say JJ has passed away, but I don't know. JJ, if you read this and want this story removed, please contact me. Several readers have relayed to me, both publically and privately, that they would like it released.
Therefore, 'Real Love' is an unauthorized, reimagined rewrite and sequel to JJ's story, 'Threads: The Island'. The general storyline in JJ's story is embedded in this story. Several of the character names have been changed because this is my story. Anyone who has read JJ's story will identify the characters quickly, starting with my main character, Bradley Weber, formerly known as Kyle Watson in JJ's story.
This story is long, but tolerant and filled with several emotions. If you stick with it, you will experience euphoria, happiness, sadness, sorrow and it will make you horny. You'll be disgusted, pissed off, scared and you'll grieve, cry, frown, smile and sometimes, you'll laugh, I hope.
'Real Love' starts off slow, but gains speed with age. Feel free to leave comments about what you like and what you dislike about the story. Feedback is a good thing for those writers who want to know what reader's like and dislike about their stories.
Please don't be mean in the comments because those that put in many hours over a period of several months, and thought into designing and writing these stories don't appreciate it, nor do they deserve it.
I do hope you enjoy the 'Real Love' series. Just don't forget one important detail -- it's fiction. Please do give us 'not so professional' writers a little slack.
JJ, wherever you are, whatever you're doing, fair winds and following seas my friend.
Let the saga of Bradley Weber continue...
MDSW
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An hour later, Brad strolls into his suite.
"Hi Deb," Brad says as he enters. "How's it going?"
"Fine," she says neutrally. "I'll see you at dinner."
With that, she grabs her laptop and starts to leave.
Brad now knows there will be a confrontation.
"Debi."
She stops, turns her head to him and says, "Yes."
"Are you pissed at me?"
"Very."
"Then I want you to hear this. Come with me please," he says, reaching out for her hand.
"I'm not sure I want to hear it Brad."
Brad moves to her and stands in front of her.
"Debi, you are part of this team. You have every right to react if you suspect there's something going on. I expect nothing less of you. But, right now, you need to hear what I have to tell you and Kelly. Please."
"Okay, Brad. I owe you that much, but I told Kelly I will wait in my apartment so you two can be alone."
"It's okay Debi, I'll handle it. Thanks for telling me."
She puts her laptop back down and he takes her by the hand, leading her to find Kelly.
"Kelly," he says as he enters his bedroom.
"Back here."
Brad wanders into his bathroom with Debi in tow.
"How's it going?"
"Fine."
He walks to the stereo and turns it on to cover their impending conversation, knowing very well the shit is about to hit the fan.
"Sit down, we need to talk, Brad. Debi, would you excuse us for a minute?" she says with a hint of anger in her tone as Brad sits down.
"No, Kelly. We are a team. She's as pissed off at me as you are so she needs to hear this too."
"Fair enough. I know you weren't talking to Julian. I know you were up in the helicopter and I know who with."
"You're right Kelly. I was in the helicopter with Sara," Brad nods as Debi moves closer to them so she can hear better. "After I told you last night I figured out who the boogeygirl is, I had to talk to her. I have to know why she did it. It had to be someplace where I'm in control, where she can't run away. Somewhere she had no options, where she has no choice but to face me."
"So why not a meeting room?"
Frustrated with her question, Brad says, "You really need me to answer that question? She can run out of a meeting room, or scream bloody murder and do some serious damage not only to my reputation, but that of the company and you very well know that... So, I concluded a helicopter will make her a captive audience. She had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, no-one can see her, no-one can hear her and no safe means of escape. I was hoping I can get her on my side. Anyway, we spoke for a bit, she denied it, denied it and denied it some more, but eventually admitted it, but she's seriously scared."
"And then?" Kelly asks pointedly.
"And then she tried to seduce me, because she was scared. She was sent on a mission and had to do what she was sent to do or there would be consequences for her."
"Scared of who?"
"Someone, but I won't tell you who just yet."
"Someone? You're being vague Brad."
"I understand that, but that is the way it has to be, for now."
"She's a slut, remember."
Kelly looks at him.
"So did she seduce you?"
"She tried because she is scared. I will never do anything like that to you," Brad replies quickly, shaking his head.
He takes one of her hands in his.
"She wasn't successful. I'm not interested in Sara. After all, did I not just refuse sex with my HOT assistant in favor of a workout?"
"Saving it for her?"
"Touché, but not in your lifetime. I said that to point out I have will power and you damn well know it," Brad replies.
"But, do you realize you're saying that right after you've been alone with a horny woman who fucked you only a few nights ago," she points out, then adds, "and you were alone with her where no-one could possibly see, hear or walk in on you?" she says with a look of concern on her face.
"Of course I understand that Kelly! If I just had strenuous sex with a hot, willing partner for an hour in the back of a hot helicopter, wouldn't I be standing before you right now soaked in sweat from head to toe, most likely still dripping off me? And here's something else for you to consider. Do you realize I have will power?" he says releasing her hand feeling a little irritated with her.
Kelly is mad, but she has a pouting expression on her face as she ponders his words, but says nothing. He's done a good job shooting down her suspicions, she's thinking, looking at his hardly damp clothes, but they're a little damp from his workout.
Suddenly, she bends toward him, reaches into his shorts, in search of his cock. She grabs it, feels it, but doesn't feel any juices on it, other than sweat.
"Kelly!" Debi says, reacting to what Kelly has done.
She acts shocked too. Brad thought it best to let her have her way, to prove he's telling the truth.
"You needed to do that?"
"I want to be absolutely, positively sure about this Brad."
"Happy?"
"Yes. Very happy."
Then she takes him in her arms and hugs him tight as ever. After the shock of her action subsides, he sits on the edge of the bath and stirs his finger through the blue-green hot water for a second, trying to shake off the shock of her action, while Debi is watching them.
"Do you remember yesterday when I figured out who the boogeygirl is?"
Kelly folds her arms in front of her and changes her expression to a serious one.
"Of course I do."
"Did you trust me then?" Brad asks.
"Yes, Brad. You know I did," she replies, unfolding her arms, frowning, maybe a little pissed off, wondering where he's taking this.
Brad stands up and gets close to her.
"Then I need you to trust me now, Kelly," he tells her, taking her hands in his. "Nothing has changed and nothing is different. I've been on my best behavior because of you. This is something I have to pursue for everyone's sake. You did say you trusted me a short time ago. I'm counting on it now."
"But you did lie to me," she points out, with a little stomping of her feet. "You should've just told me where you were going instead of lying to me about Julian's extended workout plan."
"I'm sorry, Kelly, but if I didn't lie to you then, you would have wanted to go with us. I didn't want you to hear what Sara had to tell me because I was expecting something bad, and I was right, it's bad, real bad. I debated with myself how to handle this, but came to the conclusion that any path I chose would have led us to the confrontation we are now in. So, I'm damned if I did and damned if I didn't."
Kelly is still mad at him, but she knows in her heart he's right. She slaps both of his shoulders a couple times. Then gives him another big hug, her arms reaching around his back, squeezing him exceptionally tight. Brad does the same. She rests her head in his shoulder while looking at Debi with a very concerned look.
"I do trust you, Brad," she says softly, then looks into his eyes, "so, do what you have to do. I know you're not telling me everything now, but in the end, you have to come clean with me," she says pouting, putting her head back on his shoulder.
Brad puts one of his fingers under her chin and lifts her to look into her eyes.
"When I do tell you what is happening, you will be glad I dealt with it and you will understand why I'm not telling you everything now. Are you with me pretty lady?"
With that said, he gives her a quick peck on her lips.
"I'm with you," she says, hugging him, with wonder in her eyes, not knowing where this Charles thing is going, which is what bothers her the most.
Debi, hearing all this, snakes her arms around Brad's waist and squeezes him tight. He can feel her shaking. Debi is scared.
"Brad, are we in danger?" she asks with tears appearing in her eyes, looking at him.
Brad feels her concern and moves one arm from Kelly to Debi and Kelly does the same. They hold her tight as the weight of the conversation they just exchanged comes down on Debi. She's more scared than he thought.
"No, Debi, there is no physical danger and I'm not expecting any. But, if I'm unable to contain this situation, it will have some really serious personal consequences for a lot of people and this company. That's how important this is."
