The Harrington Brothers

Brenton

His body is flawless. Everything I desire in a man, is right in front of me. From deep within me I want this. I watch him as he stands there in his glory; the length of his manhood is 10 inches. He is all the man I need. He is my Mr. Perfect. His height, his built, my God what a man. Excitement races through me as I watch him remove his shirt. His large shoulders and rock hard abs, his smile is to die for. Passion is in his eyes. He wants me. I want him, no I need him. I feel my member growing between my legs. His frame matches mine, I am ready but I long for more. I want to make love to his soul, I want all of him. Sexy must be his name. He licks his lips, and slides his hands over his chest. My heart beats faster, as he walks slowly over to me, biting his bottom lip. His eyes are low, as he watches me ease to my knees. I am ready to serve him.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Even though my alarm clock went off, it was the wetness at the tip of my manhood that woke me. "Not fair!" I sighed. My wet dream was getting wetter. I was ready to please him. I was ready to be used. There's a hidden slut inside of me but this morning he was not going to get out.

As I roll out of bed, I travel to my knees to pray. Yes, I pray. No matter how I live my life, my mother taught me the importance of prayer. I sighed at the thought of her. My mother is no longer with me; however, I up hold her values. And to answer your next question, yes, I believe God hears me.

It’s Monday, I think everyone hates Mondays. Especially me, I’m meeting my new assistant today. I don’t like change and being in the middle of a large marketing deal doesn’t make this change easier. Eric was the best assistant in the world. I can’t believe he left me. It's not that I need Eric to succeed, but I preform at my best when he is near me. I’ve gotten used to Eric; he was with me before the company started. Eric knows what makes me smile and what turns me on. He believed in me before he knew my talents and strengths. This new assistant had large shoes to fill.

Getting up from my knees, stretching long and hard. Even after praying, that dream has my mind in a different place. I had a dick brick. As I walked through my bedroom and into the bathroom the same way I came into the world, satisfaction took over my body. I stood in the mirror and flexed, as I brushed my teeth and washed my face, he was still at attention.

I workout in my home gym, located on the west wing of the house; I not only take pride in my appearance but of course my home. I’ve built an empire of my own, my mother would be proud. I miss her. As I walked in, I grabbed a bottle of water. Due to my morning sexual frustration, I knew my work out was going to be intense. Yes, I work out nude. It feels like a piece of freedom. I was alone, no one to judge me or question me.

An hour later I heard my alarm go off for me to shower and get ready for work. For my morning routine, I listen to Alexander Glazunov an awesome classical composer. Classical music calms me. I believe in being a well-rounded man. I read, travel, and experience life on another level. I enjoy being a black man and most importantly a black business man. There’s so much I have accomplished in life and so much more I would like to achieve. My foundation is hard work and preparation.

After I showered, I could smell breakfast being made. I loved Ms. Joyce, for the size of my home you would think I had a complete cleaning team; well I don’t Ms. Joyce and Raven handle cleaning and cooking just fine. Beside I’m not a dirty individual.

I came downstairs completely dressed.

“Good Morning Brenton,” Ms. Joyce sung. Her voice was full of soul, just like my mama’s. I kissed her on her forehead and high fived Raven. There was bacon and toast on the table and Raven was pouring the grits in a bowl.

“Thank you, ladies for breakfast, I might have to eat it on the run.”

Ms. Joyce popped me on the hand; I was reaching for the bacon.

“No, Sir you will sit here and eat after we pray.”

I eased into the sit at the table with a huge grin on my face. Ms. Joyce reminds me of my mother; she was an awesome cook and believed in respect. Ms. Joyce doesn’t agree with my choice, but she respects me and I respect her.

“Raven let him know who came by a minute ago,” Ms. Joyce said.

Raven, Ms. Joyce’s chubby granddaughter was a college student, dressed in some tight jeans and a t- shirt with some beats head phones around her neck. Raven did most of the cleaning around my home she was like the little sister I never had, annoying but bright.

“Brenton, there was a lady that stopped by and brought you a basket of fruit.”

Raven brought it to the table. “The note reads, I can’t wait to start working with you.” Raven giggled as she spoke.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“You are getting gifts from women.” I rolled my eyes.

“People like me”, I stated.

“Not from what I hear. They say you’re mean, rude, and sexist.” Raven said with her hands on her hips.

“Well that means they don’t know me.” I ate breakfast, laughing and playing with Raven and Ms. Joyce as always. Then I ran out the door headed for work after having a fulfilling breakfast.

The most hectic part of my day came from traffic. I love my career and the only thing that would put me in jeopardy of losing my career would be traffic. I have road rage and I’m not afraid to admit it. For a city as large as Dallas, you would think there would be more routes or highways. I wish people would stop moving here. It was traffic in the parking garage of my building. I parked my black and chrome range rover in the CEO parking spot. I know who I am and what I want. I always step out in style. As I step into the office, I’m ready for today's work load. I pray everyone is ready to tackle the day, with a smile. My empire is growing and I can’t be happier.

"Mr. Harrington."

I was approached by a bi-racial woman, in a black Armani suit. Her smile is priceless as she stood 5'7 in 3 inch Dior heels as if she commanded my attention just with her stance. Her skin appeared to be soft with a glow.

“I'm Vanessa Payne, your new assistant,” she stated.

She looked flawless, but with beautiful women came problems. I have enough problems. As she extends her hand, I ignore it. I’ve always been around beautiful women, yet my boxers never moved. She was no different. I looked her up and down. Her small full melon breast set high in her white blouse which showed just enough cleavage to still be considered as classy.

"Yes, I'm headed in my office." I turned on my heels.

“Is there anything you need me to do?”

Where did they get her from? What kind of question is that? I thought to myself.

“Yes, normal assistants work such as answering the phones, checking e-mails and of course monitoring my calendar.” My tone was direct and firm.

“I will get on it. Would you like coffee or water?”

“Nothing,” I am not ready to have her bouncing around the office, looking and smelling good.

“Nice meeting you, did you get the gift I dropped off at your home?” she said.

She can’t be sexy and sweet. “Yes, you shouldn’t have done that?”

“I know, but everyone wants this position and I am thankful that I have it.”

“Why did you want the position?” I asked.

“I love a chocolate challenge.” Her answer shook me. Vanessa matched my fly. I said nothing and kept walking. Surely, I’m not going to smile at her comment; she was going to have to work for mutual respect, no matter how beautiful she is.

As I reached for the door, she said, “There are men in your office."

Men? Who could be in my office? It bet not be them. Without turning around, I said "Vanessa."

"Yes."

She was going to have to learn the ropes quickly. "I don't care who it is, never let anyone in my office without my permission."

“No one,” She questioned me with sass in her voice.

“Not a soul,” I confirmed.

"Yes, Mr. Harrington, but what if it’s your mother?” I could tell she was smiling.

Still facing the door I said, “She’s dead.” I heard her whisper, “Sorry.”

“I know you are sorry. Never make mention or reference about my family again and lose that sassy tone.” I redirected my attention to my closed office door.

I knew who was on the other side of the door, I watch the news. News like this swept through Dallas fast and with my family there was no exception. I took a deep breath before I opened my office door. I open the door with a pissed look on my face.

“Yo, bro.” Braylon screamed, as if he had no home training. I quickly shut the door.

I rolled my eyes in disgust. “Why are you so loud?” I asked. I turned to Brandon Jr., whose feet were on my desk.

“Ya’ll know he became uppity when he got this company.” I pushed Brandon Jr’s feet off my cherry wood desk. “I am not uppity. I just like nice things. What do you all want?”

Braylon mocked me, “What do you all want? Brenton you act as if you don’t have any brothers or family.” I looked at Braylon, the brother right before me in age.

“When my mother passed, so did my family. So in my book I don’t have family.” My ears were warming, I was getting mad.

“We all look just a like dude,” Braylon said jokingly and posing at the same time.

“Why are you all here?” I asked.

Out the corner of my eye, I saw my baby brother, Breon shake his head. “Brent, daddy is dying.”

“I've heard Breon but, so what? I don’t care. I shouldn’t care and I am not going to care. But that doesn’t answer the question, why are you all here?”

Taking a seat near the table, I was convinced that my brothers were all dropped on their heads as babies. They are out of their rabbit minds if they think I am coming off a dime concerning my sperm donor.

“We need to come together in times like this.”

“So you all came for money, right?” No one could answer my question.

Breon stood, “How can you be so heartless?”

“Look you were too young to remember the horrible things dad did to me. You all believe that you father is perfect, well I have news for you. He is not.” I closed my eyes as I spoke. Here I am at 32 years old, still shaken up by the things my father did to me after my mother die.

Brandon Jr. laughed, “That was 16 years ago. Learn to forgive Brent.”

“Abuse is never a laughing matter. Do you know how many children are abused by their families on a daily bases? It’s easy for you to say B.J. you forgive Ashley every time she beats your head in, before you preach the gospel. I know that’s not normal.”

B.J. stood as if he was about to charge at me. “You may be my big brother, but if you aint putting your hands on her, don’t you dare put them on me. You aren’t a man; you are a coward for letting her man-handle you.” B.J. sat back down at my desk.

What is this gang up on Brenton day? I thought to myself.

“You’ve been getting beat up for years now, I beat she don’t be giving it up either.” Braylon joined in.

“Nope, she can’t be. That’s why he is always on edge.” Bradley joked giving Braylon a pound.

“Can we get serious about what’s happening with our father? We didn’t come here to play but to ask for help as a team, as a family.” Breon spoke louder than usual.

Braylon spoke softly. “Brenton, we know daddy is going.”

“Braylon, B.J. Just said that and I don’t care,” I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Mr. CEO, let me finish.” Braylon raised his voice, “He is dying but the church doesn’t have life insurance on him, and neither do any of us. We need your help to lay him to rest.”

Bradley knew this didn’t sit right with me, “In times of need we should come together as a family.”

“A family,” I questioned. “When I was in need, which one of you came to my rescue? Oh, no worries, I can answer that. No one helped me. You all have abandoned me in my worst times. None of you have been here to celebrate me in the good times.” I attempted not to yell, but my emotions were getting the best of me. After years of this emotion being bottled up inside, it was finally getting some exposure.

“We were young, things were different.” Brandon Jr. said.

“Not fair,” I shook my head. "We aren't young any more. The second y'all got out of that house, you should have reached out. But I guess that's too much like right."

Braylon jumped in the conversation, “I’ve always fed you when I saw you at school. I shared my lunch with you, before you enrolled at Grand Prairie High.”

“Feeding me ain't nothing. I've slept under bridges, the floors of friends home, garages of my teachers; all the while you all had warm meals and a place to lay your heads. Why did I have to enroll in Grand Prairie Braylon?” I asked, my ears where getting warm and so were the palms of my hands. They had my blood boiling.

“You can’t hold us to the things we did in the past, we were children.”

“Brandon Jr., I was a child!” I yelled. Just then my desk phone ranged, I snatched it up. “Yes,” I didn’t realize I was still yelling.

“Please calm down; we can hear you in the lobby.” Vanessa stated.

I calmed my breathing. “I don’t want your blood pressure to rise unless it’s necessary.” Why are you calling and you are just in the lobby? How do you know about my blood pressure? Why do you care? So many thoughts were going through my mind. I didn’t speak but my breathing became more steady than ridged. With that she disconnected the call. I placed the phone back on its receiver.

I waited a few minutes before I spoke again. “You mean to tell me, the church doesn’t have enough funds to bury their beloved Pastor? Or did he do so much wrong after mother passed that no one wants to help out?” My brothers sat silently.

They all had a blank stare on their faces, I was no fool. No one answered my questions, so I continued. “The answer is still the same, no. It’s mighty funny how he needs me now after all the crap he put me through.” I watched as my brothers stood to walk out. They knew they were in the wrong. “Would mama be proud of how you are treating our father?” Brandon Jr. asked.

“She left me here to go through that foolishness alone and you don't have the right or the balls to ask me that."

I opened the door for them, “It doesn’t matter mom isn’t here anymore.” I wasn't numb to the pain, but I can't see myself helping this man.

“I know you’re selfish as hell, but how about hooking me up with that assistant of yours. I know you ain’t checking for her.” Bradley stated.

“Bradley, you have enough problems.” Braylon laughed.

“Besides that looks like Treece’s friend and you don’t want Treece in your business. You know Treece can’t hold water and the city will know everything.” That was Bradley being the playful play boy of the family, having baby after baby. I believe the guy is up to his ears in child support.

“Treece, nope, I don’t need Ms. Talk a lot in my business.” Bradley said walking out. The man was right Treece was always in other people’s business, never minding her own. I thought. I held my head down and said, “Get out.”

They walked passed me to leave. Breon took a look in my direction and swung on me. He hit me in the jaw. “If you weren’t my baby brother, I would drag your butt all over this office. Get out.”

Breon stormed off mad. He wasn’t my problem.

Vanessa appeared in the door way, with a bottle of water and a red-bull. She came in and placed it on my desk and watched me moved towards my desk. "It seems as if you have a very interesting life."

I simply ignored her, but that didn't work.

"Fighting doesn't solve anything. Just proves that you’re not smart enough to use your words and your resources," Vanessa said. She disappeared just as fast as she appeared.

“I know it’s not my business.” Vanessa started to say as she entered my office again. I cut her off, “Then stay out of it.”