|What Are the Odds
Author: The Mischievous One PM
Samantha was never really on Brandon's radar until a bet was made with his sycophants. The bet was simple: get her into bed and find out what kind of person she is. So what are the odds of falling for her and she for him? Sequel to Railroad Tracks.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 16 - Words: 31,703 - Reviews: 59 - Favs: 43 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 09-18-06 - Published: 08-06-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2225444
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Chapter 1: The Wager
"Look at her." whispered one and the rest, save one, turned in unison. The one who hadn't turned to look was Brandon Martin who sat back cool and collected. Matthew, the one who had spoken, looked back at Brandon who raised an eyebrow at him. "She's got to be the most straight-laced prim and proper, bible-thumping bitch in the world. I can't stand her."
"I bet she's a freak. Especially in the dark." Mark chimed.
"I bet I can find out." Brandon drawled lazily and they all turned towards him. "Anyone care to make a wager?"
The group of guys looked amongst each other for a while. When no one answered, Brandon rolled his eyes. Luke dared to speak up then, seeing Brandon's reaction.
"What do we get if you fail?"
"I'll give you all $100 if I can't, is that all right with you morons?"
"What are the terms?" Matthew asked bravely.
"Six months. I have to have it done by the time school is done." Brandon replied. "If I can do it, you all over me $100 each but if I lose I give the three of you $100. Have to give her time to adjust to me."
"That sounds good."
"Good thinking Brandon."
Brandon just rolled his eyes at his sycophants. He stood from his seat at the fountain and started walking towards the woman of the wager. Samantha Wellington was the biggest Christian he had ever seen. He couldn't wait to corrupt her, to see what she was really like.
He knew little about her despite her being a Christian and the daughter of Norbert Wellington, heir to the Wellington dynasty. She had a trust fund twice the amount of his with change to spare. He knew that there couldn't be too much else to her. She was too straight-laced.
"Hello." he said icily and she looked up, frightened. He smiled and stepped closer. "How are you today?"
"F-fine?" she stuttered and he laughed coldly.
"You aren't sure if you're fine or not?"
"Please leave me alone." she whispered and he moved even closer to her. "Please go away."
"Why would you want me to do a thing like that?" he asked as he ran a finger along her collarbone and she jumped away from him. "Oh that's right. You're a Christian and you have standards."
"None of which you meet." Samantha said boldly and she immediately colored afterwards.
"What if I could prove to you that I meet them?" he asked.
"You don't even know what they are."
"So tell me. I want to know what you look for in a man."
She colored again. "Is this a bet?" she asked softly.
"Damn. I was hoping you wouldn't figure it out so when I told you months from now after you had fallen in love with me, that your face would crumble and I could tell everyone what a hypocrite you are. Oh well, I'd still like to prove to you that I can meet them. My mother did teach my some things."
"What are the terms?"
"To bed you."
She colored deeply this time and frowned. "I can't allow you to win your bet. I won't sin against God like that." She stood from her seat and began to walk away but Brandon blocked her path with her arm. "Please just leave me alone."
"No. I am determined to figure out who you really are, to see how much of a hypocrite you really are. I am going to have you in my bed with your legs wrapped around my waist and you screaming my name."
Samantha didn't say anything as his blue eyes studied her red face. He took in her face, seeing both her black and white roots. He liked her light brown eyes. He knew that he was going to have fun with her.
Brandon pulled her closer and pressed her against him as she struggled. He knew that he was being an ass but he didn't care. "Guess what?"
"What?" she asked breathlessly, involuntarily.
"You're going to win me money." he whispered
Samantha yanked free and slapped him. "Leave me alone and stop harassing me."
Brandon watched as she ran away to class. He smiled to himself and rubbed his face slowly, thinking about her. "Kitty has claws and I like it."
He walked back to where his bag was and picked it up before walking away. He winked at a gaggle of girls and ran a hand through his blond hair. He knew it was wrong to play with their emotions but he just didn't care. He was Brandon Martin, he could do whatever the hell he wanted to.
He moved into his psych class and smiled when he saw Samantha. "Well, look what we have here. A Christian in a secular university. Call Jesus."
"Don't make fun of me." Samantha replied slowly without turning around to look at him. "Don't make fun of my God."
"There is no God." Brandon spat and she stood to face him.
"If you wish to believe that then fine but don't criticize my beliefs because of how you feel. Don't you dare." she said steely.
"What's going on in here?" asked a stern voice behind her and the students who had been watching immediately looked away. "Samantha, are you alright?"
"Yes Professor Truffle, I'm fine." Samantha replied.
"Mr. Martin, kindly leave Ms. Wellington alone." Professor Truffle said authoritatively and Brandon laughed.
"You can't touch me old man. You know it, I know it, this whole university knows it. No one can touch me because of my father and the bastard that he is." Brandon told him and Professor Truffle turned purple. "Start the lesson George."
Sure enough, Professor Truffle did just that. After class, Brandon followed Samantha everywhere she went. She eve tried hiding in the bathroom but he walked right into the ladies room and banged on the stall she was in. She couldn't do anything but open the door.
"What?" she demanded and Brandon smiled cruelly.
"Can you just go out with me so I can win."
"No. It's not about going out with you, it's about sleeping with you and I'm only supposed to date Christian young men. Not someone like you."
Brandon raised an eyebrow. "You mean a heathen."
"No, I wouldn't say that about or to someone." He moved closer. "Please stop harassing me."
He leaned in and grabbed her face when she tried to get away further into the stall. He pressed his body against hers ad kissed her. He felt her make a noise and assumed it was a moan even though he knew in the back of his mind that it wasn't. He didn't realize something was wrong until he felt tears against his face. He pulled away and she slapped him as hard as she could for the second time that day.
"That wasn't yours to take!" she screamed through tears ad she pushed past him, running out the door as another girl entered.
Brandon stood with his back to her as he studied himself. His body had reacted to the kiss. He turned, knowing only one way to deal with it.
He turned to the girl behind her and smiled. "Come here."
The small brunette practically ran to him. "What can I do for you?"
He motioned to his situation and stared at her expectantly. "Some time today." The entire time she went down on him, he didn't say a word. He let his mind wander back to the kiss. He felt bad about doing it and being turned on afterwards. Before he knew it, he was thrusting his pelvis while gripping the girl's head. the girl tried to stop him as she gagged but he paid her no mind. Seconds later he relieved himself into her mouth, forcing her to swallow everything.
He pushed her away and walked to the sink, cleaning himself up before zipping his pants. He left without speaking. The girl called after him but he ignored her. He didn't even feel bad about that. What he did feel bad for strangely enough was kissing Samantha. She had slapped him harder than she had earlier and he words had stung.
He walked out to his Rolls Royce 101EX, blocking out everyone and was surprised when he found Samantha parked next to him staring out her windshield. He walked to the passenger seat and opened he door. As he sat down, she moved to get out but he placed his hand on her upper thigh and squeezed it lightly. She tried in vain to move his hand but his other trapped her as he rubbed her thigh through her dress.
"Please, stop." she whimpered and he let her go. "I understand that you want to do things with me for betting reasons but if you have any decency you'll leave me alone. I'll even give you the money you would have won plus interest. Just please leave me alone."
"That was your first kiss wasn't it?" he asked. "You're twenty-two and that was your first kiss."
"I was saving that for someone special, for my husband." she replied and he realized that she was sensitive and soft-spoken.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." he apologized.
"We shouldn't be alone together." she stated, looking out the window.
"Do you accept my apology?" he asked when she began to get a faraway look in her eyes.
"Yes I do. But please do not touch me again." she said quietly, seriously.
"I'll try not to." he replied.
"I need to go home but I wanted to apologize for hitting you. It was never my intention to cause you bodily harm. I just wanted to be left alone and you were harassing me. Do you accept my apology?"
"Yes I do." Brandon answered.
"Good. Thank you."
Brandon opened the car door. "You're welcome. I'll let you go." He got out and waved before getting into his own car. He watched as she drove away and a cruel smile came onto his face. "This will be fun."