Chapter 99: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… House hunting!

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"Fuck!" Jean stared at Bradley for a moment. Then he opened his door, got out, and run to Yolanda. "You are an angel." He said as he picked her up and twirled her around to her delighted squeals. When he finally put her down, he kissed her on both cheeks and then ran back to the car amidst laughter from both a confused Yolanda and Bradley.

"Oh god, you're crazy." Bradley laughed as they sped off. "The poor woman looks confused."

"Of course anyone would be stunned if they're given notice on their divine status." Jean drawled.

"Huh?"

"I told her she's an angel." Jean grinned.

"Without an explanation."

"She didn't need one." Jean chuckled. "I didn't want her to know that at her son's age, she still has to tell the idiot what to do."

"Fuck you." Bradley gave a mock growl which ended in laughter.

The two men laughed heartily as they sped towards Saul's firm. Everything was going very well. They finally met Saul Miller, an elderly-looking bald black man, who was the managing partner of a large law firm. He was a very pleasant person who genuinely looked thrilled to meet Bradley. He took both men through all the documentation and made Bradley sign all that he needed to sign. He gave Bradley the copy of the letter from Reverend Jackson that was in his possession.

He then made Bradley know exactly what he was worth, which shocked Bradley to no end. He explained Bradley's rights and advised him to contact investment experts who would help him do the right investments to multiply his money. Bradley told Saul about his plan to purchase a house big enough to accommodate a live-in housekeeper.

"Hold on and let me get Martha," Saul said as he dialed a number on his phone. "Martha, come to my office, please. And bring your tablet." He hung up and relaxed into his seat. "Martha is the best. She will get everything sorted out."

"Great." Bradley nodded as the door to Saul's office opened after a soft knock. Martha was a petite blonde who looked to be in her mid-thirties.

"Have a seat, Martha." Saul waved her into a seat. "Meet Dr. Broody and Lt. Jeffery Jackson, son of Yolanda Jackson." The man said with so much pride Bradley had to stop his eyes from rolling. They both shook Martha's hand. "You're going to work your usual magic for them." He grinned. It was clear he had so much confidence in the lady.

"I'll do my very best, Sir." She smiled prettily as she got her tablet ready.

"Thank you, Martha." Bradley smiled. "So, I want a smart person who will perform typical domestic chores such as cooking, laundering, ironing, cleaning the house, grocery shopping, and anything that will help my mother. She's always loved plants so I want to get a gardener as well."

"Okay," Martha responded as she typed away on her tablet.

"I want whoever we get to see herself as a vital part of the family." Bradley went on. "So I'd love that person to move in with my mother at the same time. Then she can help her unpack and get the house ready."

"I will contact an online agency as soon as we're done," Martha said.

"Good. Please give my mother about three people to interview. I'll have a chat with whoever she settles on. Oh, and I'll like the person to be paid higher than the going rate, please."

"I'll see to that, Jeffery." Saul smiled.

"That's all for now. I don't want us to keep Elizabeth waiting." Bradley stood up.

"She just sent me this address for you." Saul quickly scribbled an address on a sheet and gave it to Bradley.

"This is a different address," Bradley commented, looking at the sheet.

"I explained to her that you said you prefer a fully furnished house so she had to quickly make some changes," Saul explained.

"Good. I'll still want someone to take a look at whatever house we pick and make a list of what would be needed in there." Bradley said. "Knowing my mother, she'll insist she doesn't need anything. So I want a professional to make recommendations and purchase whatever needs to be purchased. Anything to make my mother very comfortable."

"Noted, Lt. Jackson." Martha typed away on her tablet.

"Thank you. Oh, and can you please get my mother a laptop, Martha?" Bradley asked.

"No," Jean said. "I promised to get it for her so..." He shrugged.

Bradley smiled. "Forget about the laptop, Martha," Bradley said. He had to make a conscious effort not to grab his boyfriend and kiss him right there in front of Saul and Martha. "I hope we can get a lovely house this afternoon," Bradley said as he and Jean left Saul's posh office. "I will keep you posted so that you can start work on the payment and documentation immediately."

"I'll be waiting." Saul gave both men firm handshakes. "Good to meet you, Jean."

"Likewise, Saul," Jean responded with a grin.

"And welcome back, Jeffery." The lawyer beamed. "I'm happy you came." He said softly.

"Thanks for looking out for her, Saul. I appreciate it. We'll be in touch."

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The first house they saw was beautiful. But the second was absolutely perfect. It was a five-bedroom house. It had two master bedrooms, one upstairs and one downstairs. There was a study upstairs, a big family area, and an equally big, living area. The furniture and décor were just classy. And the well-executed landscaping design with its colourful flower garden was just beautiful. Bradley loved the fact that there was a seamless view of the landscape from inside the house, through the glass sliding panels. The house was a perfect place for anyone who loved nature. Elizabeth saw the glint in Bradley's eyes and started laughing softly.

"I'll call Saul." She said as she grabbed her phone and briefcase and went outside.

"I love that there's a swimming pool," Jean murmured. "Your mother will enjoy it."

"We will too, whenever we come to visit." Bradley drawled, drawing Jean into his arms. "Which of the two master bedrooms will be ours?" Bradley murmured, nuzzling Jean's neck.

"Depends on which one your mother would prefer." Jean moaned when Bradley began to suck on his earlobe. "You're playing with fire, baby."

"Hmmm..." Bradley licked the outer shell of Jean's ear as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. "How about I call her and find out which one she prefers?" He whispered into Jean's ear as he pushed him back against a wall and began to unbutton his Jeans. "So that we can christen our room..."

"Oh, fuck Brad..." The back of Jean's head hit the wall with a thud when Bradley pulled out his cock and squeezed. "Elizabeth..."

"Is sitting in her car, understandably creaming her panties over her commission." Bradley stroked Jean as he waited for his mother to pick up.

"Come here," Jean growled as he reversed their positions so that Bradley's back was against the wall. In a fluid motion, he dropped onto one knee before Bradley and quickly unzipped his cargo pants. When that hard, dripping length with its pinkish-brown head popped out, Jean moaned. "Beautiful." He closed his warm mouth around the wet head and sucked.

"Shit..." Bradley breathed as his free hand slipped into Jean's hair. "Your mouth feels divine, baby." He moaned as Jean sucked on him like a baby at its mother's tit. "Ahh..." Bradley’s breath hitched in his throat when he heard his mother's cheerful hello on the other end. “Ma…” He croaked.

"How's everything going, hon?" Yolanda sounded busy but happy.

"Everything is perfect, Ma." Bradley struggled to keep his voice steady. "We got a place I know you're going to love."

"Great."

"There are two master bedrooms...fuck." He gasped when Jean took his balls into his mouth.

"Are you okay, son?"

"Yes. Yes...I'm okay." Bradley tried to push Jean's head away but he wouldn't leave him alone. "Which would you prefer, Ma? The master bedroom upstairs or the one downstairs?"

"I'd really love to stay downstairs because my legs..."

"Thanks, Ma." Bradley cut the line and pulled Jean up. Then he slammed his mouth on Jean's for a quick heart-racing kiss. "What the fuck..." Bradley growled when he broke off the kiss. "Did you want my mother to... Come on, we're upstairs." Bradley all but run for the stairs.

"Right behind you." Jean grinned as he watched Bradley go.

Jean grabbed the box of tissues on the dining table, getting a peek through the window in the process. He could see Elizabeth sitting in her car, excitedly throwing her hands about like a motivational speaker as she spoke on her cell phone and looked at the papers in her lap. With a chuckle, Jean started after his boyfriend. The redhead didn't look like she was going to finish whatever she was doing anytime soon, Jean thought as he took out his wallet and pulled out a sachet of lube. He was completely slicked up by the time he got to the room where he knew Bradley was waiting.

"Damn." Jean breathed at the sight that met him when he entered the room.

Bradley was on his knees on the bed, with the side of his face resting against the sheets. His pants were around his ankles, thanks to his boots. They clearly didn't have the luxury of getting out of their boots. But what it also meant was that Bradley wasn't going to be able to open his legs much so it was going to be a really tight fuck. What blew Jean's mind, however, was that perfect arch. Just that sexy sight almost made him blow his load.