if we are so freeThen why are our minds not meant to be?

Vitani was doing whatever it was that she was, thus Braxton was rather bored sitting all by himself with the bodyguards and staff at the estate.
None of them were certainly good for conversation, and if he wanted to have a one-night stand with one of them, they were not to his liking; Meaning they either didn't please him enough or they were just boring and had no emotions to give.
Braxton could understand not wanting to pour emotions into meaningless sex, but it would be better if someone could at least show they were enjoying themselves.
Pfft, as if that would ever happen. Braxton was sitting in the kitchen before he grew annoyed, and flicked his empty glass across the island and onto the floor.
The loud shattering of the glass spooked a maid, and the sound of her shrieking caused Braxton's head to swing around in a snap motion. His amber eyes were sharp, and filled with annoyance.

Without a second thought, Braxton snapped the fingers of his left hand and pointed sharply at the mess that was beside him on the floor.
"Clean this up, you stupid broad."
He shouted in annoyance as he would remove himself from his seat, and brush roughly past the maid.
"Yes sir.. Sorry sir, I'll get it right away."
The poor frightened woman said as he would walk toward the phone and pick it up with great urgency.
"Ready the limo. I need to get out of here. So hurry up."
Not wanting to wait for a reply, he slammed the phone and would move with great haste to his quarters.
His personal butler was already present, changing out his sheets and fluffing his pillows.
Braxton threw his leather jacket off into his hamper and looked at his butler.
"Terrence; My red suit please. I'm going somewhere a little... Fancy, and I want all eyes on me."


Braxton announced to Terrence with a smirk on his face, as he stripped down to his underwear and slipped on a long pair of dress sock.
Terrence would waste no time in idle chatter; He knew how Braxton functioned, and how he liked things.
Within seconds, the butler would pull out the freshly pressed, and perfectly crisp, deep red suit that was accompanied with a white dress shirt, printed tie with a matching handkerchief.
Braxton dressed himself, while Terrence stood patiently with the suit coat carefully draped over his arm.
The trousers fit him perfectly, and his dress shirt highlighted his figure with great ease.
The tie was not super tight, same with the vest.
Braxton looked into his mirror and adjust his hair with a comb, and gave his reflection a classic smirk of approval
With no words needed, Braxton raised his arms and Terrence slipped the coat onto him.
Now, the ensemble was complete.

"Appreciate you as always Terrence, you handsome devil."
Braxton spoke soflty, as he would turn and give his butler a kiss on his neck. Some people would say this was strange, but Terrence was more than a butler at times for Braxton. That's all anyone knew about the two. Hell, most of the staff knew Braxton had more flings with the staff other than just Terrence.
But that was a story for another time; Braxton slipped on a pair of crisp, black slip on loafers that complimented his attire, and would walk through the halls with authority, and not to mention a swagger that no one could match.
He stepped outside after receiving a double door exit, and would see the limo driver, and the limo ready to go. Perfect.
The Brit would climb into the backseat as usual, and would adjust his jacket as he got comfortable
"To the Voodoo Room, please."
He said with a smooth, and calm voice as he would pour himself a little drink and sip it calmly as the limo took off.

Braxton looked out the window and watched the black blurs of trees, and dimly lit homes whirl past, as the limo driver took him to his destination.
It took awhile for them to arrive in the Northern part of Sacrosanct, but they had made it;
The fancy bar was no in front of him, and he couldn't wait to get in and see if what face he would meet.
Hopefully it wasn't Azrael, even though he did happen to enjoy their little banter exchange; A lot in fact.
"Park somewhere close, and keep your eyes open for me when I leave. I want to be able to go straight home with no waiting."
With no other words exchanged, Braxton smoothly exited the limo and the people on the sidewalk stopped and looked in his direction.
He moved with a great amount of swagger. He was seething with a great of amount of debonair.
This was just what he wanted; Everyone was looking at him.
And now, he was entering the Voodoo Room. He took in the scenery, decoration and the sounds of the bustling bar.
Braxton didn't want to look to see who all was staring at him, but he knew a few pairs of eyes were locked to him, and he would walk through towards the bar. He would sit down, and smirk at the mixologist.

"A White Russian, please."

Don't believe thy majesty,