if we are so freeThen why are our minds not meant to be?"Braxton where ever are you going this time? Did you find someone of interest? You know you can bring them home?"
The ever so inquisitive nature of Vitani, rattling the cage of Braxton who was dressing himself in deep blue t-shirt and his ever so classic, black leather jacket that was paired with grey jeans and black shoes.
He rolled his eyes at how she was acting, but Braxton knew she was doing most of this on purpose... As usual.
"Oh but that ensemble you're wearing. Makes you look so good, Braxton darling-"
"Vitani, my lady... Listen please..."
He said as calmly as he could, after he would finish tying his shoes, and adjusting his jacket. He spun around and say the lovely blonde woman in his doorway, wearing a comfortable looking dress that was creme colored.
"Everytime I go out, it does not mean I've got a nice, delectable person to meet. I appreciate that you're trying to get me to bring someone home, but realize that sometimes... You drive me up the wall."
Vitani had a smirk across her lips, and a soft chuckle escaped her lungs; Braxton knew he had fallen for it. She wanted him to get fired up, as usual... Braxton did wonder why he did this to himself at times.
"Careful dear, you'll get wrinkles when you get that mad."
She retorted as coy as ever, and Braxton would simply roll his eyes at her.
"Go have fun with whoever, or wherever you go. I'll be here... Doing my normal things."
Braxton knew what that meant, and he didn't want to think another second, as he would make his way out of the mansion and to a car in the parking lot.
He wasn't about to take a limo, he just wanted some peace and quiet to himself on the open road for the time being.
"You know... A trip to the beach sounds bloody amazing."
Braxton said to himself, as he started up the Black Mustang and took off down the road at a reasonable speed. He didn't want to alarm the whole neighborhood with the roar of the powerful motor.
The glow from the bright sunset gave Braxton's dark locks, a rather nice tint to them, and he would just focus on the road, and the peace.
Braxton didn't have a rhyme or reason for wanting to go to the beach, he just wanted to; Maybe it would help remind him of those times in England as a young boy: Playing in the soft sounds and rushing into the waves of ocean water.
The smell of the air too was enough to make him smile, as he found he had arrived at the beach. And he was not disappointed, at all. Especially with how the sun was dipping down into the waters, and casting its glow upon the surface.
He sat in his car with the motor off, and just stared with the window rolled down, so he could rest his arm freely, and smell the ocean air.
"This, is just what I wanted."
Braxton
Don't believe thy majesty,