Unleashing My Boyfriend's Brother Desires

Confused

Silence settles between us and with each passing moment I feel that tension grows ticker as well. I don’t have time to add more distance between us when he steps closer. Alexander’s had comes up and he takes hold of my chin, forcing me to look up at him and meet his gaze again. For a split moment, he is scanning my face again, disgusts mirroring my shame, before his gaze meets mine.

I wished i’d knew him better so that I could tell what he was thinking right now…

“Did he reach you, Selena? Did you give him the chance to apologize?” He asks, his voice rough, his teeth gritted, his jaw tensed.

I wondered what would have changed if I did…

I shake my head lightly and I’m not too sure if the way his shoulders slouch are because of utter disappointment or another burden that had been added to the baggage he was already carrying.

“Do you intend to give him-“

“I think there is enough time to chat about legal formalities once we are certain she is not suffering from a concussion.” Aaron’s voice breaks through the silence of the house and interrupts Alexander.

Alexander’s eyes do not trail away from me, or does his attention. Cold and distant, they remains fixed on my face and I wished he’d let go of me and spare me the effort of tearing away from him.

His lips press in a thin line and I am more than certain he is already churning over his questions.

I can feel the way his thumb slides under my lower lip and for a fraction of a second he seems distracted by something. His eyes move over my face and a cold shiver rushes through my body, making me tense when I realise he was taking in the damage once more.

With the last of my strength, I pull away from him, allowing my arms to wrap around me and before I can step away, another touch guides me to walk back to the sofa and sit down.

Aaron’s hand is warm and gentle. It bares no weight of an aching heart, of a troubled mind. It was exactly the touch of a good medic, one that sought to heal and mend wounds and I wished that I could relax.

I couldn’t remember the last time someone touched me without greed, without the will to posses me or use me, without the wish to hit or hurt me-

I sit down and Aaron pulls a small stool right in front of me and before he could ask for my undivided attention, I look back towards Alexander.

From afar, he looked strikingly similar to his brother, that my poor heart almost skips a beat. The same height, the same ridiculously good quality clothes and fashion sense, the same aura of power and control…

His attention was still all mine and when our eyes meet, he seems to stiffen a little and snap right out of his own thoughts. If it were not for the distance between us, I might have noticed the struggle in his eyes, or the way he swallows harshly, most likely bile and poisoned thoughts, or the way his eyes darken with the need of justice…

But I didn’t see any of those. Instead, I saw him put down the empty liquor glass and march away, leaving me alone with Aaron.

“Do you want to tell me exactly what happened? Do you think anything is broken?” Aaron speaks and to my ears, his words sound muffled and distant.

A wave of nausea rapidly swallows everything else and I fight the urge of throwing up right in the man’s lap.

Color drains from my face and I’m not sure if I was supposed to be happy or not that Aaron notices right away. Darkness creeps in and my body feels a little too tired. I can’t hold myself upright anymore…

…

I wake up alone from what feels like a terribly long and uncomfortable nap and right as my eyes open, my stomach twists and turns and my mouth fills with bile.

With newfound strength, I push myself up, ignoring the dizziness that makes everything around me spin and muffles the beeping sound of the vital monitoring screen. When the fuzziness clears out, I understand I am not in some sterile hospital room, but in my own bedroom. I was not surrounded by the stench of death, but my favorite peach blossoms and plums room perfume.

And to my horror, I was not as alone as I had expected to be.

In the corner of the room, a figure lurks… or actually, sleeps. An intruder!

No…

Aaron…

The man was asleep, with his head supported by his hand, on the not so comfortable shell chair from the corner of the room, right in front of my vanity.

Destiny has it that he does not wake up when I disconnect the monitor and walk away from the room that right now feels a little too crowded for my liking.

My mouth feels dry and despite the weight in my legs, I steadily make my way to the kitchen, but on the way there, I notice the door of my workshop is open.

I’d call it inspiration- the call that makes me change my course, but most certainly it was not. Max liked hanging out in my workshop. He liked admiring my supplies, rarely enjoying what I did with them. He liked watching me paint and he’d sit hours, in silence, looking from afar, and right now, I hoped he was there. Admiring my new brush sets-

As I push the door, it lets out a creepy squeak that infiltrates into the very marrow of my bones and makes the hair o the back of my nape stand up.

The room appears to be empty, and I linger a second more in the door frame.

“Weren’t you supposed to be in bed?” A hoarse, almost scratchy voice breaks the spell nearly painfully.

I had hoped that everything up until now was nothing but a bad dream, but when I turn around and instead of my fiancee, I am facing his brother, I know it was all real.

Alexander seems exhausted. His eyes are laced with sleep and his hair is disheveled. His sleeves are rolled up and I was more than certain that up until now, he had done nothing else but speak with his family's lawyers about potential lawsuits I could open against the Callahan family.

I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, so I close it again and dare look away, back towards my workshop. Has he been inside? I step out of the door frame and close the door slowly, as Alexander brushes a had over his face, trying to push away his tiredness. He lets out a gruff sigh and I feel like I was being scolded.

The tip of my ears redden and I feel like I am on the verge of tears. I don't dare look at him again, so I just walk past him, towards the kitchen.

Despite my expectations, the man follows behind me, more or less dragging his feet on the cold floor.

"You've been asleep for less than three hours-" he grunts and I wish he'd give up on pretending he actually cares for my well being rather than the status and image of his family.

I pour myself a glass of water while he leans against the door frame with his arms crossed on his chest. I could feel his eyes bore a hole in my back. It somehow felt as if he was trying to make sure I didn't do anything without his knowledge...

"I won't sue Max." I blurt out, more than certain I wouldn't have the chance even if I wanted to.

A pause follows, as I greedily drink from my glass, avoiding making eye contact. I could see his reflection in the window, but I could not distinguish his expression...

"Pardon me?" Alexander eventually speaks.

A cold shiver creeps up my spine, settling somewhere at the base of my skull before I turn around and mirror his stance, leaning against the counter top of the kitchen isle.

I am not sure if Alexander is stunned or he was pleased. If he was angry with the way I had just blurted out something or if he was relieved that I wasn't going to cause troubles for him.

"I don't want anything." I shrug, anger slithering its way up into my heart, tangling alongside the shame and guilt. "I don't own the house. I don't own the workshop. I don't own the car... They are all Callahan's possessions. I don't want any of those as long as I am allowed to-"

"What are you talking about?"