One passionate night

Attraction

Sighing as I glanced at my wristwatch noticing I woke up close to late afternoon. Shane wasn’t going to be thrilled with me being late for his gig. I’ve already missed his first few and made a promise to attend this one.

Grabbing a mug from the cupboard and sent Shane a quick text assuring him that I am on my way when Jimmy entered the kitchen with her.

Thinking at first, she was just another one of his weekend flings who was running high on hormones but something stirred inside of me when I met her smouldering grey eyes.

Watching me from afar.

Almost as if she was challenging me like I was some kind of threat and waiting for my next move while teasing me with her luscious curves.

I saw her story unfold in front of me but the ghosts in her eyes pushed her emotions to a point where it was hard to understand her.

Why she decided to hang out with my brother had me a bit confused. She wasn’t really his type and with the uneasy look in her eyes, I could tell that she didn’t want to be here.

Jimmy always goes for the pretty but unobserved ones.

I got a completely different vibe from Camille.

Jimmy still had a lot of growing up to do and had to learn to find his own path. I saw right through his intentions and what he wanted from her. It almost saddened me that my younger brother turned out like this. Using girls to his advantage because he can and mistreat them in ways our father would be ashamed of.

Camille’s bike was still parked in the driveway when I returned home from the boys. Feeling a bit disappointed that my brother got his way with her. I entered the house throwing my keys on the stand next to the door but my hand paused when I found her asleep on the couch with no sign of my brother. He didn’t even have the dignity to hand her a blanket or a pillow.

I kicked off my shoes before passing the living room trying not to alert her or wake her up. I grabbed a blanket and covered her before heading up to my room.

My brother’s bedroom door open when I just reached my room. Expecting him, I turned my head but I was met by someone I started to hate so bad that it was slowly breaking me down.

A girl I once gave a chance because I really liked her. She was quite a beauty and it got in the way of seeing her true identity.

A beautiful heart is rare and I’ve learned it from the moment she got in bed with my brother while still dating me. Telling me it is a mistake and begged me to take her back but she is still going around banging him. In my house. Across from my room.

Giselle stared at me with those deep and dark eyes. Eyes I used to get lost in but now I know how empty they are. “Got to sleep, Giselle,” I muttered, turning my head and opening my door. Without looking at her, I shut my door and headed over to my bed.

I should hate my brother for what he has done and what he is still doing. Our father got in the way of that. He was a respective man and wouldn’t endure having his sons fighting over a girl. He will call it immature.

Grabbing my headset, slipped them on and shut my eyes drowning out the sound of my brother and Giselle.

The next morning, I didn’t even bother to glance at his room when I left mine. Walking past the living room and almost forgot about Camille who slept over.

I thought she was gone when I didn’t see her lying on the couch where I found her last night thinking she might have left early this morning but to my utter surprise, she was busy in the kitchen. Brewing a fresh pot of coffee and without helping myself. I let my eyes roam over the shape of her and take in the tattoos on her arms. Wondering if she had any more ink.

“Morning.” I greeted, walking up to the cupboard to take out a mug for me and her.

She didn’t even look startled. She just gave me a quick glance over her shoulder, muttering a morning making me want to smile at her sleepy voice.

“Not a morning person?” I asked, walking up to her and deciding to stand next to her putting some space between us remembering how she freaked out when I saw down next to her and even though she covered up well I still saw something flicker in those wild eyes of hers.

“Not at all.” She answered with a yawn.

“How was last night?” I only asked not in the mood for any awkward silence and it was an excuse to talk to her.

“Besides eating up all the snacks because your brother forgot to order food? Not as exciting as I thought it would be.” I hid my smile, liking her honesty. Not many girls can be honest and cover it up with sarcasm. Not Camille.

“There is still leftover pizza from yesterday’s lunch.” I offered, switching off the coffee maker when she accepted my offer.

She divided the leftover pieces and handed me half while she took the other half. “Why does Jimmy hate you so much?” Her open and straight question definitely took me by surprise.

“Why don’t you ask him?” I am the one who should hate him.

“I did and he told me that you kept stealing all of his girlfriends.” I shook my head in bemusement and gave her a smile to which she frowned.

That’s his sorry ass excuse to blame me for all his failed relationships.

“I didn’t steal any of his crushes or girlfriends. He was acting like a tool, making them feel uncomfortable and it made them run for the hills.” I answered truthfully.

She didn’t say anything further as she devoured her food. “What about you? Why are you hanging out with him?” I asked, placing a mug in front of her.

Curious to know if she had any romantic feelings for him. I didn’t sense anything between them last night.

She raised her shoulders. “I met him when I started working at the bar. We became friends even though he made it obvious that he wanted to be more than friends.” She replied.

“You have no intention of becoming more than friends?” I asked, feeling I should stay away from her especially since my brother has a crush on her but there was something in her that pulled me to her. Wanting to get to know her even if I will break my brother’s heart.

Maybe I am a selfish prick.

She shook her head and softly started to scratch her arm. “I feel like a tease whenever your brother and I are alone. Knowing he wants to date me and I keep rejecting him.”

“You are no tease,” I informed her wanting to reach across the counter to touch her face and maybe even stroke my fingers over his cheeks to feel her smooth, soft skin.

“My brother just has an unhealthy addiction and you are the drug he is addicted to. It will blow over soon.” She gave me a questioning look.

“This happens often?” She noted.

“More than you realize.” He doesn’t want to get in a serious relationship with her. His intention is to get into her pants and have his way with her.

It’s unfortunate that she doesn’t know she is only a game to him and nothing more. All the girls he brings over are unaware of his true intentions. His only plan is to hurt them using me as an excuse.

“My brother sees playing hard to get as a fantasy and the longer someone takes to show interest in him makes the game more interesting for him.” She arched an eyebrow.

“I thought that is your game.” Ah, so she has heard the false rumours. Interesting. I wondered if she believed them because she will be shocked when she learns the truth. Those rumours have nothing to do with me at all.

I leaned forward, easing down on my forearms so I was level with her and gazing into her guarded eyes. “I don’t play games. I get straight to the point really fast.”

My body hummed when I caught a glimpse of desire in her eyes.

I can see why my brother is hooked on her. She’s nothing like the girls he crushed on in the past. Camille wasn’t an easy fling or used her beauty to control men.

Hearing my brother’s voice and a female giggle I pushed myself upright, knowing that this was going to punch Camille in the gut. She is going to feel the same pain I felt when I walked in on them having s*x.

Jimmy has never revealed his true intentions to Camille and she saw him as a friend but he has lied to her from the beginning.

Giselle and Jimmy appeared from around the corner and walked over to the front door. Camille chose to look at me when she recognized Giselle, giving me a questioning look before glancing back over to them who didn’t even take notice of us watching them.

I looked away when he gave Giselle a kiss on the lips and promised to come over after his shift before shutting the door when she left.

His feet halted and his smile vanished when he caught Camille looking at him.

I’ve always wanted to say this. “Busted,” I muttered, only for me to hear and picked up my mug to hide my expression.