My Billionaire Step-Brothers Obsession

Chapter 2

Alex.

I walked dejectedly to Kara's house. She was the only person that would make me happy after all I had been through that day.

I can't afford to face my aunty now, not after telling her that I was going to do my best to get the job. She would be so sad, and it would all be my fault.

Talking with Kara and spending the night at her place would make me forget my worries. At least for tonight.

I might as well spend a few days with her, I thought.

Even though I lived with my aunty outside of town, I sometimes spent time with Kara to enable me to save on the cost of transportation. And I in turn do my best to support her with bills and other necessities.

I finally got to her front door and knocked, but received no answer. I knocked for a while but received no answer, and then I realized that she was probably too weak to get up to open the door, so I used the spare key in my bag.

I pushed the key into the hole and unlocked the door. I pushed it open and was met with silence. I walked further into the house and started hearing sounds coming from Kara's room.

I moved closer to try to figure out what it was, and I could make out Kara's voice and another voice that sounded like Bryan's voice, and they were moaning very loudly.

I didn't want to be a party pooper, but I had to confirm what I was hearing. My heart had already skipped a beat at the thought that it might be my boyfriend, in there with my best friend.

I burst the door open, and to my surprise, there they were on the bed, fully naked with Bryan lying on the bed, his hands squeezing Kara's ass who was on top of him, riding him and moaning wantonly.

I stood there frozen. My heart pounding loudly against my chest. They were so immersed in what they were doing, that they didn't even hear all the noise that I had been making since I entered the apartment.

That was why Kara hadn't told me about her sickness excuse, so I wouldn't come looking for her at home.

Bryan's eyes happened to wander to the door, where he caught mine, and he hissed and pushed Kara off of him.

Kara was about to ask him why he had pushed her off when she followed his eyes and saw me still standing there.

"Alex…" she muttered.

They both rushed to put on their clothes my hand slipped from the door handle as I walked away, moving to the living room.

I was practically shaking as I would never have believed that the two people who meant the world to me would betray me in such a way.

When they were decent, they came out to meet me. My chest was hurting badly. It was really hard for me to breathe, as tears started rolling down my eyes.

It was the last straw for the day.

I had gone through a lot in just one day and the two people that I thought I could trust and fall back on just had to betray me, especially on a day like this one.

"Alex, please let me explain. It's not what you think," Kara started.

"How exactly is it not what I think, Kara? Please explain to me how," I asked. "You've been having s*x with my boyfriend for God knows how long, and you dare tell me that it isn't what I think!" I screamed, and Kara flinched.

"Hey, don't shout at her that way," Bryan defended Kara and my eyes widened in disbelief.

"Look at you, defending her. Aren't you proud of yourself? I just caught you both cheating on me, and the best you can do is defend her before me?" I snarled at him.

" I don't know what else it is that you want from me, Alex. I tried my best for our relationship, but it just wasn't working out. You always have one excuse or the other for not hanging out with me. It's either you are helping your aunty in her coffee shop or job hunting, for crying out loud we barely see each other!" he retorted.

"Is that your excuse?" I asked as more tears spilled from my eyes. "You dare to cheat on me, and that is your excuse?"

"Yes, that's my excuse. Compared to you, Kara gives me all the care and attention that I need. She doesn't complain all day about how her life isn't working out, or about how she has to work all day. All you do is complain!"

"Well, thank you, Kara, for being such a good friend and taking care of my boyfriend on my behalf, since that's what friends do." I spat at her, and she tried to say something, but I didn't let her.

"Thank you both, I appreciate all your help," I said, and picked up my things, making sure to drop her house key.

"I don't ever want to see the two of you, ever," I said and slammed the door behind me.

I made sure to put some distance between myself and Kara's house before finally breaking down. I cried as it felt like everyone in my life just entered into it to betray or leave me in the end.

My life wasn't going well at all, no matter how I looked at it. Every side I turned to just ended up crumbling right before my eyes.

As I sat on the floor, I thought about how I didn't want to cry anymore, so I picked myself up and looked for a bar where I could drink my sorrows away.

Luckily I had a few cash I could spare.

I finally found one. It wasn't a shabby one, but it didn't look too expensive, so I went in.

When I got inside, I ordered a glass of beer, I would have loved a wine or cocktail, but that would be expensive.

I started drinking hoping that it would make me happy, and forget all about what had happened that day, but that didn't happen at all.

I was soon done with the first glass and I ordered another.

Memories of the day's events came flashing back in my mind, from getting late to the job interview, to my mother's annoying phone call, to being sexually harassed and being fired from my place of work and lastly, the worst of all, finding out my best friend was sleeping with my boyfriend.

How worse can a day get?

I laughed as I continued drowning myself in my misery. Being that I wasn't much of a heavy drinker, the beer was already taking its toll on me.

I heard the seat beside me move, and I looked to the side to see a not bad-looking stranger, take the seat beside me.

"Hi, I wonder what is bothering you to be drinking this much and all alone," he said, smiling at me.

Wow, I thought.

He looked charming. He had a nice set of teeth, and his smile was alluring.

"Well, I haven't had enough, that's for sure," I laughed tipsily.

"Do you mind if I buy you some more, then?" He asked and I shuddered my shoulders as I answered him.

"Not at all," I said and placed my hand under my chin on the counter, watching him order drinks for me.

I took that time to properly check him out, he was tall, broad-shouldered, with strong arms that clearly say he works out a lot. Full kissable lips and mesmerizing blue eyes that remind you of the beauty of the ocean.

When the drinks were done, they were placed in front of me, but I didn't notice because I was too busy staring at his really cute face and imagining how nice it would be to f**k him.

Yeah, I know it's nasty to think of a thing of such an adventure, especially with the person I just met, but honestly, I didn't care at that moment.

"Your drink," he gestured to glasses on the table, and I snapped out of my trance.

I noticed that the drinks were served in little glasses this time, which suggested that they were probably expensive drinks or something.

I took my glass and, downed it all, without stopping. And finally let out a big burp when I was done.

“Wow, It seems something is bothering and you are taking out your anger on these innocent drinks. Do you mind sharing what it is?" He asked, copying my former pose.

"Well, if it was just something, then I wouldn't be like this," I sighed.

"Would you like to tell me about it?" he asked calmly.

There was something about the way he spoke to me, it was calming, and to be honest it made me want to completely open up to him. But, knowing that talking about it would make me cry, I refused.

"No, not really. I'm here to get my mind off it, so talking about it won't help. Even these drinks aren't helping like I thought they would," I said, subconsciously dimming my eyes sexily at him.

“Is there anything I can do to help, I mean since the drinking isn't helping much,” he said picking up his glass and emptying its contents in his mouth in one gulp.

His voice was low and seductive, and when he slowly lifted his eyes to stare into mine, I could tell that I was about to lose all my moral upbringing.

“And how do you think you can help me?” I asked with a sly smile while rolling my eyes.

He looked at me and a devilish smile lighted up his face. He leaned close to me to whisper his next set of words.

“If you can think it, say it, I will make it happen, even better than your imagination,” he said softly, his warm breath caressing my neckline.

He after which returned to his previous sitting position.

I smiled slyly at him, knowing what he was talking about. I tried talking sense into my head about not falling for the handsome devil in front of me, but he looked and sounded like a good f**k. So I fell.

"I think I know what I want, but what is the guarantee that you are not a serial killer," I said flirtatiously.

“I guess you will never find out if you don't follow your heart?” he said with a sexy smile.