“Liam and I had sex,” I blurt out.
The room is met with instant silence. My eyes shift from Isabella to Elvis and then the two of them look at one another before turning their attention back on me.
“Well, it’s about fucking time you two got your shit together,” she finally says.
“Huh?” I reply, surprised by her remark.
“The way you two have been flirting with one another, please, it’s sickening,” she continues.
“And it was bluntly obviously at my wedding that the two of you were eye fucking one another the entire day.”
Okay, so he makes a compelling argument. But I mean how could I not? Liam was all sexed up dressed in a navy-blue suit and black tie with pointed toe shoes. All I kept thinking about the entire day was how delicious he looked and what itwould be like to suck his dick. But in reality, I knew that could never happen … well, at least not until now.
“Has it been that obvious?” I ask.
Isabella glares at me with a ‘Are you serious?’ look.
“I’m just surprised it took the two of you this long to figure out that you wanted each other. Especially knowing that my brother can’t keep his dick in his pants.”
“So you’re okay with this?” I ask, looking at Elvis.
“I don’t get why that’s relevant, Dylan. What difference does it make to me?”
“He’s your brother-in-law and my boss.”
“And that’s what makes it so fucking sexy. These are the kind of romances I only ever read about in books. What I don’t understand is, why do you think you need our approval? You’re an adult and you can make your own decisions.”
“I just didn’t want things to get weird or awkward whenever we were at family gatherings, an event, or somewhere else we may see each other in public. I mean, Liam has a high-profile job and lifestyle.”
“Let me tell you something, Dylan. When I met Dean I didn’t know he was a billionaire or anything about his family fortune. In fact, it wasn’t until well into our relationship before he told me everything.”
“He didn’t?” I inquire.
“No. When he first introduced me to his parents, he told them to keep everything low-profile and not splash the cash. I don’t think it was about trust, I believe it was because he didn’t want me to feel uncomfortable at his lavish lifestyle, which I wouldn’t have been anyway. Dylan, we’re your family, Isabella and me, and we know what you’ve been through. And I think Ican safely speak for Liam when I say this, he doesn’t give a shit about the money. Dean told me the same thing, he said what good is it to have all this money if you have no one to share it with? Money doesn’t always make people happy.”
“That’s exactly what Liam said,” I reply.
“So then what’s the problem?” Isabella asks.
I get to my feet and slide my hands into my pockets as I walk over to the window and stare outside. I love that I can open up and speak freely with my brother and sister, they make it so easy for me to just let everything out and they never judge my choices.
“What’s going through that brain of yours, Dylan?” I hear Isabella ask.
“Liam has asked me to spend Christmas with him on a private remote island.”
“And what’s the problem?” Elvis asks.
“I don’t know, I just feel like … it’s all a bit much, you know?”
“Did he pressure you?” my sister asks.
“No, not at all. It was actually quite a surprise, he took me completely off guard. He said that he just wanted to spend Christmas with me, alone. Just the two of us.”
“Sounds pretty romantic if you ask me,” she says.
“Yeah, I guess so, it’s just … I don’t know. I can’t help but shake this feeling.”
“What feeling?” Elvis asks.
