“Hey,” Max's husky voice pulls me from the deepest corner in my mind. I give him a small reassuring smile as he steps out of the bathroom already dressed for tonight's activity. I could still feel the slight tension between us. He’s upset and rightfully so. We talked about marriage, and I don’t know. I’m just not ready, like he is. He wants the white picket fence, the kids, and the wife. And I …. Well, I don’t know what I want. I feel his arms wrap around me. His warmth envelops me along with the smell of his soap. Linen and cedar. “You okay?” He asks softly against the crook of my neck.
I nod. “I am.”
Our eyes clash in the mirror. I can see the defeat in his eyes. He knows that I’m lying or at least hiding something, but he doesn’t pry. He never does. Maybe this is why our relationship has lasted this long, because I don’t divulge, and he doesn’t pry.
Max pulls away first, gently squeezing my shoulder before turning away. “Gotta finish getting ready for tonight.”
“I’m almost ready. I was actually texting Lex about being on time. I don’t want to be out all night.”
Max stops, glancing over his shoulder. “Is she bringing that brute?”
I let out a small chuckle, my eyes crinkling at the face Max makes. “Of course she is. He’s my–” He cuts me off with a shake of his head, “he’s an asshole. And I don’t know what Alexa sees in a grown man that can’t commit to her.”
My heart sinks at his words. Is it selfish of me to be happy with the idea of Isaac not committing to anyone? I know it’s wrong, but if I couldn’t have him, the idea of someone else just felt wrong. “Maybe they are just not into commitment.”
He stops taking in my words, and my blood runs cold, noticing my mistake. “How about you, Veronica, do you want that kind of commitment?”
I bite my lip nervously, shifting my gaze, unable to look at him as the guilt slowly consumes me. Inch by inch. Leaving no part of me untouched. “I’m already committed. Aren’t I?”
His jaw tightens as he scoffs bitterly, “Sure thing.”
I swallow hard, forcing the lump down my throat. My heart ricochets inside my chest. I feel hot and sweaty, and before I can say another thing, he storms out of the room without saying another word. I stare at the back of the white door for a while, debating if I should go to him and apologize. I don’t know what I’m doing. Should I marry him? With this promotion, I can work remotely from anywhere as long as I travel back for our monthly meeting. It will be easier to say yes and tell him to accept his new offer. My chest tightens at the thought, sparks of pain shooting through me. Why can’t I love him the way he deserves? Why, after all this, do I still hesitate? He worked so hard for it, but I just can’t. The words won't come out.
A loud buzz grabs my attention. Taking a deep breath in, I try to steady my racing pulse before looking down at the screen for a message from my coworker.
Julio:
Hi Bonita, we are heading to the bar now. See u soon !
I grab my phone and type back.
Me:
See u soon !
Chapter Twelve
Isaac
You know how the saying goes. If you can’t have what your heart wants, fuck someone else while you stare at them from inside my car. I chuckle internally. Of course, no one actually says that, but it’s the only excuse I can conjure to make what I’m doing seem somewhat less assholish. “Be quiet and keep going. She’s not looking.”
I’m lying.
Ronnieislooking our way with her big, steel-gray eyes, fixated right at me as her best friend sucks my cock in the passenger seat of my car. Obviously, she can’t see what we’re doing, but she knows I’m here. She’s always had a sixth sense when it comes to me.
Is it wrong to check out Ronnie while Alexa sucks me off?Absolutely. Is it going to stop me?Probably not.This is the only way to ease the ache and longing inside of me. She placed me in this role, and I play the part. The role of the jerk step brother. Sadly for me, loving her has become a life sentence, and my heart is the prison that holds it. I didn’t give her the nickname Trouble for nothing. She’s been a real pain in the ass to shake out of my heart. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she would be trouble. I love our banter and the never-ending game of cat and mouse we’ve had since we were kids.
Even though life gave us a big fuck you by making our parents fall in love, get married, and have a kid, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s mine and I’m hers. And that’s a fact that will never fucking change.
I lean back in my leather seat, taking another hit from my joint as Alexa continues to pleasure me with her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the crown before she takes me deeper, making me hiss with pleasure. I thrust up towards her throat, encouraging her to take me even deeper while my eyes remain fixed on Ronnie. Even with Max standing beside her, my girl still searched for me, waiting for me to appear.
A true horror story.
Sometimes I wish I could turn off my heart and stop loving her. But how could I when I’ve been in love with her since second grade? From the moment she walked into that sandbox, wearing that pretty dress with sunflowers, and sharing her popsicle with me. I knew she was the one for me.
In a perfect world, I would probably be married to her instead of single at 28, getting my cock sucked by my situationship. I close my eyes and try to focus on Alexa, but my mind keeps drifting back to the past, back to Ronnie. No matter how much I try to run, the memories hold me tight; the distraction of Alexa’s touch isn’t working tonight, and I fucking hate it. Every time I look into Alexa’s icy orbs, all I see is resignation, knowing she is always second to Veronica. Still, she holds on, hoping I will change my mind one day, but deep down, she knows it will never happen. My fingers dig into her scalp, jealousy clouding my vision as Max peppers kisses on Ronnie’s jaw. I pump harder into Alexa’s mouth, my balls draw tight, my skin tingles, and warmth spreads through my core. Needing to fuck away the tears that prick in my eyes, the gnawing pain that continues to swallow me whole.
Alexa chokes and gasps as my hold on her relaxes, and she pulls away, sitting up straight. Her eyes follow mine and land on the object of my obsession.
