Page 112 of Intoxication


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Drake

AN ABRUPT KNOCK ONthe door had Sia jerking back from me. “Sia.” I reached for her, but she hurried to the door, opened it, and shot out before I could follow.

“Please tell me, I didn’t imagine what I’ve just seen.” Tamara stepped inside, her eyes running over me in a quick appraisal.

I stared at her. “What?”

“Dammit, Drake, don’t play coy with me. You fucked her. It’s written all over your damn face.”

“Fuck,” I cursed more to ease the pain Sia’s words left behind.

“Yes, double fuck, brother dearest.”

I glanced at my sister, realizing I hadn’t corrected her yet. “Jesus, Tam. I didn’t fuck her,” I groaned. “Well, not today.”

Her mouth dropped open before it snapped shut, and she shook her head. “Christ, what were you thinking?”

“That’s the problem, Tam, I wasn’t. I can’t fucking think straight around that woman.”

“You’ve got a room full of guests, not to mention your son could’ve questioned his girlfriend’s disappearance.”

“Did he—”

“Fortunately for you, friends he hasn’t seen in a while pitched and took him for a quick spin. He asked me to let her know. God, Drake, what if Angela had seen you. You’ve got to stop whatever this is. Now.”

Sighing, I dropped into a chair. I had no idea what to expect when I left our guests to follow Sia, but almost fucking my future daughter in law on my father’s grand piano, wasn’t it? “I asked her to cheat on my son.”

“What?” the word wobbled past Tamara’s lips, full of disbelief. “As in one time, right?” I shook my head. “That’s it. I give up. It’s official.” She threw her hands in the air. “My usually cool as a cucumber brother has lost his fucking marbles,” she hissed out the last part.

I covered my face, rubbing my eyes until I could make sense of what I’d done. Exhaling on a frustrated moan, I looked up. Tamara’s eyes softened, her expression filled with sadness. “There was a time when she was close, and I was far, and now I’m close, and she’s far. But I can’t compromise her choices.”

“You already have.”

“What do you mean?” Even as I asked the question, I knew it was futile.

She neared me and squeezed my shoulder. “You’re forcing her into a corner, making her choose. Do you honestly think she’d want to marry him? It will break his heart if she turns him down. And do you honestly think you’d be able to stay away from her if they marry?”

“I’d have to try.”

“Well, I’d say you’re doing a heck of a job right now.” Her sarcasm wasn’t lost on me. She shook her head with a resigned sigh. “Tell Rayden.”

“What?”

“It’s clear you can’t stay away from her. So, do you plan on fucking her for the rest of your son’s married life?” Tamara’s bluntness was like a slap in my face.