XAVIER'S POV
I sat unbothered on the couch staring at the screen of my cell phone. I wasn't sure what exactly Emily was asking her mum but I could hear my name. I didn't want to get involved in extra responsibilities, Emily already had me worrying about her enough.
I uncrossed my leg on the couch and walked over to the kitchen where her mum stood. Their voices became louder and soon, I got the point.
Emily wanted to go to Nigel's party alone.
Was she alright? She had no idea what that motherfucker was capable of when it came to minors like her. Especially the naive ones that just want to make their stepbrother jealous.
"Mom I said I'll be fine. I don't need Xavier around me all hours of the day. Mom, I'm not a kid."
"You are sixteen Emily sweetie."
"Sixteen isn't six or twelve mom," She replied in a huffy manner.
I stood there leaning against the cream-painted wall. It was high time the wall paint got changed but that wasn't my problem. My problem was why Emily wouldn't stop being a stubborn kitten and let me go with her. I couldn't help but wonder why she didn't want me.
Was she planning on making out with Devin? That fucking asshole. My skin twitched and my blood repulsed at the thought of Devin tracing his hands on her skin.
"It's final Emily. Xavier must go with you if you have to go."
mother turned back to filling the jar with homemade juice.
"Mom, please? Can you stop treating me like a child? I don't want him with me." Emily whined.
How sweet!
Clearing my throat noisily didn't help so I decided to say something .
"Can I have some of that? I asked acting oblivious of the conversation I walked into.
"Sure," mom smiled and poured some into the glass.
She handed the almost filled glass to me and I thanked her. Emily's phone buzzed in her bag and she brought it out.
"Mom can I go alone?" she asked for the hundredth time but Mom was keen on not letting her go.
"I said no."
"What's going on here?" My dad asked at that moment.
"It's Emily," her mother started. She wants to attend some party but she's arguing with me about who takes her to the party."
What a shame? When her favorite person has this disapproving look on his face as he shook his head. His gaze homed on Emily for a while before it shifted into a wide grin.
"That shouldn't be a problem, I can take them."
Hell no way!
I turned to Emily who in turn was staring at me like we both didn't just heard the same thing. She cleaned her sweaty palms on her body as she clumsily wiggled her fingers through her hair.
"Dad? Oh no, Xavier is taking me already. Right Xavier?" she asked giving me a puppy eye.
I hate that look and the effect it had on me. Damn Emily! I want to kiss your lips till it's swollen .
"Right," I said wearing a fake smile.
Now see who is desperate to have me by her side. If we had much time, I won't have let her beg me more till I reluctantlyy agree but who knows if she would want the old man to follow her instead?
"Uh, we should leave already. Nigel is outside. He texted me a while ago." Emily said as she wiggled her fingers through her hair.
Was she being serious right now? I haven't even finished my juice and I wasn't dressed. My eyes caught her clothes, she was in a red bodycon gown with an open back. She fucking needs a bodyguard with that clothes.
I can't let her walk pass with that curvy assof hers and is her cleavage showing? Oh shit, I can feel my dick raising already!
Changing into a white T-shirt, and black trousers and wore a jean jacket over it. I am not much of a dress, especially when I have to just be her body guard to protect that ass I am wat as we walked out the front doo.
When we got to where Nigel was waiting, Emily leaned over to greet him but flinched almost immediately. I moved closer and realized he was drunk.
"Really?" I huffed.
This was the guy she wanted to drive her down to the party, he could get them killed before they arrived at the party. Kids are so wasted these days! Fvcking genz!
"Get back," I ordered and grabbed his keys from him.
I wasn't expecting him to just stay cool because I feel like punching his nose but you know I can't just punch him for no reason.
"Th..an..ks buddy," he hiccupped and lowered himself in the passenger seat.
A missed punch!
Emily opened the door and sat behind, rolling her eyes most of the time. She didn't want me ruining her happy moments but I couldn't help it; I mean thos jerk came to pick her up drunk. If I am not mistaking, I am sure they would be dead before their ghost make it to the party.
We got inside the building and swayed our bodies in. The music was loud enough, with red and blue strobe lights.
"Stay where I can see you," I instructed Emily. "Don't do anything funny."
That's the brother indeed.
My cupcake Emily looked at me in a wry manner before someone grabbed her hands inviting her to their table to get a drink.
"Come on, I've got some friends I want to introduce you to."
Did Emily have any friends? I am vouch she is a loney bullied girl who had no one except me! Now I beginning to feel like something is off with this party.
A smile formed on her lips and she walked behind the blonde girl. Unlike the blonde, Emily didn't wear anything revealing sensitive parts. I wouldn't even let her cross the door if she did and the funny thing is her mom would be grateful I'm being a protective brother when in reality, I was jealous of anyone coming in contact with her.
I turned my gaze to the corner where she walked and saw Nigel with some girls. A red-headed girl alongside a brunette. They were chatting and drinking when Emily joined them. He gestured a glass of wine to her but she rejected it. Good thing she knows when to say no.
After a few trials, he drank from the cup and offered it to her. Emily took a glass and took a sip from the glass.
What point was he trying to make? Asshole.
I needed to relax and not overreact. If I ruin her night, she would never let me go with her again. As much as it was tasking to do, I enjoyed watching her do her things.
I looked around again, surveying for any perceived danger. When the whole place looked safe, I walked to the barman and ordered a glass of whiskey.
Maybe a harbor because he looked barely 18.
I could feel some girls checking me out by my sides but I wasn't really interested in flirting with any of them.
"Hey, handsome. Want to dance?" one of the girls asked.
"No."
"Here," The barboy called and handed me a glass of distilled whiskey.
I tossed some change into his hands and gulped the glass.
"Why not? We can play too if you want." She came closer, touching my shoulder.
Ewwwwww!
"Get your hands off me."
"Easy man," she grimaced and left.
I wasn't in the mood to play, I needed to look out for my baby sister. Frankly, I wish we were not related. I would have make her love, make herself reasons why she should be mine because I will do a lot of bad things with her. Her sexy lips would finally see usefulness in sucking my hard divk and I am sure she will love it too.
'Damn it, I am going crazy!'
The music became louder and people kept dancing some rocking. I walked back to the direction Emily originally sat but I couldn't sight her, I looked at the other seats and Nigel wasn't there either. My blood boiled as I thought of possible scenarios that could be happening.
Did he drug her?
Was he kissing her already or was he about to fvck her?
Shit!
"Fvck it," I breathed heavily and folded my hands in a fist.
I blamed myself for trusting Emily to take care of herself. I just gave her breathing space and look what it caused. I searched for my phone and dialed her number but it was forwarded. I needed to look for her before something happened. As I turned to leave the dancing floor, I saw Devin.
Here comes the handsome devil.