Leander stopped as he reached her. She was still sleeping.
"So careless," he mumbled.
He bent down but the uneasiness down there made him wince. He tried to pull her duvet but she was holding on to it for life. With a sigh, he got his duvet and covered her with it. She was not pleased that she was covered as evidenced by her furrowed brows and her struggle to get out of the duvet.
So he rolled her in it.
"Hey, you're not alone here…" he pointed his index finger at her face.
His lips curved although he wanted to be annoyed by her carelessness. She must be so used to being alone that she is not caring about her appearance. Look at the drool…
The yellowness on her skin had reduced a lot. She looked very delicate as she was sleeping. And delicious.
He sat beside her carefully.
"Who are you…" he whispered. "Do you have any idea what you are doing to me?"
With a sigh, he looked at his crotch. The last time his little guy was this uncontrollable was when he was going through puberty.
But now…
He observed her.
She is mysterious even though he had collected every information about her. There was no record of her having a boyfriend or a… girlfriend. But then there were no records of her meeting with her "friends" either. And for her to catch Evander with his pants down… she should be very good in bed.
How did she get that good? How many men was she with before she got to Evander?
He rubbed his burning chest. It made him greatly discomforted to think that she was with his brother.
He clenched the sheets and looked at her. "Why aren't you mine alone…" his deep voice rolled as a low rumble. His sharp jaws clenched popping the nerves on his forehead. His lips pressed to a line.
He stopped himself from dwelling deep into that thought. Because right now, all he wanted to do was to cleanse her of his brother's filth by filling her up with him.
She won't like that. She would call that "r*pe".
R*pe—how easily she said that abhorrent word to him!
He shivered at that thought. People may call him a beast. But he would never act beastly with a woman.
"Ah, what am I doing?"
Taking a sharp inhale, he stood up. He is fantasizing about having her to … stroke his ego...? No, it's something more. He wants to possess her.
Why?
Why does he care who she was with? And why does it anger him that his brother was the last man she was with?
It scared him.
He decided to have a cold shower to clear his thoughts. He is a thirty-three-year-old man who can't control his little guy and has to depend on cold showers. How much more pathetic can he get?
All because of this woman… But I should get her some clothes first.
When he was in the shower, he got a call from Evander. He did not want to answer it. Evander never calls him when it is an emergency. He calls only when he wants to brag. He was not in the mood of celebrating with his brother.
But since Evander was calling him again and again, he answered the call. Just as he thought, Evander was throwing a party for going viral for a prank recently. Evander surely goes with that narrative so hard.
Evander didn't take his no for an answer. He didn't care that he had a fever. He wanted him there.
"You don't want to celebrate with me?" Evander asked. "With the rumors surrounding our relationship… Some of our men think that you are plotting against me, Leander. Is that true? Is that why you don't want to drink with me?"
Leander fisted his hands to balls. There are some moments in his life where he questions whether he should just give in to his heart's desire and punch his brother in the face. It was one such moment.
But like always, when he closed his eyes, his grandfather's pleading eyes came to his mind. He took a deep breath.
"I'll be there in an hour," he told his brother.
"That's good! Know your place, little brother! From now on, make sure to be there when I ask you. Don't make me repeat myself, okay? Be a good p*ssy, lion man…" Evander laughed.
Leander questioned his decision hearing the cackle of his dear brother. The egotism of his brother has no bounds. He wanted to humiliate him just once.
But he ended the call and took a couple of deeper breaths. His eyes ended up on the bed and he worried if it would be okay if she skips her breakfast.
He then shook his head. He needs to be careful these days. He is not being himself. His family should be his top priority no matter what. He cannot lose focus.
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When Viviana woke up it was already noon. She was surprised that she ended up having a deep sleep. She didn't even know when the sun rose. But the thick curtains would have blocked the sun.
Is he here?
She peeked out and took a quick glance around the room. All the doors were closed, except for the bathroom door which was slightly ajar. There was no sign of anyone inside the room and she let out a sigh of relief.
Tugging the duvet that didn't come loose, she struggled to get out. She didn't know how she rolled inside the duvet. But she was a messy sleeper. It was a bad habit she developed later in her life after moving to her own place and started sleeping alone.
But wait… Why did I roll myself with his duvet?
She shrugged it off and pulled down the shirt that was up to her chest. It was good that she rolled herself with the duvet. Otherwise, it could have become nasty.
She walked around the room to check if she was alone. She couldn't believe that she was left alone. She saw the new breakfast table that had found its way to the bedroom. It was placed in a nice spot in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window.
There was breakfast on the table with a note beside it. "Finish it," it said. And there was a drawing of a panty beside it. She won't call that a drawing, but rather a clumsy doodle of the undergarment she was in dire need of.
Her lips curled out of anger. How subtle of him to remind her that she needs to earn her clothing. And for sure, there were the medications she had to take kept in a pillbox.
She opened the curtains after swallowing her medications. There was no one around in the yard except for a young woman. Viviana found her interesting and observed her.
She was having a container in her hand. With careful steps watching out for getting caught, she ran to the fence. Her movement was a little chaotic. She circled around a tree and then went sideways through a bush and… it made little sense.
Viviana looked around and that's when she noticed the cameras around. She figured that the woman had figured out the blind spots of the camera.
Wow! She's a genius!
Viviana tried to find out what she did at the fence, but the thick foliage obscured her view. The woman returned after some time with the same container in hand. Her face was bright with a content smile.
Viviana took careful note of the path she took. She will need that to escape.
Yeah! She is going to escape! That's what she decided before falling asleep. And look what she found just as she woke up?
A way!
Keep your panties, Kastello! I won't need them anymore.