BLAIR'S POV
"YOU SERIOUSLY NEED TO STOP WITH THE DAMN COCA-COLA?"
She rolled her eyes, "tell me to stop when you stop having those intense dreams about your brother's dear friend."
I shook my head, throwing my clothes at her face and pulled the towel off. I've seen Lana naked enough times in my life and know her well enough that I can comfortably strip in front of her without worrying.
"Shut up! We are not talking about that."
She hummed, "so I can't ask about what he did that had you moaning so loudly and so wet that you woke up your brother?"
I pursed my lips, "never again…where did you go off to yesterday? You seemed to be in a rush?"
"I just had to get some orders for the office and my room, also a last-minute interview. I need a new assistant. Shocking much you grow in two years."
I raised a brow, "I thought you just recently took your place as COO. And being in charge of the bunch of wannabe Fords?"
She shook her head, leaning back against my headboard, "Legally I did, but officially this year will make my two years working as COO."
I sighed, there was still so much that I didn't know about her in those two years. I wasn't someone to push and push someone for answers especially when they have the look that Lana does whenever it's mentioned.
But the damn anticipation is killing me. It's killing me to not know what happened to her in those two years. The Lana I knew would never get tattoos. She hated them growing up. She hated the idea of having something so stupid permanently on her skin.
She hated the idea of working for her father's company but here she is as COO of it. Something was off with her. Lana wouldn't do something she hated even if she was held at gunpoint. She much rather die than do something that she'll regret doing later on in life.
"You sound so happy for someone who made sure to tell the world she would never be COO of her father's company?"
She shrugged, "Roman needed help so I offered to help and turns out I misjudged everything entirely, so I joined."
I don't know if she expects me to believe that or not, but I pretend that I do. I pretend that I get what she was saying and that I know where it was coming from, but I don't. I don't understand a single thing she's saying or what secret message it's meant to be.
Because If I know one thing about Lana whatever she says always has two meanings behind it. The obvious.
And the dark and twisted one.
The dark and twisted one was something in Lana I had never seen before. Something that she doesn't show to everyone but god you wish you didn't see it when you do.
It was terrifying the person that she would become with it. The things she would say and do to people. I witnessed it once, and I pray every day that something rips the memory out of my head.
I never wanted to see her like that again. I never wanted to be witness to it ever again. God knows what happened to her, but she wasn't normal at all.
She went missing for a week after that. Roman said she was sick, but I couldn't tell if it was because she was sick because of what she did or because she had the flu.
"He needed help, or you thought he was flunking badly and decided to be a good baby sister?"
"Let him believe my story while we know the truth, okay, Blair-bear?"
"I heard secret and came running."
Dalton burst through the door as I tugged my shorts on, "Dude! I could have been naked!"
He shrugged, "but you weren't…so what secret are we hiding?"
"Stop bothering my friends and go annoy your own!" I huffed.
"Correction, Lana is my friend. Plus being close to her annoys Roman who then annoys Corbin by complaining to him."
"I don't know if I should be offended that you're using our friendship as a game?"
"You wanna be offended about the fact you can easily piss off your brother with me?"
She raised her brow and turned to me, "when did he get half a brain?"
I shook my head they were as bad as each other. Lana was different from everyone that was close to her. I don't know exactly how she is with Ford but everyone else seems to be the same.
But when she was with Dalton? It was like he burnt all her brain cells in a second and she became the world's seconds biggest idiot to exist. I don't know how he doesn't but the things that come out of their mouths truly astonish me into another world.
I would never be able to believe such thoughts were made in her head.
"So what secrets are we hiding?"
"You really wanna hear about your sister's sex dreams?"
Both our faces morphed into disgust.
The last thing I need was for Dalton to know what I wanted to do to his best friend, and I didn't want to know what he would want to do to women.
"I'd rather hear about how I was conceived than Blair's sex dreams."
That makes two of us, brother.
I sighed, putting away my dirty clothes, "You have any sex dreams, Lani? I heard you left the banquet with a certain Volkov?"
"Why does everyone think we slept together?! I offer to drive someone home once because he wants to leave as well and suddenly I'm getting into bed with him."
"It's because you offered him a drive, Lana…when have you ever been known to be nice to someone you don't know?"
She let out a scoff, "I didn't sleep with him but to the original questions, you've to be dead to not have a sex dream."
This piqued both our interests. "You…had a sex dream…about someone?"
She nodded, "Yep…I don't even remember who it was it was a few years ago but it was intense…set my standards in the bedroom really high."
"And this is why she'll forever be single."
I chuckled, "all because of a sex dream she had when she was in her prime hormonal years."
"We can talk about yours Blair…don't test me." She smirked.
"I'm shaking."
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Feeling a familiar pool between my legs, I looked down beneath my cover and found my hand buried between my legs again., I rolled over and checked the red numbers on my clock.
4:45 AM
I let out a heavy sigh and pulled the cover off my body before stumbling into my bathroom with a new pair of underwear and shorts. I seriously had to stop dreaming about him every night.
Leaving my bedroom, I looked both ways down the hall, I noticed the light shining from my father's office. It was rare for him to be up at this time unless he was coming back from another business trip.
The faint sounds of his voice echoed through the hall. He was still awake and still working as always.
I never bothered asking him about it because like always I'll get shut out or someone will jump to a different topic as if it was poison.
As if it would burn any one of us if we even thought of the topic. It was messed up. It was wrong.
And once again, I was the black sheep of the family. They would celebrate their milestones about the company without me, leaving me alone in my room wondering what the hell I did wrong to cause this.
But soon enough I just stopped caring about it all. I never bothered them about it again.
With the sound of my feet hitting the tiled floors, I found myself in the kitchen and opened the fridge, "it's a bit early for you to be awake."
My body jumped into the fridge pressing my hand against my heart. His sharp feature showed from the fridge light. He stood tall, stiff, and half-dressed in our kitchen. I gulped holding myself back from looking down at his body.
Don't be weird Blair. Don't be a staring creep.
"What are you doing here? I thought you left hours ago."
"Stepped out for some business but came back. Why are you awake so early?"
I licked my lips, "No reason. I just tend to wake up at random times." I turned my back to him looking through the drink options we have stored, districting myself from him as much as I could.
"You sure it wasn't whomever you were dreaming about?"
I felt a hot blush creep its way up my cheeks. My whole body was overcome with a hot flush of embarrassment.
He heard me?!
Oh God, he heard me moaning about his name!
He fucking heard me pleasuring myself to the thought of him!
Can the world just swallow me whole already? I've never felt such embarrassment in my entire life.
"There's no shame in it…we all have our moments." I could hear the mocking tone in his words.
He was teasing me.
"Shut up," I muttered, grabbing a water bottle, closing the fridge, and taking away whatever light source was left in the room.
It was better. He wouldn't be able to see the damn blush on my face from it.
"Why are you awake?"
"Can't exactly sleep with your father stomping up and down the hall? Not all of us can be knocked out like you but then again, you weren't only just having a peaceful sleep."
I bit my lip, wanting to hit him so hard right now.
"You could just…I don't know…sleep at your own place"
"Try sleeping in a house with Ronan and Isaiah then tell me that."
I shook my head, "how long has he been back?"
"A few hours. He was screaming on the phone about some plan before he locked himself away."
I nodded pursing my lips, "plans?"
"Don't ask me about it. I'm as clueless as you right now so if you want answers, ask your brother."
"The brother who avoids the topic like the plague? Sure, 'cause that always works out."
"Blair…"
"No, what is up with him and the whole business talk? Why is he so against talking about it around me? Does he really think that I'm that clueless about everything?"
"Again, I'm not the one you should be seeking answers from. That's between you and Dalton."
I scoffed, "no…it's between me and me."
And that's how it always will be.
It's how it always was with us.
I would ask and he would deflect.
I would argue and he would turn the topic.
It was always the same with him.
With them.
You'd think people would be able to see past the picture-perfect image we maintained and see the true chaos that was buried within this household. You'd think people who liked keeping everyone under a tight scoop would realise the truth about us.
The lies.
The arguing.
The secrecy.
Our image was far from perfect, and it was sick how little people truly saw behind the two-way glass.
It suffocated me for days on end. It was like a noose hung around my neck and each day it grew tighter and tighter while I closed my eyes waiting for it to finally take my last breath and free me from this family.
From this name.
From this life that was no longer something I truly wanted anymore.
I wanted peace. I wanted the storm to calm for once in this house.
But most of all, I wanted freedom.
I wanted to finally be free from everything that restricted me.