Choosing His Brother Over Him

Leilani

Hot mouths.

Wandering hands.

Deep, wet kisses.

Massive male hands. Oh, those hands. They made me feel sensations that felt illegal. But nothing feels more illegal than writhing beneath a male body three times bigger than yours. Three times warmer. Three times wilder. Three times hornier. Moaning beneath that ripped body and skilled hands were heaven and sin... Pure sin.

It was pure, carnal sin. I prayed for forgiveness, alright. But if you ask me...I'd do it all over again.

*

"Are you really gonna keep me waiting, baby?" I called out, eyebrows raised in mild frustration. Leave it to Neil to keep his fiancée waiting after she put so much effort into a romantic tub bath and wine.

"I'll be right with you, babe, I promise." Neil's voice called back, distracted by a phone call. Probably.

Huffing, I turned around to stare at my reflection in the mirror behind me. My long dark hair cascaded down my shoulders and back, baby hairs framing my face in soft curls. My brown eyes gleamed with satisfaction as I took in my tempting appearance in the barely-there adult lingerie I had on.

Neil would lose his mind to lust when he steps in here. As soon as he gets off that fucking call.

One minute.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

What the fuck? I leaned off where I was perched and walked towards the bathroom door, ready to snatch that phone from his hand and throw it into the fish tank. But as I reached the doorway, Neil was just a few steps away, shirtless, with his blonde hair sticking all over the place in that delicious way that made girls blush.

I was not in the mood to blush.

He gave me a boyish smile that lit up his face. Then froze. His blue eyes slowly traveled down my body as if he was seeing me for the first time. My lips quirked. His eyes lingered on my hips, moved up to my almost-naked breasts, and stayed there.

"Damn." He breathed.

I folded my arms, the movement pushing my breasts together and forward some more, like an offering to a sex god. He inhaled sharply and a smile of womanly knowledge curved my lips.

"Wanna come to the tub, baby?" I whispered.

His eyes snapped back to meet mine, swirling with lust. "If anyone's gonna come right now, babe, it's you."

He advanced towards me, and I could see the very obvious strain of his sweats around the crotch area. I took two steps back in the doorway, giggling. He caught me in his arms and landed a smack on my ass.

"Easy tiger." I purred, smiling while snaking my arms around his neck.

"Fuck, Leila, you should have warned me..." His head dug into my neck, trying to inhale more of my scent. "Fuck!"

He smacked me again and squeezed, earning a gasp of delight from me. "Neil..."

He hummed in response, dragging his hands up my body. My eyes met his before his gaze flicked down to my lips.

"Let's get in the tub, baby," I whispered, raking one hand through his hair, dragging the other down his arm. His eyes were still fixated on my lips, biting his own lip in hunger. Then, he leaned in to claim my mouth, stopping midway when the shrill cry of his phone pierced through the lust-filled air.

"Shit!"

"Ignore it," I piqued, grabbing him back to me but he hesitated for a moment and then softly pulled back, dragging a hand through his hair.

"Sorry, babe. I gotta take it."

My mouth dropped open. He flashed me an apologetic smile and walked towards the screaming phone, picking it from the king-sized bed, and moved further away towards a huge window, like always. Neil always did this, taking fucking business calls in the middle of a steamy moment. There was a time I was really pissed that he had to get on a call with some business bastards when he had promised to give me a full body massage. So, I slid under the table and teased his cock to mess the call-up.

It worked.

A smile appeared on my face at the memory. I heard Neil suddenly laugh and I turned in his direction to see him running a hand through his hair again. It was a habit. I found it so adorable. Sighing, I walked over to him, wrapping my hands around his arm.

"That's amazing, bro," He mused, eyes glinting like he was laughing at a private joke. Bro? It was not a business call. I shook my head in disapproval. He left me to talk to a bro? Well, let's see how long this call would last. Leaning further into him, I pressed his arm tighter against my chest and placed a small wet, teasing, lingering kiss on it. I felt him tense.

"Yeah?" He said to the person on the line, glancing down at me distractedly. I held his gaze, my mouth still on his arm, and his arm...well, it was squished against my breasts. His eyes slid down to stare at my breasts for a moment.

"How long will it last for?" He asked, his eyes moving back up to meet mine. I placed another kiss on his arm, still holding his gaze...then softly bit into his arm. I felt him shiver slightly and the hand holding his phone twitched and the call was suddenly on speaker.

"Neil? You still there?" A male voice asked.

I blinked. Then my eyes slowly moved to the phone, my interest suddenly piqued. That was not just a male voice. It was deep, so deep, and masculine that I found my cheeks heating.

"Neil?" The deep, magnetic masculine voice cursed, "Fuck, there's a woman there, right?"

"What?"

"Your fiancée?"

Neil snapped out of it and looked away from me, giving me a soft glare as he did so. I would have smiled if my interest wasn't so zeroed in on that voice from the phone.

"Uh, yeah. So-"

"You can just end the call if you can't wait, Neil." The voice interrupted dryly, with a teasing undertone to it.

"Cut it the fuck out. You said the contract lasts for fifteen weeks?"

"Sixteen. You'd know if you were listening." Whoever was on the other side sounded like he enjoyed teasing Neil. That was not what grabbed my attention though. It was the way he spoke, the husky edge to his deep voice. The relaxed way he enunciated his words like he did not give a fuck about anything. And like there was a dirty promise hidden somewhere in his words. It was sexy.

God, what the hell am I thinking?

"You can come stay at my place, it's big enough and pretty close to your contract site. It's perfect." I heard Neil say.

Wait. What?

"I already made a reservation in a hotel near there."

"You can cancel it. Saves you a lot of money, you know."

I shot Neil an incredulous look. That was the wrong thing to say. Men are very sensitive when it comes to their financial capabilities. Neil always wants to pay for everything. He has the money, of course, he's loaded. But sometimes I think he just wants to prove a point. I think it's just a male thing. And I have a feeling this person on the phone -his step-brother, I think- would be much worse than Neil.

As if to prove me right, his deep voice said flatly, "I can pay for my shit, Neil."

"I know, I know-"

"I'm not interested in charity, bruh."

"Shut up for once-"

"Don't fucking tell me to shut up." The voice said flatly. He seemed to love interrupting Neil.

"I can, and I will. I'm older than you so shut the fuck up and just listen." Neil said in an oddly patient tone. Like the tone of a teacher dealing with uncooperative kids.

It almost made me smile. Almost. Because my breath was hanging in my throat, waiting eagerly for the response of the sexy voice from the phone.

A low chuckle reached my ears. "I'm listening."

"To be honest, I need your help on a new project I'm working on. There's a lot of smart ideas in that brain of yours and I need a few." Neil started. "It'll be easier to work together if we're in the same building, you know?"

"What makes you think I'd help you? You've got fucking workers. That's their fucking job."

"I'm not asking you to help me. You owe me one, remember?"

There was silence for a moment.

"I'll think about it." His voice went deeper, "Tell your fiancée I said hi."

The line went dead.

For some reason, hearing him talk about me made my pulse fly all of a sudden. We barely knew each other. I mean, I only knew Neil had a step-brother, but he was always never around the few times I met Neil's family at some of their events and dinners so we never met. Neil once mentioned that things were kind of tense in the family, but he didn't give any details. And that was about it, Neil does not really talk about him. Hell, I don't even remember his name.

Some Adam-something or other.

"What do you think?" Neil's voice broke my train of thoughts. He was facing me fully, arms crossed in front of his naked chest, blue eyes trying to read my expression. His hair was messy in that way I liked, complementing his handsome face perfectly.

"You could have told me first," I said softly.

"I'm sorry, babe. He just told me about it now, and the idea came to me so fast, I had to tell him." He gently pulled me into his arms, "I really do need his help though. He can be a pain-in-the-ass sometimes, but he's pretty smart."

I was quiet for a moment, then looked up at him. He towered over my head and shoulders, so I had to crane my neck to meet his gaze standing so close to him. And whispered. "You won't be able to fuck me just anywhere now, baby." Something passed his eyes and I smirked, "Learn to behave, Neil."

He chuckled. "It's a big house."

I smiled as he shifted my hair away from my silky shoulders and cupped my face in his large palm. He gazed at me with desire. Affection. Love.

"Speaking of fucking, let's get back to business, Leila." With that, he covered my mouth with his, squeezing me closer and closer, so close that it felt like he was trying to absorb me into his body.

He loved me.

I knew that.

Only, that love would burn him. Soon.

*

"I'm pretty busy right now, Brooke, just sort out the deliveries and forward the profiles of the new models to me, okay?" I smiled at my business manager through the Tab screen perched on the kitchen island.

A kettle started to whistle and I almost didn't hear her respond and end the call. I owned a line of adult lingerie and bikinis and Brooke was my paranoid business manager who was always worried that our competitors would leave us in the dust or something. I take my business seriously of course, but Brooke wants me to model my lingerie and bikinis professionally. Like one of my bikini models.

I really do not mind, as I model some exclusive lingerie and bikinis sometimes, it is my clothing line, after all. But Neil, for some reason, did not like the idea, so I kept it to a minimum and left most of the modeling to the girls and focused on the financial aspects of my business, and my love life.

I pulled the chicken drumsticks out of the microwave oven and Chase, Neil's huge German shepherd dog padded into the kitchen, wagging its tail as if trying to coax me into tossing a drumstick at it.

I laughed and the doorbell rang. Pausing, I peered at the kitchen doorway, trying to remember if I had ordered something.

"Stay here, okay?" I said to Chase, smoothing out my wavy ponytail as I walked out of the kitchen.

Sara, the nearly invisible housekeeper that comes over thrice a week to clean up, could have ordered some groceries and it could have been delayed unnecessarily. It had happened before. And it's one of her days off today.

I heard Chase whine from the kitchen as I crossed the huge living room, probably disappointed at me for not giving him a treat. I idly wondered if he posed a threat to the vulnerable chicken drumsticks alone with him in that kitchen.

Reaching the door, I opened it and stepped out, squinting at the bright glare of sunlight. And that was when I saw him.

Him.

God's only archangel of sin.

If sex was a person, he was standing right in front of me. My eyes widened, drinking in the appearance of the stranger. He was massive. Tall. I mean tall. Broad-shouldered. Toned. Even though his flimsy shirt, his ripped abs were on full display. His strong-looking legs fit for a stallion were in jet black pants that I could tell were expensive as fuck. But not as expensive as his shoes.

I felt my throat dry.

His skin was tan. The type of beautiful tan that came with the genes. He was staring straight at me, accessing, unbothered and sexy as sin.

"You must be Leilani," He arched a dark eyebrow, face impassive. His voice. That voice was familiar. Unmistakable. The deep, magnetic voice with a husky and naughty edge to it. The way he said my name hit me like a punch to my sex hormones.

It's him.

Neil's step-brother.

At that moment, I realized, that the threat was not behind me in the kitchen, but it was right in front of me. Massive, confident, and undeniably masculine.

Adonis

What are you doing tonight, handsome?

A small smirk appeared on my face as I read the flirty text on the screen of my phone, followed by a picture of a naked woman curled in a position that pushed her nipples out and spread her ass cheeks on the bed. Tina. I guess that's what she said she's called in her previous texts. I'm not sure. The lengths women go to get my phone number are beyond me.

With a flick of my thumb, I sent the picture away from the screen to stay with the other countless nudes in some goddamn part of the phone. I looked through the tinted glass of my car to scan the area as I drove past. Neil must have good enough taste to get a house in a residential area as pretty as this. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but this is surprisingly better.

Not like I really give a fuck.

I only plan on spending a few weeks, helping his dumb-ass work on his shit and I'm out of there. I need my fucking privacy.

After a couple of turns, I pulled up at the address Neil had sent me. It was a big house with modern designs and a small part of the building jutting out from the second floor had glass walls from top to bottom. I glanced over the neatly trimmed plants arranged in some unknown shapes and the blue swimming pool at the side, with some white lounge chairs beside it.

I raised an eyebrow. Not bad.

After parking the Jeep, I stepped down, hurling my suitcase out, and walked up to the porch. My phone pinged again. I glanced at it and scoffed.

Another picture.

Maybe Tina. Natasha. Or Rosa. Or Angele-whatever-the-fuck she's called.

I pressed the doorbell, shoving my phone into my pocket, waiting. My gaze drifted to the blue swimming pool again. It looked nice, I must admit. The color pink caught my eye from one of the lounge chairs and I moved to get a better look but the door suddenly opened.

I looked back at it. And saw her. Neil's fiancée.

Damn!

The first thing I noticed was how hot she was. Her breasts were squished in some type of sports bra that pushed them up and her flat belly smoothly curved into wide hips that were covered in some kind of tiny grey shorts that looked like a second skin.

Damn!

I dragged my eyes off her hips and breasts to look at her face. She was staring at me with wide brown eyes, with that expression women always had on their faces meeting me for the first time. Fuck, Neil got lucky with this one.

"You must be Leilani," I spoke first since it seemed she lost her voice staring at me.

She blinked, snapping out of it. Then blinked again, staring at me with an expression that I could not read. And trust me, I'm an expert at reading women. "Oh. Yeah, I'm Leilani. You must be Neil's brother-"

"Step-brother," I corrected. "We haven't met before. I'm Adonis."

"Nice to meet you, Adonis." She gave a pretty smile but I was too distracted thinking about the way her sensual voice said my name. She said my name like I had her pinned to one of the lounge chairs, with her clothes hitched up and legs spread wide for my cock. Like I was fucking her out in the open, plundering her hard. I briefly wondered what her moans would sound like.

"I had no idea you'd be coming today. Neil said you'd arrive tomorrow," She said softly, opening the door and ushering me in. I followed her, my eyes magnetized by her shapely ass cheeks bouncing as she moved. I felt my body start to heat up.

Bro, easy.

"I was making lunch. You can leave your suitcase there for now." She said again, then suddenly turned to face me, and my eyes instinctively dropped as her breasts jiggled from the movement. "I'll get you a drink."

My cock twitched.

"Sure," I said coolly, pushing my suitcase out of the way. My gaze roamed the living room casually but paused when I realized she was still standing there. I looked, my eyes locking with her pretty ones. As if she just realized that she was staring, her eyes widened and she abruptly broke her gaze, lashes fluttering. Without a word, she turned and walked towards what I assumed was the kitchen and disappeared through the doorway, her long ponytail flowing behind her.

I stood there, watching the doorway intensely for a moment. Leilani obviously found me attractive, like all other women. Apparently, I could fuck any other woman I want but not her because she is my step-brother's fiancée.

Who fucking made that rule?

I like a challenge.

Fuck rules.

*

Leilani

I let out a big breath as I leaned on the kitchen island, mouth open in awe.

Adonis. Adonis.

Adonis.

Jesus, how is Neil's step-brother so fucking attractive? And to think I was staring stupidly at him! Oh god, he must think I'm stupid or something.

Chase rubbed his huge body against my legs, wagging his tail and looking up at me expectantly. I turned away and moved further into the kitchen, picking two glass cups with my thoughts running astray. He and Neil looked like polar opposites. Well, they haven't been related by blood anyway. Neil was blond with blue eyes and a handsome smile. But this man...

This Adonis...

Adonis is the dark, dangerous opposite. Only more attractive with magnetic dark eyes that seemed to strip a woman naked in seconds. Adonis was trouble. I could see it in the way he moved, talked. The way he looked at me.

I heard Chase growl menacingly and I turned, nearly spilling the juice I was serving. Adonis was standing near the doorway, sinfully broad and masculine, staring straight at me.

Chase growled deeper this time, slowly moving in Adonis' direction. Adonis leveled a dead stare at it and looked back at me questioningly.

"Chase! Stay!" I called. Chase growled.

"Chase." I shook my head in disapproval. "Be a good boy, now." The dog stopped growling but kept watching Adonis threateningly.

"Sorry about that." I gave a nervous smile. "That's Neil's dog."

Adonis gave a little grin. "His dog's a dick like he is." I barely registered the words; my face was frozen at how beautiful his smile was. I mean, I thought Neil was the most handsome man ever, but this man right here....

This man is a walking sex.

He moved forward, muscles flexing beneath his flimsy shirt as he slid out a phone from his pocket and placed it on the island, looking at something on its screen. Swallowing the ball of flutters in my throat, I picked up the two glasses of juice and walked towards him.

He looked at me.

I gave a smile, starting to move one of the glasses forward. "Here-"

The word had barely come out of my mouth before I stumbled over Chase's huge body and the contents of the glasses spilled out...and landed all over Adonis' shirt.

I gasped in horror. Shit!

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" My face drained as I hurriedly placed the glasses on the island. "So sorry..."

"It's fine. It's fine." He said, peeling the wet, stained shirt away from his skin.

Oh god!

I whirled around to grab a towel, muttering apologies as I passed it to him. Chase watched the scene with his body tense, as if ready to attack, totally oblivious of the mess he caused.

"Relax, it's just a fucking shirt," Adonis gave me a look, his sensual lips slightly curled like he was amused. His deep voice seemed to vibrate through me. That was when I realized I was standing so close to him. That was when I truly took a good look at him.

The wet shirt was plastered over his chest and abs and I could see the contours of his ripped, muscular body perfectly. His sexy arm muscles flexed as he clutched the towel in a large, veined fist.

That large fist grabbing and groping my ass cheeks as I run my tongue over that manly chest...

He towered way above my frame and I felt so small and vulnerable next to him. His dark hair fell over his forehead and his hypnotizing dark eyes gazed down at me.

"This won't do," He suddenly said, and I broke his gaze, trying to gather my senses. Before I could ask him what he meant, he chucked the towel away, and in well-practiced moves, he yanked his shirt up and over his head, leaving him shirtless.

Something absolutely carnal stirred in my abdomen as my eyes drank in the perfection laid out in front of me.

Lord save me from temptation!

Ladders of well-developed muscles led down to his black pants which hung low on his hips, teasing. Seducing. His biceps flexed smoothly as he bunched up his wet shirt and the towel in his hand, picking up his phone with the other. "Can you show me where I can keep my suitcase?"

Heat rushed to my cheeks as I dragged my eyes off his abs to his devastatingly handsome face. There was something in his eyes as he watched me. Something intense.

"Um. Yeah..." I managed to say. "Come with me."

Determined to not stare at him, I kept my eyes straight and walked out of the kitchen with Chase following and Adonis right behind.

*

I gasped as he bent me over the arm of Neil's favorite couch, dragging the hem of my dress up my thighs slowly. So slowly. I bit down on my lips, quivering and waiting for him to completely raise the dress and see that I had no panties on.

"You want this so badly, don't you?" His deep, magnetic voice asked.

I moaned as his hands dragged the dress over my ass cheeks that were up in the air. I parted my legs, feeling my wet vagina clench in anticipation.

"Hm." I felt his thumb flick between my ass cheeks. "You've been running around the house without panties."

I tried to push my ass against him desperately but he placed a hand on my back and pushed me back onto the couch with a dark chuckle. I wriggled, desperate with desire and womanly need.

"What do you want, Leilani?" He pushed my dress up my back some more, leaving my ass and legs parted and hanging off the couch. My pussy lay swollen and sopping, begging for his cock. Just the seductive way he said my name nearly sent me to orgasm.

"Adonis, please touch me." I cried.

He moved closer and I nearly cried with ecstasy when I heard the sound of his pants unzipping. His large hands moved across my body to cup my breasts pressed against the couch through the soft fabric of my dress. My nipples beaded in his hands.

"Oh..." I moaned long and loud when I felt his throbbing cock tease my entrance. "Don't stop..."

He curved his warm body over mine on the couch, strong arms encasing me and leaving me helpless, horny, and at his sinful mercy. I closed my eyes, feeling his hard length stroke the outside of my pussy and-

Chase whined loudly, breaking me out of my thoughts. My dirty, dirty thoughts of Adonis. I hit a hand on my head.

"What the fuck are you doing, Leilani?! That's your fiancé's step-brother for goodness sakes!" I scolded myself. "I'm engaged to a man I love and cherish so what the hell am I thinking?"

I sighed and hit my head again.

Chase whined again, placing his huge head on my thighs, licking his lips in a way that showed he wanted something to eat. I scratched his ear, frowning as my engagement ring glistened as my hand moved. It was a beautiful diamond ring.

And it proves I'm Neil's. And Neil's mine. So, I shouldn't be thinking about sex with someone I just fucking met moments ago!

I had shown Adonis to one of the rooms in the house, far away from the bedroom I shared with Neil because I didn't want to bump into him each time I stepped out of the bedroom. I had also told him to come down for lunch so I had to go back downstairs now.

Right from the moment Neil picked that call, I had always known inviting his brother over was a bad idea.

A really bad idea.

Leilani

"So, there's this new model the company's working on and that's why I'm here with the rest of my team," Adonis said, squaring his intense gaze on me.

My belly quivered but I tried my best to seem unaffected by his proximity. And that god-damned mesmerizing smile of his. We were having lunch together, and I had sent Neil a text earlier informing him that Adonis had arrived. Thankfully, he was no longer shirtless.

But sweet sin, the thin black shirt he had on now was worse than the previous one. This one clung to every dip and contour of his biceps and toned torso. It even had a hoodie thingy that he pulled over his head, gazing at me with electricity in his dark eyes.

"Neil mentioned you're pretty good with cars," I took a bite of my apple. And froze when his gaze dropped to my mouth. Why does he keep looking at me like that? It was making me nervous.

"Yeah," He nodded, crossing his arms loosely, big and broad in his seat, with his long legs spread.

"Neil said you both used to race when you were younger, I remember he said you always got him in trouble," A genuine smile crossed my lips at the expression on Neil's face when he had told me about it.

Adonis let out a low chuckle, flashing perfect white teeth. "Nah, he was just a chicken. We used to race, alright. But I was way better at it. I've always loved cars,"

I laughed and tossed Chase a piece from my plate. As my laughter died down, there was a sudden silence in the kitchen. And I felt my face heat again knowing his eyes were accessing me. Like, does he realize how uncomfortable he's making me? Or is it just something that he does?

Meet his gaze, a voice in my mind suggested. But just thinking of doing that made my pulse stutter. If it were Neil, or any other man, gazing at me so intently, I would meet their gaze without hesitation. But what is it about Adonis?

He's off-limits yet you want to fuck him. That's why.

Hell no! I don't want to fuck him. He's just very attractive, and it's natural for an attractive man to make me feel a kind of way. Besides, he's my fiancé's step-brother.

Exactly. It's wrong. But that's what makes it exciting.

No. I lost my bearings because I never expected him to be so sexy. But now, I'll get used to it and move on with my life. I am engaged to Neil. All other men are off-limits. Including Adonis. I was sure I had won the internal battle with my conscience and I looked back up with resolve. But that resolve faltered drastically when I met his gaze again.

"Tell me about yourself, Leilani," He said in dulcet tones, that deep voice caressing my name sensually.

I blinked, and my hand stroked the lock of hair that fell across my chest. "Um. I-"

The sudden clicking of heels cut me off -not like I really had anything to say- and a slim figure walked into the kitchen. The swaying lady with short blonde hair and sharp dark eyes was unmistakable. It was Brooke. I raised my eyebrows at my business manager, wondering why she was here when we just spoke on a call not too long ago.

"Hey Leila, hey Chase," She grinned, moving her hand to pet the huge German shepherd but he growled in warning. He never really liked her. She moved away with a startling jolt. "Uh, I met the front door half open and-"

Whatever explanation she planned on giving died prematurely as she turned and her eyes landed on Adonis. Her mouth dropped, literally popped open like that of a gaping fish. He stared at her right back from the shadows of his hoodie, still reclining confidently in his seat. My eyes widened slightly when his eyes brazenly raked down Brooke's body, taking in her appearance with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

If I was surprised, Brooke was blown away. Her cheeks were red and she could tell she was trying to stay cool and collected.

"Um," I cleared my throat lightly, the air in the kitchen suddenly felt hot. And that hotness has nothing to do with the weather. "Brooke, this is Neil's step-brother, and Adonis, this is my business manager,"

I did the introductions, trying to get Brooke to look at me, but she was still trapped in Adonis' gaze. I really couldn't even blame her.

She closed her mouth and pressed her lips together as if trying to gather her bearings. "Nice to meet you, Adonis," She said, stretching out a hand. Her voice came out clear and firm but a little breathy. She still didn't take her eyes off him.

Neither did he. He took her hand in his, completely enveloping it with his large one, and squeezed briefly. "My pleasure," His magnetic voice said through a mesmerizing smile that slowly appeared on his handsome face.

My breath caught. What the hell is going on here?

And it seemed like there was a naughty promise hidden in those words. With just one look at Brooke, I could tell she was flustered, though she hid it pretty well.

He let her hand go and leaned back in his seat.

A nagging thought echoed through my mind. Did he just flirt with her? Or was he just being polite? With Adonis, you really couldn't tell. The lines were all blurred. He had a way of doing things that made me think of something really dirty.

Brooke finally looked at me, eyes still slightly wide. "Uh...I came to discuss something really important. I couldn't do it over the phone,"

"Oh. Sure. You can wait in the living room, I'll be right with you," I got up from my seat.

She nodded and turned, eyes flicking in Adonis' direction as she took a step forward, almost bumping into Chase. He growled in warning again. Brooke gasped and stepped back.

"Chase," I called. He ignored me, shooting a canine glare at Brooke. They really did not like each other. At least Brooke tried to be friendly sometimes, but Chase? He had no problem with making her uncomfortable.

"Is this dog generally a jerk or what?" Adonis arched an eyebrow at me, an amused glint in his eyes. I was still thinking of how to reply when he held Brooke's wrist in his hand -that large masculine hand- and pulled her closer to his seat so she could walk past Chase's huge body without earning herself another growl.

A weird feeling pooled in my gut.

"Oh, thanks," Brooke sounded breathless as she tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear. I could swear she was blushing tomato red even though I couldn't see her face from where I stood. Chase growled again for some reason and Brooke jolted, accidentally rubbing her ass against Adonis' biceps.

My eyes widened as that weird sensation grew in my guts. Brooke gasped. "Sorry!" She sounded really flustered. And I had never heard her sound like that before.

Adonis let out a sexy chuckle. For some reason, she looked back at him, smiling, and then walked through the doorway, the sound of her giggles accompanying the clicks of her high heels.

I stood there like some invisible statue, and then when Adonis looked at me, I slid my gaze back to the table as I gathered the plates. That feeling still churned within. It felt familiar.

"Your business manager huh?" His seductive intonation seemed thoughtful.

"Hm," I responded, turning towards the sink.

"What's your business though?"

I paused at the sink, feeling his gaze on me, and for the first time, I started feeling conscious about my choice of clothing. That man's gaze made me feel naked. And the body-hugging clothes that clung to my buttocks and breasts were not really helping matters.

"I own a lingerie and bikini line," I said softly, turning around.

His eyes heated. Taking in my appearance as if he was just seeing me. "That sounds fucking sexy," A smirk accompanied his words and I felt my cheeks heat.

Did he just- did he...?

Holy fuck! He is so fucking naughty!

His gleaming eyes never left mine. "Does Brooke also model for you?"

The warm fuzzy feelings in my cheeks died abruptly when I heard him say her name. Was this about her? He was thinking of her in lingerie? I suddenly realized what that odd feeling in my guts was. It was jealousy. Jealousy!

Wait. What?

Why would Adonis make me jealous? Because he flirted with Brooke? What the hell is happening to me?

I realized he was waiting for an answer. "No. I have girls who do that," I moved back to the table to gather some more plates. Chase pawed my feet, wriggling in front of me, trying to catch my attention. I sighed. He was blocking the way with his massive form.

"Move," I prodded him. He stuck out his tongue, panting but not moving an inch. I sighed again and leaned down, across him to gather the plates in front of Adonis. But Adonis' hand was there first, and I ended up holding his hand instead. Jolts sizzled through my arm and straight to the sensitive spot between my thighs.

The electricity of his touch was overwhelming. Staggering. My eyes moved to meet his hypnotizing ones and my heart started to race. He looked so fucking handsome.

His eyes trailed over my ponytail spilling down my shoulders and then down to my...breasts? I inhaled sharply, remembering I was wearing clothes that showed a lot of cleavages and bending down like this, right in front of his face was giving him a very sexy view.

Shit!

I pulled my hand away and straightened back up, still feeling the electricity of his touch buzzing in my skin.

"Let me help with these," He motioned to the plates and got up from his seat, deftly gathering them.

"Okay," My voice was a whisper. I still couldn't understand what just happened. Peeling my eyes away from him, I moved to the sink and dropped the plates gently.

What are you doing, Leilani? My conscience whispered in panic. I closed my eyes briefly and opened them again, wishing I would understand this crazy effect Adonis had over me. We literally just met an hour ago. He is literally family.

"Where can I keep this?" Adonis asked, raising an unused mug. It looked so small in his hand. His clingy black shirt complimented his skin so nicely. I really couldn't stop staring.

"Over there," I replied distractedly, motioning to a spot by my side. And then realized that for him to place the mug over there, he had to get really close to me. Like in-my-space kind of close. That was dangerous. I opened my mouth, glancing sideways to tell him to pass it over instead but it was too late. He was coming. Dangerous and close.

My breath hitched and I snapped my head forward to stare at the faucet wide-eyed. He stepped right behind me and I felt all my feminine instincts erupt to full attention. His warm, unique, and male scent filled my nostrils and my skin pebbled. He stepped in really close, moving his hand carefully to place the mug down. I had completely stopped breathing. I could feel his body heat now, his raw testosterone and if I dared move, my ass would press into him. Oh shit...!

Now that he was so close, so so close, I realized the real difference in our body mass. He was so big, he would completely wrap his arms around me and I'd be completely and utterly helpless. He would feel so delicious.

He moved backward and stepped towards the table, and I released a quiet breath, knees slightly trembling with the tense attraction that sizzled when he stood right behind me. I closed my eyes, trying to mentally talk back some sense into my brain. I had to stop feeling these crazy sensations. It was stupid and irresponsible.

I would never hurt Neil.

This had to stop.