Entangled With My Soon-to-be Brother-in-law

I watched as my father's casket was being lowered into the ground. My eyes were dry. I had no more tears to cry, I had shed all the tears while he was at the hospital.

I barely knew anyone in the somber ceremony, maybe that's why they were more concerned with paying their last respects to my mother Pamela Thompson who had abandoned us for years, rather than me who had lived with the man all my life.

My eyes didn't leave her for a second, as she played the character of a grieving widow, a handkerchief dabbing at eyes that refused to tear up.

Couldn't anyone see her for what she was?

As soon as the ceremony was over, I didn't spend another moment. I didn't care to shake hands or accept pitying looks. I went straight back home.

Back home, I sat on the edge of my bed, holding a framed picture of my father and me. My fingers traced the outline of his smiling face. He had been my whole world. And now, he was gone.

The door to my room opened moments later, and Pamela majestically walked in.

"We need to talk..." Pamela said, her eyes cold and unfeeling, a glass of wine in her hands.

"I have nothing to say to you. When you're satisfied, you can leave just as you came. I'll be fine without you just as we were fine without you." I replied, looking her straight in the eye.

She didn't need to try to get in my good books. I was going to be fine here without her and I didn't need her to play the fake mother role now.

"Oh dear, You're coming with me, back to California." Pamela smirked, sipping on the glass of wine.

I let out a bitter laugh. "You've got to be kidding me right? This is my home and I don't have to go anywhere with you."

I dreaded the idea of going anywhere with this woman. I barely knew her, she left us alone for years and now that Dad was dead, she thought she could come here and boss me around.

That is never happening.

"You don't get it, do you?" She laughed dryly, her sinister eyes locked in mine. "I don't have to force you to do anything. You're going to do it voluntarily and even beg for more instructions."

What the fuck?

I narrowed my eyes. "Why would I beg you for anything?" I asked.

"Well, for one, your father was very forgetful." Pamela started, tilting her head.

I clenched my fists, she was lucky she was my mother.

"And in his forgetfulness, he forgot to update his will after we parted ways. So, technically, I own everything after his passing. From the house, to the company...every single thing he left behind. Can you beat that?" She laughed again.

My stomach twisted.

My fists clenched. "No... that's not possible. He left me everything. The house and the business."

This wasn't happening to me.

Pamela laughed again, a cruel sound that made my blood boil.

"If you think I'm lying, ask the lawyers. The bottom line is, you don't have much of a choice. Everything is in my name and so you'll have to do exactly as I say if you want to at least keep the house."

My heart sank, this house was the only place that held memories of my dad. And now she was threatening to take it away from me.

Pamela downed the rest of her wine and set the empty glass on my nightstand. "I'll leave you to pack your bags. We leave for California tomorrow." Pamela turned triumphantly.

My phone buzzed on the bed. I reached for it, it was Tyler, my boyfriend.

Relief washed over me.

I wondered how I'd explain the situation of moving to California to him. Maybe he could help me find a solution.

I didn't even bother reading the text. I called him instead.

He picked on the second ring.

"Babe, I..."

"There's no need to try to beg me," he interrupted. His tone was flat, emotionless. "The relationship between us is over, I just picked this call so you don't see me as cruel."

I blinked, then checked the caller ID again, to be sure I didn't misread the name.

This was Tyler? My Tyler.

"What?" My voice barely made a sound.

"The relationship is over, Emilia." he repeated.

I felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me.

What does he mean by the relationship is over?

"Tyler, babe. I don't understand what you're talking about, what exactly is over. What do you mean?"

"Didn't you get my text?"

"I didn't read it! Did you just-did you just freaking break up with me over a fucking text? On the day of my father's funeral?" My voice was tensed but low.

There was a long pause before he sighed. "Listen, don't make this harder than it needs to be. We're both adults and if I'm not feeling it anymore, I can always say I'm not."

My mind spun.

What is he saying? Two days ago he was here. Right here in this room. Holding me. Kissing my forehead. Consoling me.

"But you didn't feel this way two days ago, Or even yesterday," I said, my voice shaking. "You were here in my house, in my bedroom and you were your usual sweet self. What changed?"

"I don't want to talk about anything else. Just let it go and leave for California.."

Just let it go?

Something immediately clicked in my brain.

California?

"Wait... how did you know I was supposed to... Are you breaking up with me because of my mother? Did she get to you?"

Silence

My mind raced, this didn't make any sense. Why would she make Tyler break up with me?

My breath hitched. "Tyler?"

"Why would you agree to that? You said you loved me, we've been together for years and all of a sudden. You're breaking up with me because of my mom?" I raised my voice.

"Look, just leave for California."

Click.

The line went dead.

Tyler hung up the phone.

I tried calling him again but he wasn't picking up my calls. I sat there, staring at the phone, my fingers trembling as I opened the text.

Emilia, I've been holding this in for a while, I think it's time we went our separate ways. I'm no longer interested in being weighed down. So this is it. Don't take it the wrong way.

I swallowed hard.

I read them once. Then again.

There was nothing I hated more at this moment than Tyler.

He hadn't even fought for our love, one sign of resistance and he was already out of the door.

I sat there, motionless, as the sun slowly gave way to the moon.

My father was gone, my mother now owned everything and was going to make me live under her thumb and now the only person I felt was still mine had broken up with me-abandoned me.

I felt powerless and trapped.

I wanted to drown out my sorrows, forget that my life was a mess, completely ruined.

So I dropped everything and grabbed my car keys, I hurried out the house before Pamela could see me.

The world as I knew it, was a shit hole, but I wasn't going to sulk or cry anymore.

I just wanted to lose myself, and I think I know just the perfect place to do that.

The music was loud but that was the point. Now that I was here, I needed one more thing, locate the bar.

I pushed through people on the dance floor, they seemed to be having a good time.

What was there to be joyful about?

All I needed was alcohol, tons of it, bucket loads even.

I motioned to the bartender.

"Get me a vodka soda, make it a double please."

Immediately he brought the glass, I downed the liquid in one gulp, feeling the burn slide down my throat.

"Sorry to bother but those things sneak up on you. I hope you're not going to drive?" The bartender asked, eyeing me with mild concern.

"Just keep them coming. In fact send down another double vodka soda and a Long Island."

The bartender raised his eyebrows slightly but he nodded.

"Okay ma'am. If you say so..."

He sent down the drinks and I downed the vodka in a gulp and turned on my seat, drinking the Long Island slowly.

I examined the crowd, a bunch of people having fun.

Their lives must be so normal, so much different from mine.

There was no way any of them could have buried their father, lost their inheritance and have their boyfriend break up with them in just 24 hours.

This day could not get any worse... in fact at this point, I am probably immune to any more bad occurrences today, I'm numb.

I tapped the table for another drink.

"Easy there sweetheart."

I turned to the person speaking. It was a tall, handsome man with piercing eyes. He was dressed in a nice black suit, with his shirt unbuttoned a bit. He was leaning against the bar, looking at me with a smirk on his lips.

"Can I help you?" I asked, my tone laced with disinterest.

"Well, I was just wondering what a beautiful girl like you is doing all alone in a club and drinking like she doesn't want to go home in one piece." He asked.

I chuckled dryly.

"Whatever piece I go home in, is none of your business. And who said I don't like going to clubs alone?" I shot back, making sure he could hear the sarcasm in every word.

He chuckled, never breaking eye contact. "Maybe you just haven't met the right person to go to clubs with."

I scoffed.

"And I presume, you want to convince me that you're the right person... Just go away, I'd like to enjoy my drinks by myself." I replied, I was getting tired of the silly banter.

"I'm the right person for a number of things.." he smirked.

"Gee... I wonder what." I replied.

"You don't have to wonder though, I could just show you."

I nearly spat out my drink, then I turned to him.

Was this random dude seriously flirting with me? In this entire club with beautiful women probably already eyeballing me for having his attention.

He kept his eyes on me.

I sized him up, he was very handsome and he had this confidence around him. He looked like someone who knew exactly what he wanted and went for it.

He was definitely an upgrade from Tyler, he was hotter, knew how to banter and obviously had a flirtatious personality.

"You know what? Let me grab this next drink and if I still feel like it, you can show me whatever it is you want to."

I grabbed the next Long Island. I gulped it down as quickly as possible then fished into my wallet for my card.

"Don't stress, Jeffrey put it on my bill." He said smoothly.

"I can pay for my own drinks." I passed the card. "Jeffrey, put it on my card."

This-this was the one thing in my life that I could still control, and I wasn't about to hand that over.

As soon as I stood up, I understood what the bartender meant about the drinks sneaking up on me. My feet nearly wobbled but I held myself, refusing to look weak in front of this man as I followed him out.

I silenced the part of me that wondered if this was too reckless.

As soon as we got into his hotel room, I threw all caution to the wind.

I pulled him into a kiss, it was electric.

I didn't know if it was the alcohol or the adrenaline rush from following a complete stranger but everything was extra.

It felt like my body was on fire.

Taking a bold step, I grabbed him closer, the fabric of my dress pressed against his silky shirt. My hands reached up and I tangled my fingers in his hair as I pulled him deeper into the kiss.

He responded almost immediately, wrapping his arms around my waist and deepening the kiss. Our bodies were so close together, it felt like we would be permanently melded together.

I felt alive, like every nerve of my body responded to this desire.

He pulled away but only to catch his breath, I had forgotten how to breathe. I looked into his eyes, his pupils were dilated and I could feel his heart beat in his chest.

I pulled him towards the bed.

"I promised to do the showing," he murmured, his voice husky. "But it seems like you're hell-bent on showing me instead."

"How about..." I took off his suit jacket and then unbuttoned the rest of his shirt in record time. "...we show each other."

His eyes darkened.

"I think I can make that work."

He picked me up like I was a delicate flower and dropped me on the bed gently.

He took off the shirt and tossed it aside, baring his chest completely. I'd never seen a body like that, he looked like a demigod. His belt was off next, he kicked off his shoes.

Then he slowly took off the pants, and the boxers went next.

He stood stark naked in all his glory, he was definitely putting on a show

I gulped as he got on the bed.

My hand instinctively moved to touch his chest, it was made of raw taut muscles, his body was perfectly chiseled. Our lips found each other again, before long I was the one shocked at how good of a kisser he was.

He raised one of my legs and pressed himself closer to my core, with his kisses roaming around every nook and cranny between my lips, ears and then neck. He kissed the dip around my collarbone. His tongue rolled with precision.

"Mmmmm" I moaned

I had no idea he had unzipped my dress until I felt the cold air on my back. I moved so he could take the dress off completely, He worshipped my body with kisses and his mouth went lower and lower, as his lips moved, his hands took off every clothing in his path.

I had only ever been with Tyler and right now, I realized that he was mediocre in these aspects.

This man was doing things with his tongue and fingers that had me on the edge of insanity.

In moments, I was already moaning loudly, I could barely hear the words he was saying, just when I finally hit the wave. I exhaled.

But that wasn't the end... I heard the familiar rip of the condom.

"Hold on, I'm already done."

He laughed.

I blushed

"But we've only just begun..."

My breath was fast and uneven, with my fingers tangled in the sheets as his body pressed against mine, it was all heat and muscle.

I had no idea what to call him, I didn't know his name and I hadn't asked, I won't ask.

That was the point, right?

There were no strings, no expectations. Just raw, consuming and blinding pleasure.

This was more intense than anything I had ever done.

His hands were everywhere, he mapped my body with a confidence that clenched my stomach, my thighs tightened around his hips on their own accord. He knew exactly what he was doing and by God, that made me even dizzier.

I was no virgin, but this? I had never experienced this.

Usually when Tyler and I got in bed, it was straight to business and in a few minutes, we were done.

But with this man...

There was no fumbling, no quick work just to get it over with and no second guessing.

His mouth found my neck, his lips teased me and his tongue flicked against my skin. His teeth lightly grazed over my sensitive skin, he still hadn't put it in.

I dared to open my eyes looking at the ceiling and got a shocker. It was a massive mirror and I could see... everything.

A sharp gasp escaped my throat.

Oh. My. God.

He chucked against my left boob, licking and blowing air, it puckered up nicely expecting more.

"I like that."

The deep sound of his laugh vibrated through his body and my inner parts clenched. I couldn't take my eyes off the mirror, there was no shame in seeing us like this.

Just excitement... and my confidence grew.

"If you like it, do it again." I whispered, my voice husky, daring.

He did.

Only this time, he went harder. His teeth grazed my nipple before his tongue soothed the bite and then he blew on it again. A shudder went through my body and my fingers curled on his back, my nails dug into his smooth skin.

He groaned at that, shifting lower, his hands spreading my thighs wider as he settled between them.

I couldn't even think, I had no idea how long we had been tangled up like this, only that every brush of his mouth and movement of his hands sent a fresh wave of energy and heat low in my belly.

His fingers traced down my side, slow and teasing, until he reached my thigh, he gripped it hard and lifted it higher around his waist, the change in angle had me gasping as I felt the hard nudge of his very hard and well sized shaft.

"You're sensitive," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

I wanted to give a reply, show him I was still in control but damn it, he moved and he pushed that little monster inside me with deliberate, frustrating slowness and it was like the room tilted.

"Oh my..."

My head fell back, my spine arched as he filled my moist haven, stretching me in a way that shocked and intoxicated me at the same time.

There was no rush, he just let me savor it, let me adjust and sink into the sensation.

His breath was hot against my ear. "You feel incredible."

I whimpered, my fingers flexed on his back. He started to move.

It was slow at first, with measured movements, each of the deep thrusts sending shock waves of pleasure through me. It wasn't just about the physical sensation but it was the way he handled me like he knew what I needed even before I did.

The tension increased and my grip on him grew tighter and tighter with every deliberate stroke. He angled his hips, his shaft hit something deep inside me and I couldn't help it. I cried out and when I looked at him, he had a wicked smirk on his face.

"Right there, huh?"

"Yes..." I gasped. I didn't even know I said that.

He did it again, harder.

I clung to him for dear life, my breath shaky, my body twisting and turning under the rhythm he started, going from slow and teasing to desperate as he wanted.

My hands wavered, my hips tried to take over the pace but he kept me pinned beneath him, I was mindless.

I cared about nothing beyond this moment. Nothing beyond him.

My fingers raked over his back and he groaned, his pace faltering for half a second before he went in again. This time harder, rougher, hungrier, the pressure inside me coiled so tight my body trembled under it.

"Cum for me," he murmured against my ear.

I had no choice in the matter. I was going to cum whether he liked it or not.

The pleasure crashed over me, consuming me as my body tightened around him as I cried out.

He followed just seconds later, his moan came as a guttural sound from his depth.

He buried all of his shaft deep within me, his body shuddering.

For a moment, my eyes were closed and all that I could hear was the sound of our breathing, mingled in the room.

Then he pulled back, just enough to look at me, there was a satisfied smile on his lips.

"You're something else."

I let out a laugh, although I had lost my breath. "So are you..." my heart was beating so fast.

I enjoyed this, I didn't know him and he didn't know me so we could be hundred percent free to explore as much as we wanted without shame or fear.

And that's exactly how I wanted it.

I would go for more but I had to give us a moment to rest.

I looked up at the ceiling, the sheets were tangled beneath us, as evidence of what had just happened.

I let him have his breather and when I was sure that I had regained my strength, I made my move.

I shifted against him, my fingertips trailing lazily down his stomach, feeling the slow rise and fall of his breath. His chest was slippery with a light sweat and his body heavy beside me.

He smirked but his eyes weren't open. "After that?"

I leaned in, brushing my lips against his ear. "I don't like to waste an opportunity."

His chuckle was deep, dark and wicked but it ended in a sharp gasp when my hand moved lower, as I pressed my body against his slowly.

"Damn," he said, his cock already responding to my touch.

I grinned when I noticed what was happening. "Too much too soon?"

That got a reaction from him.

In a quick move, he flipped me onto my back, his weight holding me down. His mouth found mine, I tasted the heat and hunger, my hands gripped his hips as he settled between my legs once more.

"Never."

He reached for another condom and put it on.

The second time was different, on another level.

I had no idea this could be like this.

Outer worldly.

Slower, deeper, I felt every inch of his meat, his hands gripped my thighs to keep me in place. He kissed me like it meant something like he wanted to give me every ounce of pleasure the world had to offer.

And he did.

I shattered beneath him, my legs shaking and my body completely spent. He groaned loudly as he came again. His body tightened and his movements turned frenetic before he finally let me go. He collapsed on me with a sigh.

He didn't move for a while, neither did I.

He shifted, rolling back onto his side with a contented smile. "You're going to ruin me but how's that for too much too soon?" He murmured with a yawn.

I smiled in the dark. "It was... you know what it was."

He hummed a response, his breath had evened out, his body loose.

He had fallen asleep, worn out and spent.

I wanted to let myself enjoy these final moments but I knew I couldn't stay.

So I waited.

And when I was sure he wouldn't stir, I slipped out of the bed and carefully gathered my clothes, my legs were still very unstable but I knew if I didn't get out of here now. Tomorrow will be more complicated.

I didn't leave a note. No goodbye.

Didn't look back.

By the time he would wake up, I might already even be in my room packing what I could, leaving the memory and my father's house behind.