Kate sat by the window beside Alex, watching as the moon penetrated through the thick cloud to cascade down on earth.
She was all too aware of the handsome man beside her, loving the seeps of heat that drifted from his body.
Alex had held her possessively from the very moment they left the restaurant down to the airport. He didn’t let go of her and Kate loved it.
A shiver worked it’s way down her spine as Alex’s broad palm caressed the skin of her thighs. Damn, Kate’s already creaming for the man.
Angela’s tender care for her last night had helped to ease all sorts of soreness, right now she felt none. Only the seamless ring of arousal snaking up her thighs to hammer over her sex.
She’s clean which she’s all too happy about. So, she’s ready to act whatever scene she’ll be told to act.
However, in between, thoughts about her family winds it’s way through her mind. Tiffany called earlier in the day and told her about the doctor’s words concerning their father’s operation and the need to perform the surgery.
That actually added to Kate’s problems. She hasn’t made such an amount of money that'll be deposited before any sort of operation will be done. And that’s making her worried.
When she talked with their father, he tried to keep his voice normal as a way to will Kate’s mind away from his illness.
He told her that he's feeling much better …but Kate knows that to be a huge lie. Their father is very good in bottling things up.
The only conclusion she drew was to keep acting more roles. If she’s lucky she'd reach the level of senior actress and get more pay.
She knows she needs to work her way to the top and not to use the twins closeness as an excuse to climb to the top.
Kate shuddered when the hand on her thigh clenched tightly on her, her skin burning from the pains of it.
Kate looked over, noticing the trembling head and features of Alex. His eyes are tightly shut. She doesn’t know if he's dreaming or…just finding it difficult to relax into the chair and sleep.
They’re in a plane and other passengers around them are sleeping. There flight got delayed at the airport which was why they are flying late now.
Angela is sitting before Kate and Alex, likewise the man Angela was supposed to shoot a scene with and the crew members .
Kate held Alex’s hand, and squeezed but he didn’t stop jerking his head.
What is wrong with him?
“Alex…what’s wrong?” She leaned closer and whispered against his ear. He jerked, the veins by the sides of his head corded.
He’s swimming in the deepest of dreams.
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She’s thrashing against him. Slamming her fist on his face but it didn’t make him stop.
She pled. Cried.
Willing him to stop. When she called onto his brother his rage and jealousy fueled to the nth degree. At that he continued.
Making her weep. Weeping slowly bled to hoarse cries of defeat.
He didn’t stop. He wanted her…for himself. He wanted her to find him attractive too. To share on his feelings. To reciprocate the love he has for her.
But no…she chose the other to him. She chose to confess her love to his brother and not him.
She went against their triad relationship and chose one brother against the other.
Why?
Doesn’t she know they share the same blood. That they’ve done things together since their mother left them. They've suffered together, that in the midst of the life suffering and struggle they blended their souls as one.
Emotions as one.
They were never supposed to do things separately.
One. That was the oath of their brotherhood.
One in skin. One in blood.
But she wanted to destroy it. No…she destroyed it.
Left him broken. Left him feeling like he wasn’t enough. Left him feeling like his brother was better than him. Despite the sacrifices. All the while they were growing up, he played his role well as a brother, ensured he put a smile on his brother’s face.
But…that very moment she confessed her love for him…it was as if his brother changed towards him.
It grated his nerves. So he wanted to remind her what he's capable of. To remind her that he can pleasure her in the same way she thought his brother does.
To show her his love for her. But when she saw him emerge in this room…when she whiffed his scent her whole body changed.
Was she disgusted by him?
Why?
He had everything his brother has…why?
Why can’t Cheska love him like she loved his brother.
Cheska…she hurt him. Plunged him into inferiority complex. She scoffed at the birthday gift he got for her. Oh, that had an inferno burn inside him.
Then she blatantly told him. “I’m sorry Alex but Aiden is the one I love…”
Those words…it broke his heart into a thousand tiny pieces.
Cheska chose his brother to him.
But…their brotherhood made it clear to love and share one woman. And he followed the rules. He loved her.
His first love.
Those words scorched a part through Alex and then he stomped away…wanting to relief himself.
But the only thing that could come to his mind was to show her what he was capable.
He really did.
However, instead of doing it the right way…to embraced the cloud of darkness that had been rearing its head.
Then…he took the wrong decision.
A decision that till today plagues his mind.
He broke their brotherhood unintentionally.
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It’s as if a heavily weighted stone pressed down on him. He tried, struggled to breathe through it but it’s not working.
Then he felt a hand softly, caressing his thigh. Whispering soft words into his ears.
“It’s okay. Don’t be afraid, it’s okay.” The woman’s soft spoken words filtered through his ears.
Who is she?
Where is he?
Alex’s mind is fucking disoriented and he struggled to pull himself together.
Hard at first, then he chose to home-in his focus on the tender touch against his blazing skin.
It worked and he fluttered his eyes open.
Kate’s blue eyes devoured his…face.
“Kate…?” Alex worded, noticing the uncompromised position he was in. He sprang up quickly.
“Hey, calm down.” Kate coaxed. Not wanting their fit to attraction attention.
Alex heaved a sigh and relaxed back on the chair, well aware of what happened.
It’s the past again, raging against his dreams. The cascading hand of Kate down his back helped him to regain his mind.
If only he could stop the thoughts or let the cat out of the bag.
What happened to Cheska? Is she still alive? Or did she die after that night?
Alex needed a closure but it’s furthest from him.
Very far.
“Was the dream that bad?” Kate’s words permeated through the pores of his head.
“No…it’s okay, I’m good Kate.” His husky voice made out.
Kate nodded.
When Alex looked into her eyes…all he could see was Kate’s love for him.
Wait…is it real?
Does Kate feel something for him? Alex thought.
A flicker of hope flashed in his heart.
Spurred by instincts, Alex inclined close to Kate and smashed his lips against hers.
A maelstrom of need filled his veins. Mistakenly, Angela looked back and saw them kissing.
Angela watched knowing one thing at the moment, Alex feels something for Kate. Is that even possible knowing who he is?
Alex clung his pudgy hand in the tangled mass of her chestnut hair, letting his tongue and lips to wade through hers. He spotted his hard-on, feeding exceedingly on the soft lush of Kate’s lips.
She arched into him, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and tugged. She’s creaming too much.
What is wrong with her?
Why is she obsessing over two blood brothers? This is wrong. So wrong. It'll only tear them apart. Kate thought. But she didn’t stop taking the kisses, the soft brush of his lips over hers or the delicious tangle of her lips over his. She took all he had to offer and she offered all she have to him.
If Kate loves him…then he'd ensure to make her love him and not Aiden. He’d ensure to own her. Aiden can never come in between them. Kate’s his. Alex thought….
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