Owned By My Brother’s Bestfriend

The sound of my phone ringing was what brought me out of my sleep as a groan leaves my lips, my eyelids flutters open, a bit heavy and very much reluntant.

Immediately the sunlight poured through the open gap in my curtains, striking me right in the face and making me hiss under my breath as I squeeze my eyes shut again, burying my face deeper into the pillow.

Five more minutes, I just needed five more minutes

But whoever was on the other line was relentless, as my phone continued to ring. With another exhausted sigh, I forced my eyes open again, reaching for it, only to halt my movement as my body goes completely rigid.

I was laying in my bed

Every trace of sleep vanished almost instantly, and I shot upright so fast that I felt my head begin to spin. My gaze darted wildly around my room before settling back on the slight rumbled bed beneath me.

No

Last night came rushing back in broken piece, Noah, Christian. The rejection and humiliation.

After that, I had stumbled back into my room just to collapse at the foot of my bed, crying until there was nothing left inside me. I remembered hugging my knees to my chest, refusing to move, refusing to think and then..

Nothing

My brow hitched together when I don’t remember climbing into bed or pulling the blankets over myself, and it didn’t helps that I had remembered forgoting to lock my bedroom door with the number of people that had been present last night.

A fresh wave of unease settled over me

Throwing the covers aside, I hurriedly looked myself over and relief washed through me when I realized I was still wearing the same dress from last night, every button exactly where I had left it.

I released a shaky breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding, Lucas, It had to have been Lucas. He must’ve found me asleep and carried me into bed.

The thought settled some of the panic twisting inside my chest, though an odd feeling lingered at the back of my mind, one I couldn’t quite explain.

My phone rang again, dragging me from my thoughts, reminding me of what had woken me in the first place. I reached across my nightstand, my fingers fumbling blindly until they closed around my phone. Bringing it up to my face, I squinted at the bright screen.

Jade Davis, my bestfriend since diapers

I dragged a hand through my tangled hair before clearing the thickness from my throat and answering the call, “Hello.”

“Heeey!” she practically sang into my ear, her voice bursting with enough energy to wake the entire neighborhood, “So, how did it go? Did he blow your mind away, did you and Noah spend the whole night being all lovey dovey and cuddling while he swept you off your feet. Tell me everything! I’m literally dying of curiosity over here.”

My throat bobbed, the memory of Noah’s cold rejection slammed into me with brutal force as the tears I had barely managed to keep at bay burned the backs of my eyes once more.

Not now, please…not now.

I swallowed hard, willing the lump in my throat to disappear, but It didn’t.

“Hello?” She asked after a beat of silence, and the when I still couldn’t bring myself to answer, she gasped, “Oh my God…” her voice dropped into an exaggerated whisper, “don’t tell me he’s still in bed with you right now, that would be so swazz…but honestly,” she laughed, “I absolutely love that for you.”

Biting down on the inside of my lips so hard that it stung, I blinked rapidly against the tears threatening to spill over.

“Aurora,” this time her voice softened, the excitement from moments ago fading into concern, and when I didn’t answer, she called my name again, “Aurora, what’s wrong?”

My throat tightens painfully as I dragged a shaky hand through my hair. “He…” I whispered as the word caught, and I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing myself to say it, “he..he turned me down.”

Silence settled between us for a second or two. “What,” disbelief evident in her voice, “what do you mean he turned you down?”

A bitter laugh threatened to escape, but it died before it could leave my lips. “I told him how I felt,” my voice cracked, “and he… he flat out rejected me,” swallowing around the ache in my throat, “He said he sees me as nothing more than a friend.”

“Ouch,” Jade muttered. “That’s probably the worst way he could’ve put it,” then she fell quiet for a moment before speaking again, confusion lacing every word, “I could’ve sworn he felt something for you, Aurora. I’ve seen the way Noah looks at you like you’re his whole world. I just I don’t understand why he would reject you.”

A humorless laugh escaped me, “You were clearly seeing things that weren’t there,” I said quietly, “because he turned me down without a second thought.”

Silence settled between us again which only lasted for a few seconds but somehow felt much longer. Then Jade spoke again, her voice was gentle.

“Are you okay?” I let out a tired, humorless laugh.

“Considering I bawled my eyes out for nearly the entire night?” I said, staring blankly at the ceilings, “yeah, I’m fine.”

“Shit,” she muttered, guilt dripping from every syllable, “ If I had known this was going to happen, I never would’ve pushed you into confessing your feelings to him.”

I shook my head instinctively, even though she couldn’t see me. “It’s not your fault,” I said softly, “I mean it. It was probably for the best that I finally told him how I felt, at least now I know what he really thinks of me.”

Another silence followed, then she spoke with quiet determination, “You know what, I’m booking the earliest flight back.”

My eyes widened, “No, No, you’re not.”

“I’m not leaving you to deal with a broken heart by yourself.”

“And I’m not letting you cut short the vacation you’ve spent months planning with your family,” I shot back, “you’ve been looking forward to this for forever.”

“But…”

“No,” I interrupted gently, “I’m going to be okay.” I took a slow breath before continuing, “Just enjoy your time with your family, I know how much you’ve missed them, and I know how hard it’s been not getting to see them as often as you wanted,” smiling sadly to myself, “they need you right now more than I do.”

After a long moment, she let out a defeated sigh. “Fine,” relented, “but you have to keep me updated on how you’re doing, okay? I don’t want you wallowing in your feelings, not by yourself.”

A small smile tugged at my lips. “I’ll try not to.”

Before she could reply, I heard a woman’s voice faintly through the phone. “Jade Maria Bennett!” It sounded like her mother calling from somewhere in the house and Jade groaned.

“Coming!” she called back before returning her attention to me, “I’ve got to go. And Aurora?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t forget to keep me updated, okay?”

“I will.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Good,” a second later, the line went dead.

Lowering the phone from my ear, I let out a quiet sigh, glancing at the screen one last time, my eyes widened slightly. 12:07 p.m. I had slept through the entire morning.

Letting out another weary sigh, I tossed my phone onto the bed before falling backward onto the mattress, my gaze settling on the ceiling above. The dried tracks of last night’s tears still clung to my cheeks, making my skin feel tight and uncomfortable.

For a long moment, I simply lay there, letting the silence settle around me, then my stomach growled loudly, making me grimace. Right…I’d barely eaten anything last night.

With considerably less enthusiasm than I’d have liked, I pushed myself upright, my body ached with exhaustion as I dragged myself to my feet and shuffled toward the bathroom, hoping a shower might wash away at least some of the heaviness weighing me down.

I padded into the bathroom, flicking on the light before stopping in front of the vanity, and the woman staring back at me looked nothing like the one who had spent hours getting ready yesterday.

My hazel eyes were puffy and rimmed with red, evidence of a night spent crying. Faint mascara stains lingered beneath them despite my best efforts to wipe them away before falling asleep, my hair was a tangled mess, strands sticking out in every direction, while my lips had lost the rosy tint they had worn the night before.

I looked miserable

My gaze slowly dropped to the fitted burgundy dress clinging to my body and a bitter sigh escaped me, I’d spent nearly two hours picking it out, trying on dress after dress before settling on this one, even chosen a matching lace bra and thong, convincing myself that maybe, just maybe Noah would finally see me as more than his best friend.

God

The thought alone made me want to crawl into a hole

I felt pathetic, like a girl who had built castles in the sky only to watch them crumble before she’d even stepped inside.

Shaking the thoughts away, I peeled the dress off, tossing it into the laundry basket before stepping into a warm shower. The hot water washed away the remnants of last night’s makeup, and after quickly washing my hair and body, I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel.

A few minutes later, I changed into an oversized cream hoodie and a pair of gray cotton shorts before brushing my hair into a loose ponytail.

Leaving my room, I stepped into the quiet hallway, the house was unusually silent, causing me to frown.

Was Lucas even home? It was the weekend, so he should’ve been unless he’d made other plans.

“Lucas..” I called, nothing. “Lucas!” still no answer.

Figuring he was probably in his room with his headphones on, I headed in that direction. Halfway down the hall, my stomach let out another loud growl.

“Okay, okay,” I muttered.

Food first

Changing direction, I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen. The moment I reached for the refrigerator handle, a sticky note caught my attention.

Had to step out for a bit. You were sound asleep, so I didn’t want to wake you.

Breakfast’s in the microwave in case you wake up hungry.

Love, Lucas.

A small smile found its way onto my face, Typical Lucas

Opening the microwave, I found a plate of fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, buttered toast, and roasted breakfast potatoes. My stomach practically cheered.

I warmed it up before taking a seat at the kitchen island, eating slowly as the comforting meal settled the emptiness in my stomach. For the first time since waking up, I felt a little better.

When I’d finished, I rinsed my plate and decided a cup of coffee was exactly what I needed if I wanted to stay awake for the rest of the day. I had just pressed the button on the coffee machine when a dull thud echoed from upstairs causing me to freeze.

My brows knitted together, I thought the house was empty

The sound came again. Turning off the coffee machine, I slowly made my way toward the staircase.

“Lucas?” I called, climbing the first few steps. No answer.

A knot of unease tightened in my stomach. “Lucas?” I called again, louder this time.

I climbed the rest of the stairs cautiously, my footsteps slow against the hardwood floor. The sound came once more, it was faint this time, but unmistakable.

My gaze followed it to the guest bedroom at the far end of the hallway, the door stood slightly ajar, and a strange feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.

Lucas had said he’d stepped out, so who was in there?

Curiosity got the better of me

I found myself moving quietly down the hallway, each step slower than the last. My heartbeat quickened as I drew closer, my eyes never leaving the narrow gap between the door and its frame.

When I reached it, I stopped, pressing my palm against the cool wall beside the doorway, I leaned in carefully, my breath caught somewhere between curiosity and apprehension as I cautiously peered through the opening.

A woman’s voice rasped from the room. “I thought you said you weren’t in the mood.”

Then a low, unmistakable voice that answered sent a chill through me. “Maybe I changed my mind.”

Christian

My heart stumbled as I froze outside the door. What was he still doing here? Why hadn’t he left already? My brother wasn’t even home, so there was no reason for him to still be in the house.

A strange unease settled over me as I wondered how long he had planned on staying.

I slowly sauntered toward the opening and peered inside, the sight of him standing there with his back to me made my stomach tighten. My breath caught before I could stop it, as my eyes drifted over the dark ink stretching across his back to a tattoo I had never seen before.

From where I stood, I couldn’t make out the design clearly, only the faint outline of it disappearing across his skin. Another thing I didn’t know about him.

“I can’t help it,” the unfamiliar woman said, her voice carrying a teasing edge. “It’s hard saying no to you, It’s hard resisting you.”

Christian’s voice followed, calm and infuriatingly confident. “Then quit complaining, and do the fuck what you are supposed to do. Less talking, more sucking.”

My stomach begins to heat, and I swallow hard as my heart races. I’m aware I shouldn’t look, that I should turn around, walk away, and retreat to my room. But my feet remain rooted to the floor, completely betrayed by my own hesitation.

He has his back to me, his arms stretched above him as he grips the bar between the bedposts, his hips are moving, and her groans are getting louder.

The seductive flex of every strong muscle that runs from his back down to his tight ass and thighs makes his body incredibly sexy, even when viewed from a distance. And I hated it, hated that someone as infuriating as him could look so effortlessly captivating without even trying.

His grip tightened around the iron bar, his knuckles turning pale as the tension in his arms became more noticeable. Then I caught sight of her. A glimpse of blond hair, bobbing in front of him

My brows furrowed as confusion settled in, if he was going to do something like this, why hadn’t he simply shut the door. Did he not care who saw?

Yet here you are watching them. My consciousness pricks. I shake the thought off my head, deciding it was best to leave instead of standing here looking like a creep.

"Fuck. ” he groans, snapping my attention back to him.

I watch as he lifts her up, taking her chin between his fingers, and lifts her face toward him while he leans down. “Aren’t you an obedient little whore,” abruptly, he slaps her cheek, and I expected her to lash out at the assault, but instead she seems to be welcoming whatever this was.

Judging from their conversation and the way she didn’t seem to mind that he had hit her on the face, this wasn’t a first time thing.

Furrowing my brows as Christian stared at her body as though he treasured it and the pleasure it brought him, running his fingers down the slope of her nude back and all the way up her spine. The way she moaned aloud, her eyes closed, her mouth forming the perfect O, or the way he lifted his arm and smacked her ass with a loud crack.

I was definitely unprepared for it all, and she seemed to relishing on the sensation of his hand against her bare skin, and for some reason I felt my face flush at this

"I want to hear you,” he demands, his voice dark and low. “ Do not try to stop it, I want to hear your fucking screams, puttana.”

She nods, but he obviously doesn't like it, so he grabs her by the neck and presses her face on the mattress.

And as if i was thrown into an horror movie, Christian’s head lifts up, facing towards the direction of the door. My blood starts to run cold the moment our eyes meet. I'm motionless as his eyes hold me there, embarrassed that I've been caught yet unable to move.

He tightens his grip behind her neck, pressing her face deeper against the mattress while a smile twitches at the corners of his lips, One that felt completely predatory, hitting me in the most primal of ways.

My breathing hitched in my throat and I knew I looked like a deer caught in the headlights right now, my face turned the unattractive colour of a beetroot.

Okay, this was my cue to leave. I probably would have to wash my eyes off of everything I was seeing and try to forget ever seeing this. But something deep down tells me it wasn’t going to be as easy as I think it will be.

"Don't you dare move,” he says, and I’m unsure who he’s talking to. Her…or me?

"Master,” The woman moans.

"Stay right there.” He says before ramming into her with no warning. His eyes roll closed, every muscle in his chest pulled taut, his hips slamming into her with sharp, hard thrusts as if he’s punishing her, not caring whether he hurts her.

A sly grin tugs at his lips as he opens his eyes, sweat glistening on his face in the low light. His dark iris reflects every evil conduct and unethical intent and for some crazy weird reason, I feel a wetness begin to settled between my thigh.

This was crazy, all this was crazy.

I take a step back as a flood of shame sweeps over me and another, until I manage to finally shake the spell and turn away, then dash back down the hallway to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me, the coffee long forgotten.