Chapter 10

**Jason**



“If only you weren't his brother,”


Her sentence has been echoing in my head all day. It shouldn't affect me like this but it is.

The water from the shower slid down from my head to my naked body as I put my hands against the tiled walls.

With my eyes closed and my head bowed, as the water trickled down my back, my mind replayed the scene from this morning.

The way her body was pressed against mine, the way she grinded her hips on me, without even realizing it.


The taste of her lips as they molded so perfectly with mine, kissing me with such fervor. That sweet scent of her perfume intoxicated my senses with every breath.


The way her hands weaved through my hair, tugging at them, every time I bit her lips.


All this played in my head on a loop.


We were so close….so close to taking it to the third base. If that fucker didn't interrupt us, I was sure, Amara would have ended up bending on the table while I took her from behind.


One taste, all it took was one freaking taste, for me to desire her this much.


All those months ago, the night we spent together, was the best night I have had.


I had hooked up with countless women, never taking them seriously. Feelings were always a no for me. And the impossible was a relationship, that's why I only hooked up one time with any woman. Never let them have the idea that it could develop into something more.


With her, it was no different. It was just one night. She was a pleaser, submissive but demanding in bed. That's what I liked about her, her straightforward attitude.


We were up all night, making the most of it. It was rare to find such a good companion. She was that.


The next morning when I slid out of bed while she was sound asleep, I hesitated.


For the first time in my life, I hesitated to leave a one-night stand. She had a pull to her.


But I couldn't stay. I was attracted to her but I couldn't give in to my attraction and there was no time for relationships or even something equivalent to it, in my life.


So I left, after ordering my secretary to get me a bouquet of orchids. The first time I gave flowers to someone. I left them on the table with a note for her.


And every day since then, I would always think of her. It wasn't intentional. It was just random. Subconscious.


It wouldn't be a lie if I said I didn't regret leaving her alone that day.


But there was something much more important than my attraction for her that needed my time and mind.


So I did everything in my power to stop thinking about her, which included frequent hookups.


It was the easiest way.


But it only eased my frustration of not being able to touch her. Once in a while, I'd think of her anyway.


Then, I got to know about Luke's wedding, which I was only informed about a week before.


A few months before that Grandpa had proposed the marriage to me. I was the Eldest son and the girl he chose was one who didn't fit in the category of typical elite ladies. He said she was someone, I'd like but I refused.


Not even bothering to check the picture of the lady.


I punched the tiled wall before me in anger, if only I had checked the picture and said yes, she would have been my wife.


She wouldn't have married that asshole brother of mine. A cheater, a scum, who didn't how lucky he was to have her.


I was no better than him, but if she was my wife, I wouldn't even think of other women let alone sleep with one. Amara was beautiful, she wasn't your extraordinary type of beautiful. No. She was that kind of beauty, poets wrote poetry for, gentle and graceful, strong and confident.


But one mistake, and I was left regretting it all.

Now, not only was she Luke's wife, but also a pawn in my game.


Sighing, I turned the shower off and stepped out wrapping a towel around my waist.


That night I was only waiting for a hook-up when I found her in the corridor.


I didn't want to believe she was who I thought she was. But there was no other explanation for it. What business does she have in Harveys Mansion?


The next morning I was proved right when Grandpa introduced her to me as my sister-in-law.


It took everything in me to not beat Luke to a pulp and take her away. When I cornered her in the vacant room, It was more my desperation talking than my rationality.


I just wanted to have her to myself for a few minutes. I was sure I could convince her to have an affair with me, it would have been the greatest slap on Luke's face.


But she was a tough nut to crack.


In the morning I would have made her give in to her desires if Luke hadn't interrupted us.


Her resolve and her body practically melted in my arms when I held her as we kissed, it wouldn't have taken much time.


But that break in between gave her time to come to her senses.


I was going at it again until she stopped me.


And when she spoke those words before leaving me, I was left wondering if I only needed her as a pawn.


In the parking lot, I was waiting for her but unexpectedly she left with that asshole.


And when I saw them together, I knew she was not getting out of this game.


To achieve my goal, someone was bound to get hurt. It shouldn't matter if that's her.


I poured whiskey into a glass and tumbled it over in my mouth.


She wouldn't easily cave. I needed to change my ways. I needed to do something, so she'd be the one who would come to me on her own accord.


And, Once she does that, I'd make sure she wouldn't be able to get out of it.