Fake vows, forbidden hearts.

Chapter four

I went over to Felix’s office and met him chatting with Phillip; I've only ever seen him free with him.

“You don't knock?” was the first thing Felix said to me immediately he saw me. I was startled.

“Jezz dude, she's your wife.” Philip teased while Felix eyed him.

“You called me to your office; why are you sounding like you weren't expecting me?” I felt offended.

“Common courtesy demands you knock before going into an office...”

“Common courtesy demands you don't be an asshole.” Given the leverage I have on Felix, I felt confident enough to speak to him in that manner.

“Asshole? That's the first,” Felix responded, chuckling.

“Hey guys, let's stop arguing like newlyweds,” Philip said, laughing.

“No, no, I'm loving this,” Felix admitted.

Philip got up and shook his friend. “Well, in that case, I'd let you guys be. Got some errands to run.” Then he strolled out of the office.

I walked closer to Felix; he was standing beside his chair, and I felt like a cat standing next to a tiger.

“You should learn how to speak to me with some respect… I'm your wife.” I said daringly, flashing my wedding ring at him. I didn't get to that point of my life by being timid and easily intimidated.

“Hmm, really,” he murmured with a smirk. I could feel his warm breath on my face, and his rich perfume scent made me not want to leave his presence.

“My wife? Then why don't you come closer?” Felix said and immediately pulled me closer to him with force, by my waist.

We gazed into each other's eyes for a moment. His eyes were gorgeous, and they sparkled. For a moment there I thought we would kiss, because he brought his lips closer to mine and his hand remained on my waist. I got honry and honier each passing second. I wished he would tear off my blouse and seize my breasts, then he would suck on it, so deeply and so passionately that I would c*m from it. But he wouldn't stop there; he would raise my skirt and carry me on his waist, then we would kiss like desperate fellows, and he would f**k so hard with his big d**k…

“My wife is my f*****g property…” Felix said to me without breaking eye contact.

“Yes, daddy,” I was already moaning.

“I would do with you whatever I like…”

“f**k me, choke me, do whatever…”

“And my word is your every command,” he said, and I nodded shamelessly. Then he put his finger into my soaking wet p***y, and I moaned.

“f*****g cheap b***h, you're already wet as hell,” he laughed and let go of me.

I didn't know which I felt more, disappointment or embarrassment.

“Get the f**k out of my office, horny b***h, and Chloe would take you to the closet to assist you in picking a few elegant dresses. We have a gala tonight; you must look regal. She would take you to get your hair and makeup done as well.” Mr. Blackwood instructed and sat down.

I immediately left without a word and to stop looking like a moron.

In the closet with Chloe, we observed some nice dresses, and she allowed me to explain to her what style and color I would be more comfortable in so she would be able to style me. While doing that, I heard a voice from behind me.

“Chloe sweetheart, please leave us.”

“Of course, sir,” she responded and left with immediate effect.

I turned back to see it was Damian; he had been in the closet room all this while. I frowned at him.

“Don't worry, she will be back, so you both can continue with your oh so elegant, so nice makeup over,” he mimicked. But I said nothing to him.

“Why didn't you respond to my text?”

“I was going to…”

“But?”

“I'm your brother's wife,” I replied.

“You didn't know that before you came into my room begging, ‘Oh please f**k me f**k’”

“Shhhh,” I hushed him as I looked around to find anyone. “Yes, I didn't know, and please, it should stay between us.”

“Why? You don't have anything to lose, and besides, I already have feelings for you,” he said casually.

“Oh, please don't be ridiculous.”

“You are not truly married to my brother; what would he care if you decide to have a little fun?” he tried to convince me.

“Stop poisoning my mind and please leave; I have things to do,” I told him in a rush.

“Only if you promise to come over to my room tonight after the gala thing. Oh my goodness, I love watching you f**k yourself and moan and all that wetness…”

“Hey, hey, please not here. I would come.” I lied, maybe.

“I don't care if you're lying. If I don't see you in my room by midnight, I will come to yours,” he said slyly and strolled away.

I took a breath before Chloe came back in. Have I gotten myself entangled with two brothers?