In love with my Husband's brother

Drunken Interlude

CHAPTER 4

Taylor's POV

God, if she didn’t send electricity to my dark and non-existent soul. I didn’t sense even a hint of the crazy I’d seen in other girls; I was happy I decided to follow that prick when I saw him going after her. My only regret was that I left her sitting alone, almost empty at the bar when I knew the dangers of loneliness could do to a soul. I didn't know what she was going through, but it was no other than pain and sadness, the type that churns your stomach slowly and leaves you lifeless on the floor, gasping for air. My only regret was that this beautiful, delicate, and amazing moment of my life, was not more than just a drunken interlude.

The ear-piercing sound of my alarm caused my eyes to flutter open. I finally was wide awake and aware… aware that my woman was not in my arms.

My Woman!? I've never regarded Stephanie as my woman, so who was this woman my head was aching about? I sat up on my bed, rubbing the heaviness from my eyes but she was still on my mind.

The innocence of that woman's voice and the way she carried herself. The emotions in her eyes, her delicate movements, her fragile disposition, and the perfection with which her body dipped or popped. The beautiful curls that framed her face, her freckles, unbelievably long lashes, unreal winter blue eyes, plump soft lips, melodious moans when she cried with pleasure.

Such perfectionism seemed unreal until I unlocked my phone and saw her face staring into mine with my ash-colored wool jacket wrapped around her. This fleeting moment captured on my camera was enough for me to confirm she was real and wasn't just a figment of my thoughts or a dream.

But where was she? My gaze shifted to my nightstand and noticed a pile of cash and a pink paper with a handwritten note on it.

“Hi, it's me. The woman you saved yesterday. I had to borrow your jacket and a pair of pants I saw in your wardrobe. I don't want you to think I stole from you so I dropped some cash so you could replace them. This is me saying sorry and thank you the only way I can….that I should”

I reread the note three times over and roared out into a peel of laughter. I laughed so hard that tears streamed from my eyes and my stomach hurt but it wasn't because I found the issue amusing. In truth, I was boiling with anger, shame, and regret.

What the hell did that woman take me for? She couldn't even wait for me to wake up and she didn't have the courtesy to put her name, number, or address somewhere.

Tch…

I remembered the kneading of her breast and how evenly our fingers fit when we interlocked. How sweet and soft her lips were, how effortlessly my hands molded into her curves as though her body was made for me, and how vulnerable she'd been underneath me. There was no mistaking the emotions in her eyes when I stared into her eyes. This woman, whoever she was, had sparked a flame in me that I thought would remain missing in my life; she had dug a depth in my soul, I didn't know existed in me and that's how I knew I couldn't let this be a mere drunken collision.

The sound of my phone ringing caused me to snap back to reality.

“Hello”

“Hey, Taylor, About time you answered your phone.” Gillian's voice sounded from the other end of the call. “What the hell were you up to last night that you didn't answer any of my calls or texts?”

“I was occupied”

“With what? Don't even say work because we are done with that”

“Let's just say I'm practicing how to swallow whatever hard pill I'd be forced to take during dinner or Thanksgiving or whatever it is my family is having” Gillian laughed at my choice of words.

“Was that why you ditched me at the club? I'd have said you bright a shawty home but that's my thing." he hissed and I imagined grabbing his hair for the umpteenth time. "What time are we leaving?"

"8 pm"

"Going late to a family function as usual"

"My only family is dead. Be ready by 8 PM" I said and hung up.

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I pulled over my black Lamborghini truck at the mansion and climbed out without bothering to open Stephanie's door even though I knew that was all her delayed exit was all about.

“We are at your parent's house, Taylor. You need to stop acting like an old grumpy grandpa and start acting like a gentleman.” I had the urge to correct her and say my father and my stepmother but I didn't want to waste my saliva on her.

I used to worship Stephanie until I caught her having s*x with my Driver in my car.

On that very day, I had a meeting with a top client and for some reason, he said he didn't want to be seen with me so I had my Driver go pick him up with me inside the Car. I installed a Camera and an audio recorder in the car just in case, since I wasn't there with a secretary or any other person at that. After we dropped him off at a distance, my driver took me home by a different route. I was so exhausted that I forgot to turn the camera or the audio off and went to take a nap. In the evening after I was well rested, I decided to go through the footage and that’s when I watched the most wrecking clip of my life; my wife was straddling my Driver in the driver's seat and grinding him like her life depended on it. The fact that they switched styles and she confessed that he was a better fucker than me broke me in ways I couldn’t explain. After that time, I put a spy on her and discovered my Driver wasn't the other man she f****d. She was f*****g her so-called business clients and my stepbrother—whom she spend her last business trip with.

Standing on the front porch made me recollect how things moved from being sweet to bad in the twinkle of an eye. After my mother died, my father brought in a woman who happened to be the woman he married before my mother. I was shocked to know that my father had a son who was three years older than me and kept it from my mother until she died from cancer.

I swallowed, pulling my thoughts back to the present moment. I looked down at Stephanie when the sweet fragrance of her perfume hit my nose. Stephanie was a woman of class; effortlessly beautiful and spontaneous. Her skin was like milk and her hair was like window blinds. She had the perfect body but none of those attracted me at not anymore. Before I thought she was a Deity but now, I knew better. She was nothing but a pretty shell. Pretty on the outside but rotten and empty inside.

To me, she was like an empty old house. Worthless.

“Let’s go,” Stephanie said and interlocked her arm in mine, smiling brightly as she spotted the perfect daughter-in-law charade.

“Go in. I’ll join you there” I replied in a monotone voice. She wanted to protest but I removed her hand from mine and walked off before she got the words out.

“Won't you just file for a divorce instead of keeping everything bottled up? She doesn't even care about how you treat her. I think you will only hurt yourself more and in the end, you'd still be the one to lose” Gillian said after he patted my shoulders.

“No. I want her to enjoy her game and play the victim until she gets tired and decides to leave by herself.” I replied to him. Until now, Stephanie still didn’t know that I know she f***s my stepbrother and driver, to mention a few.

“Will you be able to handle seeing her with Cole in the same room?” he asked. I could sense that he was truly concerned.

“Let’s see” I turned around and walked inside the house with Gillian trailing right behind me.