Came Back For Revenge, Stuck With My Ex's Brother

My Ex's Brother

ALAINA'S POV

Roman had helped me into his car, and later that day all I had remembered was getting drunk in Roman's mini bar.

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Something warm burned softly into my face. I could feel a warm light against my closed eyes. This should be a dream, right, Lord? I moaned into whatever surface I slept on. This was no bed, but it was nice; it brought comfort—warm, smooth, pulsing, hairy, and solid. This felt so nice as my hand raked over it. Was I on forest ground? I mumbled something even I couldn't comprehend as I snuggled deeper, half asleep. God knows how I dreaded waking up from this dream. Whatever I was on smelled like aged whiskey, and there was miraculously a hand in my hair, massaging my scalp. I hadn't felt like this in a long while.

This felt lovely until the surface developed a husky, rich human voice. “I wish we could just stay here forever, muffins.” Not… not until the surface developed a voice that sounded like Roman Lancaster, my hus… no, ex-husband’s twin brother’s voice.

I jerked awake as if I’d been splashed with cold water. My eyes widened in mortification as I stared down at Roman Lancaster, who now had his head resting in his hand, smiling back at me like w...we hadn’t just done something despicable...we didn't right? Oh we couldn't have right?

“No… no, I… I didn’t… we didn’t.” A hundred questions pictured on my face that I wished he could answer.

‘How did I get into his bedroom?!’

I shook my head continuously, trying not to believe I had… “Te… tell me we didn't do it, Roman.” The ache between my legs, the stickiness between my thighs, my naked body under the sheet now wrapped tightly around my chest… we di… ‘No, no, Roman might have another explanation.’ My throat turned raw, shame now flooding through my bloodstream.

“Do it?” I watched him fake a confused expression before his lips pulled into that grin he’d use when he did something shitty. “We didn't f**k? Oh, yes, we did, muffins.” His hand stretched out lazily, trying to pull me back to him by my waist, but I slapped his hands off. It didn't feel like the Roman who had stood by me yesterday but the rascal playboy. My lips began that insane tremble as tears burned hotly at the back of my eyes. “Hope those are f*****g tears of joy.” Roman sat up, his expression turned serious, and his jaw clenched tightly. “You are d…”

“Gosh, I hate you, Roman. I f*****g do,” I said, anger filling my voice. Why did he do that to me? I am his twin brother’s ex, and I clearly got divorced yesterday, and Roman had helped me work the divorce out. Why did he f*****g do this to me?! My fists pounded weakly against his solid thighs.

He caught my wrist mid-air, slamming me into his chest, his nose flaring like a bull. “Stop saying it like I r***d you when we were both into it last night,” he hissed, his fingers digging into the back of my head as we both let out heated breaths "That was ra..."

"No, it wasn't, you’ve divorced him. Don’t tell me you’re still into that piece of s**t when he did silly things to you?" His grip on my hair tightened as he waited for my reply. I glared at him, my chest rising and falling in anger and god knows what that is “You kno…” He pressed his forehead softly against mine. His lips which were parted slightly as he let out warm breaths through them, suddenly called to me like toffee. “Be with me, Muffins, please,” he pleaded.

'Where was this coming from?'

“f**k, I won't do what he did to you. I would treat you right…” His voice fell into a whisper before his lips found the crook of my neck, and my breath hitched. Butterflies flooded my stomach. I shouldn't be feeling this again, like we were eighteen once more and he had stolen my first kiss, but the more he kissed and sucked the skin on my neck, his wet tongue tracing down my collarbone, the more he did all of those, the more my brain cells melted into mush.

He grinded into me softly, the material of his briefs kissing my aching, naked, and needy core. “Roman,” that should have come out as a warning. When Luke had called me a b***h and w***e, maybe he was right, because I had just f****d his brother, and I was grinding back into him voluntarily, loving his hand now digging into my butt, his teeth nibbling my ear as he whispered sweet nothings. “I ca… can't seem to get enough of you, muffins. You intoxicate me. Every part of you intoxicates me. If you had only seen me and not him…”

It was still the same family. I would still be around the same family that had hurt me, that had made me think I was the problem. No, I can't. I pushed against his chest, having him fall back on the bed as I got off him, getting out of the sheet.

Finding the dress I had worn to court yesterday on the floor, tears falling freely down my eyes. “This was a mistake I regretted I had made with not anyone but you?” I said in disbelief as I wore my dress back, my panties nowhere to be found "I am so foolish for letting myself get so drunk yesterday, how could I?!"

I ignored his broken chuckle as I grabbed my sandals, heading towards the door of his room. My steps came to a halt as I heard, “Turn that doorknob and I won't save you, Alaina, from the press, from your family…” He laughed before he continued, "From my parents, because they are hell-bent on bringing you down for bringing embarrassment to their name. If you walk out of my f*****g house, you'd get handcuffed by the cops because they have made false accusations against you out there, but when you choose to stay with me...”

I turned back to him, my lips raised in a scoff. “When I stay with you, in your billion-dollar mansion, what happens, Roman Lancaster? Oh well, you won't treat me like your brother did, but what would you do with me? Make me your w***e and still f**k around with other women like you always do, you sick freak.” I hissed, turning the doorknob once more. “f**k the Lancasters, and f**k you and your depraved mind!” I spat, walking out of his room, walking out of his life.