Thorn Between Brothers

His Mind

Trevor's laughter echoed through the luxury suite of the hotel, along with Miranda's giggles as they stumbled toward the bedroom. Trevor had said something along the walk, making both laugh, but had no reaction from Tristan. Tristan trailed behind, his mind still fixed on the server whom he should have followed instead.

"Come on, Tristan, lighten up!" Trevor called out, as he turned his gaze over his shoulder, turning back to place a kiss on Miranda’s neck, earning him a sultry moan."You're going to miss out on all the fun?"

Tristan's jaw stiffened. He knew he was right. They had spent quite some time talking about Miranda and having her attend to their sinful needs, plus he knew better than to resist Trevor's persuasive charm. With a resigned sigh, he followed them into the bedroom.

Her mouth fell open, and her gaze shifted between both men. She knew of their reputation already, so there was no confusion between them. They stared back at her with hungry gazes. The corner of her mouth curled.

Why shouldn’t she do this? Wasn’t this on every woman’s bucket list whether they were willing to admit it or not?

The night blurred into a haze of champagne, s*x and skin, the three of them tangled in a mess of sheets and limbs. But even as Tristan's body responded to his s****l urge, his mind still wandered back to the server.

Her dark hair, her piercing green eyes, the way she'd moved like she was going to collapse any moment... It was as if her image had been injected into his brain system.

He could not think straight nor shake off the feeling that he had missed out on something real with her. Something that went beyond the ordinary pleasure of a one-night stand.

But that was absurd. Tristan Zachary had never lasted more than one night with the same woman. At least not without his brother.

It was a rumor that had circulated among the city's elite, a whispered tale of the Zachary brothers' decadent lifestyle. They were the princes of excess, the gods of s*x. People spoke of their cold gazes, and their ability not to mix pleasure with business, but what stood them out was their reckless affairs with women. It was always the same woman.

As the night wore on, Tristan found himself growing increasingly restless. It was not because the rumors were true. Well, they were half true, but he couldn't give a damn.

He watched as Miranda tried to give him pleasure using her mouth, making sultry noises while his brother slowly plunged into her. It should feel like every other night with their women except it was not. He wasn't in his right state of mind as he was so rough with her mouth. He plunged harder and faster into her mouth, earning him more sultry noises from her which proved she loved it anyway. His body craved more pleasure, but he wanted dominance, and he couldn't dominate as his mind was still restless.

He excused himself from the bedroom, leaving Trevor and Miranda to their own sinful desires.

Their success had come at a price. They had worked damn hard to get there, but they had achieved success beyond most people’s imagination, and they had done it by the time they reached their thirties.

At thirty-eight, the Zachary Brothers, as they were known to be – Tristan and Trevor, were touted as some of the most successful business men in the world. They had not been born into wealth as their parents had died a few years before they finished university but had become entirely comfortable roaming with the elites, although their sister wasn't.

Their sister, Eloise, a sweetheart, decided to get away from all the drama with the elites and is now studying at a foreign varsity.

He walked down to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of whiskey as he stared out the window to clear his head. The lights of the city shined so beautifully, but he could not see it as his mind was on someone.

Where was she now? What was she doing?

Tristan's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Trevor’s cough, followed by Miranda's giggles. He turned to see Tristan walking towards him, a smirk plastered on his face. It was evident that he had enjoyed himself. I mean, Miranda is a beautiful lady.

"Enjoyed yourself?" Tristan asked, raising an eyebrow.

Trevor chuckled, turning his gaze back to the door. "You know it. Wore her out, she's fast asleep. But I have to say, you seem a bit... distracted."

Tristan shrugged. "Just thinking about business."

Trevor's eyes narrowed. "Don't pull that business and work s**t stunt on me, Tristan. I know you too well, brother. You never think about business during our fun hours. Something is going on, tell me what's going on?"

Tristan sighed, his hand went through the strands of his hair. "It's just…” he took a pause before speaking up again. “I met someone last night. A server at the gala."

Trevor looked at him, confusion slightly etched on his face as he recalled the lady whom Tristan was talking about. "That server? That's a new one for you."

Tristan did not care, but he knew Tristan was right. She did not look like his type. “Hmm, I did not ask for your suggestion."

Trevor held up his hands in defeat. "Come on man, I'm just teasing. So, what's so special about this server girl?”

Tristan's eyes drifted off, his mind conjuring up the image of the server once again. "I don't know. She just... got under my skin, I guess."

Trevor's expression turned serious. "Hmm. Wait, we are still talking about the one from the party right. The one you didn't talk to?

Tristan didn't answer him, rather took a sip of his whiskey as confirmation.

“You were probably curious. Go to the other room. I’ll stay with Miranda. You will feel better in the morning, trust me." Trevor replied.

Tristan nodded, but his mind was already made up. Even though he wanted to believe Trevor and let it go, he could not. He was going to find out more about that server girl.