Into The Wrong Brother's Arms

Chapter 3

Rhiannon POV

“What have I done!”

I slapped both my hands on my face as I trembled on the toilet seat in my guest room. Blood stained my thighs, and my v****a felt like they’ve been torn apart. They hurt so much while running out of Miles’s room this morning, making last night's stunt more hard to ignore.

Now I’m sober, and I can’t help but feel ashamed of myself. Thank God no one has arrived, or I’d be absolutely screwed.

And thank heavens Rhys was still fast asleep when I left because I don’t think I could face him now that I am much sober.

“Oh God, Rhiannon, you’re such a freaking i***t!” I cried out, smacking my face repeatedly until they stung, not bothering to hold back my sobs.

“What have I done?” Miles is my best/boyfriend, the one I love and wish to share my first time with. Why then did I end up giving my first night to his twins?

My mind drifted to the moment I had made this statement, “Isn’t it your fault I’m this way? You made me wait this long, refusing to acknowledge what was between us… so of course I’m starving for it now.” and the heat of shame flamed up my body.

“Oh God! What have I done?” I groaned into my palms. I had said all that to Rhys and not Miles?

This is a huge mistake. I thought to myself, my body trembling with the tension, and my heart breaking over again as I imagined Miles' face in my head.

Oh God! What would Miles think of me if he ever found out? I’ve kept myself untouched until he finally have the courage to put a name to our relationship. What would I do if he suddenly wants us to be official? What would I make of that after what happened between me and his twin? What would Miles think of me?

God! I’m such a disgrace. My parents would have a field day and have more to talk about if they ever find out. After all, what I did last night was shameful, a stain on myself and my family's reputation.

Yes, I was horny and drunk and fantasizing over my friend who wasn’t even my man....yet. But everyone is already shipping us, and I-I thought it was Miles...

“That bastard!” My fist clenched on my thigh, rage bubbling under my skin.

“That damn piece of a jerk took advantage of me! He knew I mistook him for Miles. He knew I was drunk, yet he touched me. That jerk knew!”

I cursed him until my eyes and voice hurt. But in the end, I can’t undo what happened. And I was partially at fault. Miles and Rhys are twins and alike in such a way that you have to look closely to see their differences, but they still have their differences. And if I weren’t drunk, if I had pushed back the need that drove me last night, I would have noticed the difference between them.

Feeling dejected and ashamed, I washed off the dried blood from my thigh and the remnant of his touch from my skin. However, even with that, the sting and the stain of my sin clung to my skin like a smoke that refused to leave.

With a sigh, I turned to the mirror only to recoil in shock.

Holy Cheese Sticks!

From my neck all the way down to my thigh were filled with hickeys.

Memories of last night flooded my head, and I turned beet red in shame as I remembered how I begged him for more, how I enjoyed his mouth on my skin, how I had leaned into his touch, wanting more, even getting agitated and frustrated when he mistakenly slipped out of me. How I had.....

God! Shame, heat my face again.

“No, this isn’t my fault." I shook my head, meeting my gaze in the mirror. "I was just drunk and high. He is the bastard who took advantage of that.” I whispered, gritting my teeth, knowing fully well I am lying to myself.

Yes, Rhys is a monster. A womaniser and a heartbreaker. He lives his life so recklessly without caring about his family or their reputation. And he changes women like diapers. And I’m just another victim. Taking my virginity would do nothing to his conscience. Not even if I'm his brother's woman...well, maybe not now, but it would be...soon.

Even if I confronted him about last night, he would probably smirk and make it all my fault.

“What should I do?” I muttered to myself, feeling my heart rate spike again. Maybe it’s best to pretend nothing happened and avoid him at all costs because nothing good would come from confronting him. It would only feed his ego.

After all, after the New Year celebration and Malena’s wedding party, I won’t have to see him again, as he is constantly flying in and out of the country. He never really stays with his family like Miles does. I would know that because I’ve been friends with the family for more than half of my life.

Rhys is more like an outcast of his family. He is not only dangerous, but he is unpredictable and a tricky person. A rebel with an intent to put shame on his family name rather than support its business that fed, clothed and sheltered him. He is a playboy, womanizer and every other bad thing. And now I understand why no one cares when it comes to him. So when he finally leaves again, I’ll be safe, and our paths won’t cross again. And what happened last night would be buried along with his presence.

Right!

“Miss Rhiannon, are you in there?” a voice called out from behind the door, and I jumped up in fright at the sudden and unexpected interruption. The door opens to reveal Elowen, one of Miles’s family maids.

“Elowen?” I muttered, my eyes round in confusion.

“Why are you here?” I asked the question in my mind before I could stop myself. They were supposed to arrive in four days.

The woman didn’t take it as an offence; instead, she chuckled. “Sir Miles told his parents you were here alone, so we came earlier to keep the house from feeling lonely for you.”

“Oh..” My cheeks turned a bit red.

“Miss Rhiannon, are you alright?”

“Huh? Oh-yeah, I’m fine.”

“Then why are you all covered up and so red? Is the house not warm enough for you? Should I ask them to turn up the heater?”

Oh Dammit. I can understand her confusion. For someone who loves skimpy clothes, I was dressed in a loose black skirt and a white turtleneck sweater to cover up the marks Rhys left on my skin. I had dressed like that since I planned to leave the house for a hotel, not expecting to find the family now in the house.

“I...well. You’re right. I’m not feeling too well. I got exposed to the cold last night, but I can manage. Don't worry about me.”

It was half true; I did get exposed to the cold.

“Oh, so sorry. Mother was furious that Sir Miles left you alone on your birthday. But it’s all good, everyone is waiting for you downstairs for breakfast. The hot food should warm you up.”

She grinned, but my heart only palpitated in response.

The family! Good God! Of course, the whole family is here. How fascinating to know.

I forced a smile, hiding the fear and the pain that came when I took a step forward. “I'd better go then, before the food gets cold. Thank you, Elowen.”

Damn you, Rhys.

Why the hell is your d**k built like a bulldozer?

I begged him to be gentle with me, to take it slow, and he still went rough like he had been starved of s*x, which was false, knowing his reputation. Now I'm forced to walk like I have something in between my thighs.

“Oh, by the way, Miss Rhiannon,” Elowen's voice stopped me, “Sir Miles’s twin brother came home last night. It was a shock to all of us as he had never attended a gathering like this. But I suggest you ignore him. He’s already stirring up trouble.”

My whole body went still and alert. “Oh...”

“You must have been really knocked out by the cold yesterday, not to notice.” She nodded in amazement, then leaned in. “You won’t believe this,” She glanced around before turning her wide blue eyes to mine. “He brought a woman into his room last night. I’m sure he didn’t realize you were here or that his family would be arriving late. He probably thought the house would be empty. They were so loud, their moans echoing through the entire place. It’s surprising you didn’t hear a thing.”