MY BROTHER'S WIFE?
1118 Words
CHAPTER THREE
Alexander's Pov.
I stared intensely at the gorgeous lady serving breakfast, wondering if it was the same lady I f****d in the restroom last night at the club.
Was she a maid during the day and a prostitute at night?
My eyes narrowed at her intensely, trying to get a clearer vision to be sure I wasn't mistaking, but the nervousness in her face and eyes when our gaze met confirmed it all.
She was the girl from last night!
“Today is a good day, and I am in a happy mood because my first son just arrived; you can eat with us. Sit and eat,” Mother said to her.
She nodded obediently and sat beside my Mother, only for Mom to yell at her.
“Don't sit next to me, go sit next to your husband!” She spat disdainfully.
“Husband?!” I stupidly blurted out.
“Oh, yeah,” Ethan ran his long left finger through his hair. “She is my wife,” he announced coldly.
“Yes, Alexander,” Mother said. “He got married months ago; you were too busy to come for the wedding; that's why we didn't bother inviting you,” she added, taking a sharp sip of her coffee.
I paused for a moment, my mind racing, thinking of how to process this whole information.
First, Ethan married without my awareness
Second, I f****d his wife in a club’s restroom yesterday.
A sharp feeling of guilt and despair crawled in my heart as my eyes darted around the dining palace, thinking of the best response to give to the f*****g not-so- good-news I was just told.
“Well, happy married life bro,” I managed to say, smiling at Ethan. “And welcome to our family,” I said to his wife, whose p***y gripped my d**k so tightly last night.
“Thank you, brother-in-law,” she muttered, her face fixed on the plate of food before her.
The room suddenly became grave silent as we ate our food, the only sounds echoing was the clattering sound of cutleries.
I and Ethan’s wife kept stealing glances at each other as we ate. She was exceptionally beautiful and calm. Her nails and cheek were redder than the color red itself.
“Alexander,” My Mom called, distracting my mind from the sinful thought I was having about my brother's wife.
“I think you should go with Ethan to the factory today. We have done so much in your absence and I am sure you would be proud of us,” she said, smiling widely. “I can't wait for you to see everything.”
“I'm just as excited as you are, Mom, but I need some rest. The journey was a long one,” I exaggerated.
“Oh dear, you really have to rest then,” she agreed.
“Does this mean I will have to go alone?” Ethan asked curiously.
“No, son. I will come with you,” she replied sharply.
The main factory was quite a distance from here. It is located in Les Vegas, an hour's road trip from here.
“I will be there by tomorrow, I just need some rest,” I emphasized again, aware of my burning desire to question Ethan's wife immediately they were out.
“It's fine, Son. Laura will fix you something for lunch,” she said calmly.
Laura. That's her name. I glanced at her and nodded slowly. “Okay, Mom. Thank you.” I muttered.
She averted her gaze to Laura. “Make him something nutritious for lunch.”
“Yes, ma'am,” Laura nodded.
Observing her countenance, one could tell something was off. And I am determined to find what that could that me.
“Well, Son,” my mom's voice came up again. “I think we have to go now. The production team are waiting for us,” she said, cleaning the corner of her lips with a serviette.
As the meal came to a close, Ethan and my mother prepared to leave for the factory. Laura, still avoiding eye contact with me, began to clear the table.
"I'll walk you out," I said, pushing my chair backwards from the table, I stood up.
We chatted as the three of us walked out of the room to the garage. They hop into the car, advised to sleep well and eat well. We bid goodbye, and they drove off.
Once Ethan and my mother were gone, I hurriedly matched into the living room. I slammed the door shut and locked it firmly.
“Laura,” I called loudly, my voice echoed in the big house, but there was no response.
“Laura?” I began to climb the staircase, leading to the room I suspected was hers.
I got to the hallway, and I stood and observed for a while; it had been two years since I left for business training in India, shortly after Papa’s death.
Now, everything in the house has changed and upgraded, including my brother's marital status.
I was still busy admiring the new interiors when I heard a feminine voice sobbing from the door opposite me.
I turned towards the sound, my eyes fixed on the door. I took a step forward, my heart pounding, I wanted to twist the doorknob, but I heard muttering words, so I paused and eavesdropped.
“No, Bella. I'm so ashamed,” she sobbed softly, her voice resounding through the door to my ear.
“I had no idea he was Ethan's brother. I was f*****g horny,” her teary voice continued to lament.
A few seconds of silence followed before she spoke again. “No, Bella. I haven't f****d in twelve months now,” she added, her sobbing switched into a loud cry.
“I feel so ashamed and disgusted,” she confessed. “How do I face the truth that I had f****d two blood brothers?!” She blurted out, her voice still teary and cracking.
“If Madam Amanda ever finds out, I would be doomed for life. She doesn't joke with her sons and their reputation.”
I know there is nobody else in the house with us and she is definitely on the phone with a friend.
Slowly and quietly, I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.
She was sitting on the bed, her back to me. She was sobbing uncontrollably, her body shaking with each cry. I felt a surge of guilt and regret, knowing that I had directly contributed to her distress.
“Laura, I need you to calm down. You are not in trouble,” he said softly.
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