Trapped Between Two Brothers

CHAPTER 4

Sophia cringed at his words. "Meet you in your room? What for?" She queried even when she already grasped his words to an extent. But she wanted to be more certain. Here is a man who doesn't even love her or show her any affection.

Michael raised his eyebrows; "Do you realize any other person does not know this marriage is on contract except the two of us? Mating is what couples do but unfortunately I dont just give you a sh*t about you. But we are still a couple. So, Stop talking as if it's a taboo. You should even feel privileged that I ask this of you" He uttered with arrogance.

Sophia opened her mouth as if to say something. But she never said it.

"Oh..and let me remind you, that ending this marriage before the specified time does not only lead you to jail, but failure to comply with the rules that I.. "he pointed towards his chest "lay down in this marriage"

Sophia got apprehensive with his words. She stood there and did not move. She felt intimidated just with the thought that this man could destroy her. She stared into his eyes which were dangerously captivating but she would rather die than have s*x with him. She finally managed to speak

"I do not want to have anything to do with you" she uttered firmly clinching her fists

Michael scoofed and did not say anything. He simply picked up his laptop, spectacles, and walked upstairs towards his room.

Minutes after, Sophia was done making her Orange juice. She had simply ignored her conceited husband and she got relieved he gave up on his insensitive request. She exhaled with satisfaction after sipping from the Juice. She grasped the jug containing the larger quantity of the juice and headed to her room.

But as she was few steps closer to her room, she was pulled aggressively that she almost slipped. The jug fell from her hands and got broken. She found herself in another room entirely bigger and more opulent. Michael had pulled her in and he shut the door firmly. He gave a devilish smile and thought about the nerves she had to even think he'd let her refuse his wishes. Sophia leaned at the wall for support she was utterly shocked, she gasped for breath her arms widely spread

Michael pulled up his shirt and his complete abs were visible to Sophia. He looked like a fitness Lord. He walked closer to Sophia and almost suffocated her with his face. He placed his right hands firmly on the wall. Sophia's heart pounded nervously as she stared at him. She was captivated by his striking looks, structural physique and alluring smell

"What are you... doing. Let me go" She said her voice cracking

Micheal gave her a smug look. His fingers tracing her neckline and abruptly his expression changed to a cold one. "I told you I don't get refused. Not by anyone and certainly not by a nobody like you"

"A Nobody that you still got married to" Sophia managed to speak with a bittered look. "you could have gone for any one of the sluts you carry around, why me?"

Michael was taken aback by her words. She rarely talked back at him. He felt he was losing his control and that made him furious

"Well because you needed that help! So badly. You should be thankful to me if not your father would have been 6fts down the floor!" He blurted out but that was a lie. He needed someone vulnerable that would not be able to question any of his irrational orders. Sophia was the best option for him.

"I have heard some mysterious stories about you" Sophia said Sternly but agitated

"Really? What are they?"

"You do not like women. You only use them for your pleasure. You treat them badly and cover that up by throwing money at them. Treating them like some commodities. But I tell you what, you can't do that to me" She said breathing heavily

Michael hummed. "Oh really?".

Sophia did not reply.

"Well let's see about that"Michael said, his hands travelled to the loose end of her robe and he untied it leaving a startled expression on Sophia, her brassiere was visible and the upper parts of her average and succulent breasts exposed.

Sophia immediately used her hands to cover it up and muttered; "This is molestation. Stop it"

"Oh. Molestation from your husband isn't it? You are a joker....." He said to her. His hands unclasped her bra nd her breasts sprang free leaving Michael breathless for a while. He had been engaging in romance with so many women but none has a beautiful view of boobs as hers. They were succulent and perky. Sophia felt sudden chills as her breasts got exposed his gaze. He was incredibly close to her and Sophia could feel his breath and scent which intoxicated her, and fumbled with her senses.

This man here is wicked as hell. She should not feel this way about him. But she barely concluded with her thoughts when she felt his lips crashed against hers, desperately and aggressively.

As much as she hated this man, she strangely liked the energy. It's been a year since she got kissed so posssively The more she wanted to push him away the more she felt like she badly needed his lips against hers. Michael cupped her breasts caressing them with his hands. Sophia let out a soft moan surprised by her owm response.. This man right here is an expert in touching a woman's body in the right places. He was going about it effortlessly but he barely expressed any sign of passion. To him, he was just making out with another random lady. But as he continued, he suddenly found himself having a release before he even entered her. He was fluttered and embarrassed. The fact that this could happen in the presence of this low life wife of his angered him. Such never happens with other women. How dare she try to make him..... He pulled away from her

"Leave now....."he muttered breathing heavily

Sophia was taken aback by his words. "What?" She asked her back still rested on the wall wondering why he abruptly stopped and the fact that he freed from her that way when he already put her in the mood made her feel embarrassed.

"Get out now...!" He yelled throwing her brassiere at her.

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#That same Week

Sophia was stepping out from her room. She was really tired of staying indoors all day. She walked over to the balcony of the house admiring the beautiful gardens. Her mind drifted to Michael, ever since they intense make out and he chased her irrationally out of his room, he had been trying to avoid her gaze or even talk to her. She suspended his early c****x during their act made him uncomfortable and probably embarrassed. She grinned at the thought of that. Serves him right. His arrogance was becoming intolerable.

She was still within the garden, savoring pleasant scent of flowers, enjoying the moment. But then She felt she heard some sounds. They were loud and it sounded like two people arguing, It sounded like Michael and his mom. She never even knew when she walked in. Michael's voice was louder.

"Michael aren't you even worried about him? Why are you talking as if you are not even related?" Caroline queried her tone emotional. They were at the other side of the balcony. It was cozy and conducive with beautiful and soft cushions, bottles of wine, wine glasses and some snacks placed within their reach.

"He is not a kid mother. He is a grown man. You wanted to visit him and he refused your Offer. It shows he is doing fine! He doesn't need our help. Why are you worrying about him?!" Michael asked. He seemed tired of his mother's keeness towards the matter. But Caroline was shocked with her son's utterance. She rose to her feet and moved closer to him.

"Michael have you forgotten so soon? He literally saved you from the torments of imprisonment. He risked his life!"

"Well because I was sick!...besides mother you never really cared about him that much since he got back. Why the sudden switch?"

"I have always cared. I just decided to not show that to anyone. I am his mother!"....She said

Michael let out a deep breath and remained silent

"I have been a bad mother to that boy.. Oh Lord" Caroline said stumbling back in the chair, her voice filled with remorse and regrets. "For three years now since he got out, I don't know where he lives. What kind of a mother am I?"

Michael rolled his eyes. "He is living well! he is wealthy. All he ever needs he is able to get without stress"

"And how did you know this?" She asked with keen interest.

"I have sources. They found that out"

"So you know where he lives?" Her eyes widened

"Not exactly. But I am aware of the street name. I don't know how he did it but his house is untraceable. He bought a mansion though. You know how Smart and Cunny he is" Michael scoofed pouring himself a glass of wine.

"So why didn't you even tell me about it?" Caroline asked fluttered

"Well....I don't know. I thought you never cared to know. Besides you know how much I don't like seeing him around me. He is like a threat to me, the fact that Dad used to think he is Smarter!" Michael said bitterly

"He is still your brother and like I said he saved your life"

"Oh. Please mother. He went to jail for a short time. Two years. He was lucky" Michael said with a dismissive tone

"Really? If it was that easy you could have gone then, I swear to you Michael, if you were not my son, I would have made you regret ever killing my brother! You think what you did was a minor mistake?"

Michael stared at his mother dumbfounded. He dropped the glass of wine in his hands. He looked hurt and furious, his heart thudded in his chest while Caroline's expression switched to a sad one. She really shouldn't have said that. She hoped no one heard her. She was loud and spoke out of controlled emotions but both of them got more unsettled when they saw Sophia moving closer to them. Sophia did not know if she misheard that last utterance, he killed someone? She had been moving closer just some seconds ago especially as the voices got more intense

"Oh...So... Sophia...you have been...you have been here?" Caroline stuttered.

Sophia couldn't help but ask out of fright and curiosity

"Michael killed... Someone?" She queried