Pregnant By My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 4

SUNNY'S POV:

As I arrive at Mike's father's house, it's still early in the morning—7:30 a.m.

My heart races just parking my car at the front gate. I pick up my phone and call Mike to let him know I'm here.

"Hello, buddy. Are you sure your parents won't holler at me when they see me? It's still early," I ask him, since we have something we're both working on online.

"They won't bother you. Besides, it's my birthday and I want you to help with the preparations. What more?" Mike replies bluntly, like he's unaware his mother told him to warn us to stop coming to his house.

"Alright. I just arrived. Let me drive in," I say, knowing it's better I greet Mike's parents first before they leave for work. My parents aren't around—they traveled for a business trip—so that gives me free liberty to do as I please.

I honk, and I watch the security man step out to see who it is. He recognizes me. He's an old man, Jasper, I think Mike calls him.

Jasper goes back to the gate and pulls it open. He's been working for Mike's father for a long time, since Mike was 16 and we were in high school.

I draw a sharp breath and park my car in the driveway. Mike's parents are successful too. I glance at his parents' cars before I turn off my engine and get out.

The early morning wind blows my hair, and I peer at the balcony on the left side of the house.

There, I see Maryann standing, dressed in a short white nightdress, watching me.

My breathing hitches at how beautiful she looks—how the white nightdress frames her body and how full her breasts are.

I can't take my eyes off her. I feel my throat run dry and blood rush through my veins just from admiring her. Her long blonde hair hangs loose and falls behind her back. The early morning wind blows around her face, making it fly in the breeze.

She is stunning. Before I can say hi, I see her parents rushing out of the house.

As soon as Mrs. Ella's gaze locks on me, her expression turns grim.

"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Matthew," I greet them, knowing they're off to work.

Mike's mother looks pissed off seeing me. She's overprotective of her daughter, especially knowing how beautiful she is.

"Why are you here early? Why didn't you wait until the party starts at six?"

Before I can reply, Mike rushes out of the house like he already knows his mother will send me away.

"Mom, you and Dad are going to be late for work. Sunny and I have something important to work on my laptop. I invited him over."

Mrs. Ella peers at me as if contemplating her son's words. "Stay away from my daughter. I don't care if you're Mike's best friend or not. Just keep your distance from my little angel."

"Mom, how can you say that? Sunny sees Maryann as his sister. You're just too paranoid. Get going and stop bullying my friends!" Mike shouts back, and Dad warns him.

I don't like how Mike talks back to his mother, but I know she can be overbearing.

"It's okay, Mike. Your mother is right. Besides, Maryann isn't a little girl anymore. I'll keep my distance from her," I say to clear the tension. The atmosphere lightens as Mrs. Ella nods and rushes to her car with her husband.

Once they get into their different cars—Mrs. Ella enters her black Jeep while her husband hops into his black car—they drive off.

"Why would you say that to my mother? You make it look like her suspicions are right," Mike complains as he leads me back to their living room. He's unaware Maryann stands at the balcony, listening.

I'm not happy that I blurted I would only treat Maryann as my sister. She's not related to me. We're not siblings, and I don't plan to keep to my words.

Before I enter the living room, I stare upstairs. Unfortunately, Maryann is no longer at the balcony. I wonder if she heard my response to her mother. If she still has a crush on me or she also sees me as her brother, even though we're unrelated.

I draw a sharp breath. The living room smells nice, like home.

"I don't have anything to say to make your mother comfortable. You know she's protective of your little sister. Where is she?" I ask, walking to take my seat on the black couch like I own the place.

"My mother is protective of Maryann, but she's already 18. She can mingle now or have a boyfriend. I won't stop her," Mike says as he moves toward the grand stairs in the living room.

"Where is Maryann?" I ask once more, still wanting to get a proper view of her features.

"Maryann is in her room. What do you want with her? Keep off. The event planner will soon be here to start with the decorations." Mike starts climbing the stairs, and I ask him, "Wait, have you had breakfast? I'm famished—I didn't eat at home. Jessica wanted to see you, and she wanted to attend your party, but I slipped off."

"I don't want your sister here. She's a bully. Fine, wait. Let me have my bath. I'll come downstairs to make tea for us." Mike rushes upstairs, and I sigh and pull out my phone to see the text messages I have.

My girlfriend, Victoria Owen, is the one texting me. She lives nearby, and we met during my high school years. She was a junior, a year ahead of my sister's class.

Victoria is tall, fair-skinned, and among the junior cheerleaders. She's also studying business management and believes she'll help me run my father's company when we get married.

Little does Victoria know I don't plan to marry her. We're just in a relationship, which doesn't mean I must marry her. She's too extravagant, but I can't blame her—we all come from rich homes.