Pregnant By My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 5

SUNNY'S POV::

Victoria texts me: Where are you, babe? I came over to your father's house and didn't find you there. Jessica said you left early for Mike's birthday.

I reply: Yeah. I'm at Mike's. Any problem?

Victoria says: No. The party hasn't started. Why did you go there early? I want us to spend some time together since you haven't been around.

I roll my eyes reading her chat. Just then, I hear footsteps on the staircase, and I pause to see who it is.

My gaze lands on Maryann. I stop reading Victoria's chat and slip my phone into my trouser pocket.

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MARYANN'S POV:

I'm lying on my bed crying when I hear loud banging on my door, followed by my brother's deep voice.

"Maryann, what are you up to?" He pulls my door open and peeks his head into my room.

I sit up and wipe my tears away.

"Are you crying?" Mike asks, stepping into my room before I can stop him.

"No. I'm not. I'm just about to have my bath. Mom and Dad said I can't join your party until they arrive," I manage to reply, keeping my head lowered as my brother towers above me.

"Maryann," Mike says, drawing closer. "I know Mom is protective of you. She doesn't want you to get spoilt, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't have fun. You're 18, an adult. I'm not going to stop you from joining my party. Just keep away from my friends, that's all."

"But what if they come closer to speak to me? Should I ignore them?" I ask, watching Mike rush to the door to exit my room like he's in a hurry to get things together before 6 p.m.

Mike pauses at my door, one hand on the knob as he glances back at my face.

"Talking to a guy doesn't mean you should sleep with him or let him get into your panties. As much as I trust my friends, I can't vouch for them when it comes to you. It's like keeping a delicious fish in front of a cat and asking the cat not to pounce on it. It's impossible. So, I advise you keep away from them. Sunny is downstairs, and he's asking about you. You can say hello to him, since he's not as bad as the others might be. I want to shower. I'll join you for breakfast. The chef hasn't arrived yet."

Mike pulls my door open and rushes out. My heart pounds at his words. So I'm a delicious fish, I think to myself, blushing as I dash into the bathroom to wash my face.

My face looks red from sobbing earlier. I turn on the tap and splash some water on it. Done, I brush my teeth as I intended, and I gasp—my breasts are partly revealed in the nightdress I'm wearing.

The last time I saw Sunny here in my parents' home, I was 15. But now, I've grown. My breasts weren't as full as they are now, and I was thinner then.

Drawing a deep breath, I decide against having my bath. I don't know how many of my brother's friends are arriving. It's best I rush to grab breakfast now and only greet Sunny before the others arrive.

When I step out of the bathroom, I pick up a white jacket and wear it. I button it to hide my breasts as I rush out of my room to grab breakfast.

Mom and Dad only advised me to stay locked in my room. They didn't ask me to starve. How can I starve until 6 p.m. when they arrive?

I wish I'd gone to take my breakfast before Sunny arrived. My heart pounds against my ribcage seeing him sitting on the black couch, his gaze fixed on his phone. His fingers click across the screen as his thin lips curl into a smile. I assume he's chatting with his girlfriend, and my heart squeezes at the thought of who he's dating.

I used to have a crush on Sunny. Seeing he's busy, I want to lower my head and dash to the kitchen. But just then, he raises his head, and our gazes meet.

My heart races as my blue eyes lock with his green eyes. They're captivating and hold me hostage.

"Maryann," Sunny says, rising to his feet to meet me.

My heart thunders when I hear him say my name. It's just my name—so why is my blood pumping so fast?

"Good… good morning, Sunny," I greet him, knowing he's my brother's best friend. I shouldn't think of him as anything else. I shouldn't crush on him. He's already a grown man, a professional football player. He has his own life, while I'm stuck at home with my possessive mother.

"Nice to see you again. It's been long," Sunny says, watching me descend the stairs.

My skin prickles at his deep voice, which sends butterflies fluttering in my belly.

I try to steady myself, but I lose my balance and miss a step, slipping off.

"Maryann!" Sunny gasps and rushes to catch me.

I freeze.

My brother's best friend is holding me against his chest.

My full chest presses against his firm one, and alarm bells ring in my head.

My mother's warning words floods my brain. She warned me to keep away from Sunny.

Sensing the awkward position, Sunny steadies me on my feet and shifts away.

"Are you alright?" he asks, standing a few feet away. He towers above me, and my face flushes red as heat crawls up my head.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Thanks for catching me," I say, watching Sunny move back to the couch.

"It's nothing," he replies with a smile, and I turn away and make my way to the kitchen.

Honestly, I can feel Sunny's gaze on my back, and I hate that I'm still in my short white nightdress. I didn't feel uncomfortable before, but now I can still perceive his masculine scent of leather filling my nostrils.

I try to act normal as I slip into the kitchen to make breakfast for me and my brother.