Chapter 4: Forbidden Desire
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ALpha Jayden's POV
Wait... What?!
My face goes up in a grimace as I think of the possibility of what they just said.
Celine is the bride-to-be?! Then why did she throw herself at me with such ease? It's not like I want her or anything, technically, she isn't my employee anymore and I don't give two f***s, but the thought of sleeping with my brother's soon-to-be bride is so alarming, and wild... Everything but good.
"Do you two know each other?" My father spoke up, noticing the tense atmosphere between us.
"Ye..."
"No!" She cuts me off so sharply, leaving my jaws dropped. "Yes, on papers... and no, in real life" She stutters.
This is more like the straw that broke the camel's back... She didn't just rudely interrupt me but shoved me to the background like a raving lunatic.
I only relax in my seat, still hurting from the rejection. I shouldn't be this much hurt, I've met ladies of different shapes and sizes, and we go our separate ways like water and oil, why does this hurt so bad?
Perhaps it's because she did the dumping and not the other way around.
"What is the color of the day... We need to start planning the wedding." Her mother's cheerful tone slices through my thoughts as she tried to erase the awkwardness in the air.
"There won't be a need for that," Kelvin said bluntly, barely touching his food.
"Why, if I may ask?" The advanced lady mumbles, her bubbly features watering down like she got her heart broken.
"It will be a court wedding and we're done..."
"If I'm going to marry you, then it has to be a proper wedding!" Celine groans.
Oddly, Kelvin drops his cutlery and laughs wryly.
"And somehow, you think you have a say in this?" He rolls his eyes at her, demanding a response. "So what, we spend more money and triple your debt? Nah, that's ridiculous." He waves it off and resumes eating.
"How dare you mock my family?!" She slams her fist on the table as she gets up in fury, causing the glassware to dance recklessly.
"If we haven't spelled it out for you, I will," He stands up to match her energy. "This marriage is only due when I'm done having the desirable number of heirs for my empire."
Celine's mouth opens in defiance, but no sound comes out as she closes it and opens it for the umpteenth time.
"Good advice, focus on your part of the deal... pumping out babies." Kelvin picks up his phone. "I just lost my appetite." With that, he stumbles out and my father goes running after his favorite son, as expected.
We're literally twins, even though unidentical, and I, the first son and legit heir, but somehow, he seems to always favor Kelbin and relegate me to the background.
I stay for a minute or two, staring long enough at Celine who's short of words, before leaving to join my family.
***
Smack!
Blood sputters as my spiked glove kisses his face, busting his lips and leaving him with a nosebleed.
"Uh." Mr. Carl groans in agonizing pain. Sitting like a rogue, and spellbound in tight ropes fastened around the chair.
He is the Don to a shitty cartel. That's not my problem, I'm fine with the world populating with mafia groups, but what I'm not fine with, is small fishes like him, trying to mess with a shark, me!
"In your next life, you'll stay off trouble!" I throw my clenched fist on his torso, the spikes on the knuckles of my gloves dragging on his flesh.
"Argh." He sputters, blood drooling from his mouth.
My bunner rings in my breast pocket. With my free hand, I pull it out to see it's our Don, my father. When he calls me on my private phone, it means business and most times, he's always like a beast. Reluctantly, I answer the call.
"Where's Carl? The Capo says he's missing." His flat and icy tone, void of emotions reverberates in my ear.
"I have him." I close my eyes, expecting what comes next.
Yet again, I've been crossed by a baby cartel and disappointed my father for the umpteenth time.
"And my babies?" He doesn't care to ask about me.
"In good shape," I respond, sipping open the bags before me to confirm. The first has loads of arms and the other, fake currencies.
"Good." He grunts. "This will be the last time I will have to worry about cleaning your mess," he warns. "One more careless move on your end, you'll have me to reckon with."
"Don, I..." The call drops as he cuts it on me.
My breathing is labored, with I trying to control the outburst of emotions I'm having. Morons like this i***t before me is the reason why my own father hates me and makes my younger brother his favorite.
Morons like him made my younger brother get everything he desires and more, while I sulk for crumbs.
Morons like him make me lose a bride to my freaking brother!
"You wrench!" I launch myself at him, kicking him in his guts and throwing a series of brutal punches at him.
My vision is concealed with his blood sputtering in the air, forming a crimson arc.
The beep of my smart watch has me stopping abruptly. My watch is connected to the CCTV, as the basement of my company is where I do my share of the family's dirty deals of ammunition and money laundering.
Someone just entered the building... Celine?
Smack!
I give him one last punch, before undoing my glove, taking off my cap and apron before I hastily wash off his blood from my face.
Taking one last sweep of the basement to be sure he can't escape, I exit the room, heading for the elevator. Looking at my watch, she's still making her way to the elevator and if I'm smart enough, she gets to be in the same car with me.
When the elevator's car gets to the ground floor, it stops with a binge sound, so Celine on the other side can get it. The door opens, revealing her, my one-time fling and my supposed brother's bride...
She is dressed in an all-black attire and wearing a hat for the guise. Well scripted. I bet she thinks I'm long gone, so she can sneak in and out as willed.
I smirk.
"Sir..." She stutters.
Yeilding to my rush of adrenaline, I pull her into the elevator and press the buttons so we get to the highest floor, my office, actually.
"I see you're avoiding me." I plaster her to the wall of the car, pinning her hands above her head and pressing my hard mass against her.
"Sir..."
"Shshh." I take her lips in bouts of rough kisses. Savoring the feel of her sexiness. Damn! This isn't the plan.
Oddly, I'm greedy as I want more than just a fling, claiming her virginity on a platter, I want to be the only man that ever touches her. The creepy image of Kelvin banging her, makes my blood boil in rage. I want to have her all to myself.
"We can't be doing this." She says when she manages to pull away.
"You're not yet married..."
"And I will soon be..."
I twirl her, laying her back flat against my chiseled frame.
"You can't dump me, Celine." I groan in her ears, playing with the lobe as I graze it with my teeth.
"You don't mess with a girl twice." She stutters.
"What if I want you for the second time... or even third, and forth?"
"Sir?" Her breathing is labored.
I clasp in between her thighs, causing her to squirm.
"This only remains secret on one condition," I lick the hairline at the nape of her neck with a clean swipe of my moist tongue. "you work for me."
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