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8 — OF BILLIONAIRE BESTIES AND ELECTRIC SNAILS

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ANAHERA

I look at my watch and at the airport arrivals for the umpteenth time but Bella is yet to show up. She asked me to be here as early as three pm, so I cut short my nap and drove all the way in this metal hazard of a car.

Looking closely, I spot her standing near the terminal exit, looking like a neon billboard. She is really breathtaking. You know high cheekbones, skin like golden silk and those famous wide hips that she claims are a curse? Yeah, that kind.

She literally has people tripp
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  • 12 Days of Christmas with My Brother’s Rival   49 — OF OLD FRIENDS AND HISTORY

    NOELEvery fantasy of riding together into the sunrise dissipated like early morning dew when I saw the empty spot where the bike should be. “Did we just get robbed in the Christmas market?” Anahera’s voice was incredulous as she stepped up beside me, staring in surprise at the helmets on the floor. Like the thief dropped that for us as compensation for taking our means of transport. “Apparently so.” A hand ruffling my head, I rolled the kinks out of my neck. “Thanks to the holiday spirit.” She turned her head to look at me, pity drowning in the depths of her brown eyes. “Do you think you can phone the company to track them down? They couldn’t have gone very far.”Good thinking. I should’ve known another shock awaited me when I pulled out my phone to see it had no service. I let out a silent hiss. “Fuck.”Hera sneezed. Great, not only were we stranded with no service, she’d also caught a cold. “Is there a problem?” “I’m not getting any service.” I shoved the phone back into

  • 12 Days of Christmas with My Brother’s Rival   48 — OF KISSING BOOTHS AND WET JUICE

    NOELAnahera was everything but impulsive. However, I feared that her hanging out with me often than usual was starting to rub on her. In ways that her brother would despise or trace back to me. When she started pulling me toward the kissing booth, I did everything to back out of it.She wasn’t drunk. So how could she not have seen “KISSING BOOTH” in bold letters overhead? Even worse that the ambience inside fit the purpose of the place. It had taken me everything to keep my hands off her body tonight since I saw her open her door, wearing nothing but my jersey. Looking like a fucking dream with her hair tumbling down her shoulders in soft waves. Blood had never rushed so faster through my body. I was nothing but a ticking time bomb of desire when she reached around me to hold on during the bike rides. The only thing I could help was my reaction. I’d be damned if I hadn’t bitten my tongue more than once to use the pain to steer my brain out of the gutters. And I was winning.

  • 12 Days of Christmas with My Brother’s Rival   47 — OF MISTAKES AND PHOTO BOOTHS

    ANAHERAUnder different circumstances, throwing up my guts would have been a better remedy for my stomachache.After all, it tended to clear pathways in one’s body. Throwing up in the presence of Noel while he held up my hair? Now, that was another level of embarrassment. “Here.” I raised my head to see Rose passing me a bottle of water. She looked sorry for the pathetic condition I was in.After I’d rinsed my mouth, I straightened to my feet with very little glance at the man who just tucked my hair behind my ears. “I’m sorry I ruined your night,” I began to apologize but Rose wasn’t having it. “This happens so often to people around here it’s become normal. If you want, I can give you some honeyed tea to make you feel better.”“Thank you.” Shame pushed forward in my words even as I tried not to dwell on it. So what? People throw up all the time. Fuck. “Are you okay?” Noel asked in a soft tone. He reached up to tuck my hair back. “A little while now and you’ll be feeling bett

  • 12 Days of Christmas with My Brother’s Rival   46 — OF BIKE RIDES AND A NIGHT OUT (III)

    ANAHERA Of all the places I guessed Noel would be taking me to, nothing prepared me for the sight of… “A Christmas market?!” I shrieked, ignoring the dozens of heads that turned to look in our direction. “Holy shit!” Noel winced. “Language, please. There are kids around.” I slapped a hand over my lips. “I’m so sorry. It’s just…I’ve never been to a place like this despite how much I wanted to as a kid.” “I can see that.” He chuckled. After my parents died, there wasn’t much to sit around for. So Dominik and I moved out and there was the death to it being in my wishlist. This was like a fucking fantasy. A wet dream come true. Only that this one was filled with stringed fairly lights dangling from shop to shop, the aroma of greasy foods permeating the air, the laughter of kids running about. This was paradise. “Let’s get you started on something.” Noel held out a hand which I grabbed without thinking twice. The food stall was the first place we went to. I tri

  • 12 Days of Christmas with My Brother’s Rival   45 — OF BIKE RIDES AND A NIGHT OUT (II)

    ANAHERA “Okay, I was wrong. You were right. This is cool!” I shouted into the wind, hoping Noel caught my words. He did, because his body moved. I, on the other hand, couldn’t get what his response was but I knew it was nothing less than mockery for my unbelief. I used to think helmets were tight, stuffy, smelly cocoons to keep your head in during bike rides and that they were uncomfortable. However, the one on my head begged to differ. The interior was made of the softest, cushiony cotton, even though it weighed a little on me. Not to mention it smelled like cotton candy and Cedar. Like Noel. The man did a sudden swerve to the right and I was forced to clasp my hands tighter around him, locking my fingers together in horror. “Have you lost your goddamn mind?!” I shrieked, uncaring that he heard me. His body shook again. The nerve of him to laugh at me. The ride from then on was smooth having left the city to burst out into our old neighborhood with cleaner air and le

  • 12 Days of Christmas with My Brother’s Rival   44 — OF BIKE RIDES AND A NIGHT OUT (I)

    ANAHERA I’d just settled in bed when my phone buzzed with a message from my supervisor whom I hadn’t heard from in weeks. Dr. Tiare. The woman who managed to make my life shit just by assigning me to the one person I begged her to not to. In the text, she asked that a full report on my patient’s recovery be submitted to her via email. Just that. No calling to ask if I survived the patient. These past few weeks, the only thing I’d managed to keep was tons of secrets, as well as the family I had, away from me. Because of her, and my crazed patient who had somehow managed to make a heart attack seem mild to the frantic pounding of my heart whenever he stood near. I yanked out the clipboard from my duffel with more force than necessary. After I’d compiled the reports into a file, I realized that the one month duration was drawing to an end. And for some reason, it saddened me. “No, Anahera. You can’t be serious,” I chided myself, which conveniently was the only

  • 12 Days of Christmas with My Brother’s Rival   7 — OF LIES AND BIG BROTHER BLUES

    ANAHERAThe taste of fried eggs still lingers on my tongue, mostly dominated by the forbidden taste of Noel. I try to shake my head to rid myself of those negative thoughts. “You can’t have it around you, Hera.” I’d beg for a stake to be put through my head before the feelings would begin to fest

  • 12 Days of Christmas with My Brother’s Rival   6 — OF HANGOVER SOUPS AND HOSTILE KISSES

    ANAHERA My head is hosting a heavy-metal concert where the lead singer is screaming directly into my frontal lobe. I groan. My throat feels like I swallowed a handful of dry, sharp sand. Eyelids heavy like they’ve been glued shut with industrial adhesive…and what the fuck is wrong with my body?S

  • 12 Days of Christmas with My Brother’s Rival   CHAPTER 5 — OF THREATS AND NAUSEA

    NOELI should be at home sitting in my chamber and icing my wounded thigh, pretending that my career isn’t hanging by a thread the width of a piece of dental floss. Instead, I am sitting in the darkest corner of a wound down bar. In my hands is a glass of whiskey that cost less than my socks. Som

  • 12 Days of Christmas with My Brother’s Rival   CHAPTER 4 – OF NACHOS AND REGRETS

    ANAHERA“Is that right, baby?” Noel asks quietly. “The ugly boy.”“Yes.”He laughs. It’s harsh this time. “That’s rich coming from you. You talk about ugliness? Maybe you should ask your brother about ugliness, Anahera. Ask Saint Dominik how he treated people who didn’t have a big brother to protec

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