CRAVING MY SISTER'S BOYFRIEND

Chapter ONE ~ It Was Just A Kiss. 

CYRUS’s POV

“Hi, I'm Dominic. You are?” 

The familiar figure asked me, but I was completely stunned to reply.

Did he not recognize me?

Or was he acting up?

I remember those icy blue eyes so well. It was too familiar to miss. He was the same guy from the club. 

The same guy with filthy lips, who wouldn't stop whispering dirty things to me, leading to a kiss between us both. 

This man literally had me questioning my sexuality for so many days. I kept assuring myself that it was a mistake and that I was a straight man.

And now he was standing in front of my house, introducing himself? 

Really?

I was still recalling how his lean fingers had curled around my face as we kissed, how he had groaned in my mouth and how he had called my lips his “perfect temptation” when someone brushed past me.

“Honey, you really don't need to introduce yourself to him.” A sharp voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

It was Phoebe, my sister.

She dragged Dominic inside, throwing me a vicious glare like usual before storming in with the man.

I didn't get it.

Why was she calling him so sweetly? 

Was he her friend? 

“Umm, who's he?” I asked, walking back to the sitting room.

Phoebe and Dominic were now sitting on the couch and their arms were interlocked while Phoebe rested her head on his shoulder.

Phoebe lifted her head off Dominic’s shoulder. “If you weren't so busy trying to bag unnecessary degrees, you would have known that he's my boyfriend.” She taunted me but the word “boyfriend” caught my attention.

My eyes darted towards Dominic. As he looked back at me, his icy blue eyes still had that glint of seduction whirling up in them.

What?

My sister's boyfriend?

How is he dating her and still kissing men at clubs?

Does she know what her boyfriend is doing behind her back? 

A lot of emotions pooled inside me, weakening my legs so I took a seat on the couch across them. My mind was swirling with a lot of thoughts.

How was this possible?

Should I tell her? But that meant bringing more trouble for myself.

Phoebe and I never got along like the way siblings should and I always blamed myself for it. Though I'm the eldest, she just always saw me as the guy who overshadowed her success with mine. 

She was averagely smart and I was a literal genius and as a result of that, my parents often preferred showing me off to friends more than her and being a good looking guy—as girls always tell me—I got a lot of attention while growing up. 

This created differences between us, and even made her start competing with me because she always felt the need to prove that she was better than me.

However, all I really wanted was to be cool with my kid sister. It's why I studied so hard, trying out new things because I want to make so much money to spoil her and win her heart.

But no matter how hard I tried, she always pushed me away. So, if I dared to tell her that her boyfriend kissed me? I know she'll literally burn me alive.

“Babe, I made pasta for you. Come and eat,” Phoebe sweetly said to Dominic, who lifted her hand to kiss it.

A lump formed in my throat at the sight, and I didn't understand why.

The duo headed for the dining table just behind the sitting room, leaving me behind.

My lips curled downward, even if Phoebe made the best dish in the world, she would still restrict me from tasting it.

Phoebe blushed so much around Dominic, letting her look very happy and that made my shoulders drop. I wish I could make her smile like that.

Asides the lingering feeling of yearning to reconcile with my sister was a hot feeling of what I really do not understand. Dominic was acting so sweet to her, his eyes heavy with admiration whenever he stared at her and seeing all that, made me feel lonely.

No one had ever looked at me with so much affection, not my sister, not my exes, not even my parents. 

Dominic was the only one who looked at me like he wanted to have me for life and seeing him look at my sister in the same way, made my jaws clench.

My brows furrowed at the sight of him flirting with my sister.

I didn't like that.

“Thought you said it was just a kiss, so why does it matter seeing him treating your sister lovingly?” The voice in my head asked, making me retrace my thoughts.

I shouldn't feel cheated. I mean… I'm not even gay.

So why do I care?

I tried to avert my gaze from them but I couldn't. And with every passing minute, the two of them grew even more romantic.

From feeding her, to wiping off the ends of her lips, whispering in her ears and kissing her cheek.

Christ.

My heart was palpitating at the sight.

I started feeling like I was suffocating despite being in such a wide room with big enough windows.

“You're not interested in Dominic, Cyrus. You're a straight man,” the voice in my head encouraged me and I took deep breaths, calming myself down.

Noting that I couldn't possibly think straight with him around me, I quickly headed to the kitchen, wanting to grab some fruits then head over to my room.

I had picked up an apple and some grapes, putting them in a plastic bowl when I felt someone's presence in the kitchen.

Heat crawled up my neck as I froze, my nostrils picked up a familiar musky scent.

I slowly turned back and there he was, standing only three inches away from my body. I could have sworn my heart jumped to my throat before racing.

My eyes widened, “What are you–”

“Shushhhh,” He pressed an index finger over my lips, his eyes sparkling with unchecked lust.

Being so close to him made me feel…hot. I usually felt hot whenever I was nervous so I assumed it was that until he drove the pad of his thumb over my cheek, making me shudder.

I swallowed hard, “What–What are you doing?” 

He grinned, “I've been yearning to have those lips again, and now that I've found them, I'm going to make them mine.” He finished, biting hard on his own lips.

Fuck.

Why does that excite me?