Chapter 2 Blake

The thoughts that come to me don’t bother me because I’m sure she and my

brother are not in love. All the more so because this moment looks at me like an enchanted doc I hold her hand and run my fingers over her. I'm sure she likes it since he does not move away, he does not protest, he does not reject me.

A very unusual bride. She allows her husband's brother to be like this inappropriately holding hands, not laughing like any bride should the day before his wedding work, he just looks at me timidly. I wouldn't say that she is some poor thing, some poor girl, something in her is strong, impressive as soon as she attracted me like this at first, but also ... dare I say ... damaged.

I am the last person who can condemn her, I can only condemn her to understand.

She pulls away from me though as if she's afraid I'll read it and this one the hour becomes the purpose of my stay in this house. The alarm on my cell phone ring and remind me it’s time for a pill so I turn around without a word and I go to my suitcase in the lobby.

At dinner, Samantha sits next to my brother and now I finally see a smile on her face. There are only a few close friends of my brother at the table, father and me, but I don’t see any of her family. I sit across from her and alone I'm watching her. I’d have to cool down a bit because I’m going to get too obvious, but

it hurts me. Others don’t even address me so I address Victor and her.

"And your family, Samantha?" Didn't they come today? ”

"No." He cut me off with a short answer, but my brother continued.

"She will not come. Samantha has no family. There are us now, aren't there, brother? ”

"Of course. I will be honored to welcome Samantha into our small family and have is close by. "

Her look at me lets me know she just wondered am being honest and does my statement perhaps contain some hidden message. I wanted to I would elicit one of her smiles because I think it would suit me. Usually, women who don't know me smile at me, and others who know me, avoid me. He laughs at my brother, he laughs at my father and even my brother's friends, only I don't laugh.

Am I that awesome? What will it be like if he finds out what I am and who I am? Will it

run away from me like hell?

After dinner I slowly walk behind her upstairs, Victor enters the room with her, and I go to my room. I can't imagine the two of them in bed. I can’t wait to see that wedding charade tomorrow, what will it do look like.

Damn it!

I look at her in a white wedding dress, she is beautiful and just walking towards my brother. There is a smile on her face and I am sure she has one tear slid down his face. She looks at him respectfully, almost friendly, without trace lusts and passions. She loves him and he loves her. Whatever that love is, it is there. The priest had just declared them husband and wife so carefully I watch that kiss. They just proved me out of this fake kiss, which lasted as long as the blink of an eye, stands for something else, something for which they entered into a false marriage. He hugs her protectively, takes her by the hand, and I am even happy for his brother's sake because he has her, at least in this way.

I approach them after the crowd has lined up with congratulations so I give it to my brother's

hand, and then I approach Samantha. I want her, I realize in an instant, even

kiss on the cheek. I take both of her hands in mine as we both look at our place

touches so we look into each other’s eyes at the same time. She can't, I can't neither do we, we just keep quiet while I gather my courage and challenge myself to put my lips to her face. I do this before I allow myself cowardice.

My lips touch her cheek, while her slightly floral scent enters my blood. I feel her breath as well, as I keep my eyes closed and move my lips slowly on her other face. If only I had the courage to authorize her I brush my lips, I think I would go crazy at the same moment. I'm afraid I want that. I wish I feel her lips and her skin as this squeezes my hands and stands frozen in place, and I press another kiss into her cheek, keeping her lips on her skin too long. I don’t hope for better, this is all I can get from her.

Samantha and Victor dance the first dance and I watch her in his hug. I would give everything I have if I could keep a woman in my own like that arms. Not really any woman, but my brother's wife. He knows me is undeniable, though terribly selfish and corrupt.

I sit at the table next to my father, near Samantha's and Victor's table.

"Son, how's work? When will you finally return home? ”He grows old he turned to me and looked at me with interest.

"Everything is fine. I don't know, I had no intention of returning. "

"And why don't you return to our company?" I will retreat and leave the chair to you. Samantha and Victor start working in a couple of days. It would be nice to deal with our firm, all together. You already have a lot of experience. "

"It's not a bad idea. I would welcome a change after four years. That's where I got to the top and I have nowhere else to go. ”I talk to him, but I can't look away from my sister-in-law. Here and there she glanced at me and her smile faded. It doesn't bother me in the least, and it doesn't bother me

I keep staring at her. We look at each other, so I slowly emphasize each word, because it is silent and

listens to what I'm talking about with the old man. I sense her movements and tense body to await my response.

"All right, man. I return home and enter the firm. I look forward to working in the family circle. I dare say it will be a special challenge for me. "