Chapter 6 Blake

While Callum Scott sings his song “Dancing On My Own,” I’m finally done.

I stare once more pleased with what I see, which is my imagination created, having the best inspiration for my tormented soul. I look per hour so I find that I have been drawing in a trance for almost three hours. I go down to the kitchen to eat something quickly, I throw myself on the sofa and I write an e-mail to colleagues from my firm that I plan to resign. Otherwise, on weekends, I don’t reach for my cell phone for work, but now I feel the need to get everything done as quickly as possible. What an hour behind, while almost napping on on the sofa, Samantha enters the room by herself. She paused for a moment when she saw me, but was encouraged so I see that he will sit next to me and make himself comfortable.

"What are you looking at?" He addressed me quite bravely and boldly because he had never done so before the first conversation did not begin.

"You."

"I mean, on TV."

"I don't know, I'm not interested in anything on TV." I still stare at her lips while the desire to try it once accumulates in me. Suddenly he gets up and she runs away, and I follow her like the last madman. It's actually my cell phone vibrating that I have to take a pill, but she doesn't know it while I walk behind I stare at her back. I feel her uneasiness because she knows I’m behind her and I follow her in silence. Before he enters his room there is only one more thing

I ask.

"And where is Victor?"

"He stayed with Clark for a drink."

"How did you get home?"

"By taxi."

He murmured softly and locked himself in his room. I am tempting myself, my own strength and courage, as I drive her mad. I don't know why, but this suits me.

Her appearance to my soul and her closeness to my body. I will find out the reasons for these sudden feelings as well as the reasons for this marriage. If I were Victor, I wouldn't get out of her bed. My brother is a jerk.

In the evening he is not there yet, while she is sitting opposite me in the dining room.

The old man seems to be avoiding dinner, he took an apple and went for a walk so we did she and I were alone. I watch him put the fries in his mouth, that's right honey while eating with your fingers without any shame, and only when your thumb holds a little in his mouth and sucks the sauce off him. I know he’s not doing it on purpose, no way to seduce me. More. I may not wait for that moment, but I will still work hard on it. He tries to keep his eyes on everything except on me, but often throws it in my direction, even if he doesn't always look at me in the face.

Someone rings the bell so we both look at each other without a word since no one we expect. I get up from the table and open the door, and hers stands in the doorway godmother, a blonde I refused to dance.

She passes me indifferently while a cloud of heavy remains behind her perfume. Horror.

"Samantha!" The whole ground floor echoes from her voice, so Samantha comes out

in a few seconds to us.

“Hey, Rose! Where are you from? Didn't we agree on tomorrow afternoon? "

"I wanted to see you, to hear how the first wedding night went.

So, is the good girl in bed too, or is the fire hidden? ”Samantha blushed and

he kills a blonde whose name I don't even remember, so he throws a short one

look at me in his shame.

"You don't have to be ashamed of me, sister-in-law, I heard everything last night." Yes, I heard

my brother’s footsteps and started the car’s engine. I sleep poorly at night anyway.

"So fiery, huh?"

"Rose, please. I wouldn't talk about it. "

“You know that in some cultures you have to show the sheet for the family to see that

did the groom marry a virgin? ”

“Rose! I won't beg you anymore! ”Samantha answered her angrily, so she did

he pulls his hand into the living room and whispers something.

"Blake, are you coming?" The blonde turned over her shoulder and winked at me an open call. She’s still trying something, and I intend to join they just want Samantha.

Without a word, I go to them in the living room, but settle down next to them Samantha thought the blonde adjusted so she left me a blank spot next to me. I don’t listen to what the blonde is saying at all because I watch all the time Samantha, how she tries to concentrate and follow the conversation, actually blonde monologue. At one point, the blonde got up to pick up a bar of chocolate from the table, she gave me a look at her cleavage and sat back licking ostensibly innocent. It’s the only time I’ve looked at her and regretted it. How much she didn't get the reaction she wanted, she got up and spoke to me again.

"Blake, will you show me where the toilet is?" Upstairs, right? I would not she wanted to wander into your room. "

Does she really think this is some charming intrusion?

"Upstairs straight to the end. You can't go wrong. To my room, I recommend you do not enter. Otherwise, I won't be as comfortable as yesterday. ”I was very embarrassing yesterday, and that’s what she was looking for, but they could be worse.

She's not right about my harsh answer, she raised an eyebrow and marched upstairs. Samantha looks at the floor and ignores me, so she does turn.

"Samantha, just because she's your friend, I didn't answer her like what else do I know. You better explain to her that I don't care. Because if I do I'll explain, he certainly won't want to visit you again. "

She just nodded, without asking me anything. An obedient girl. I like it. How will do I execute my other orders in the same way? I can't wait to try it.

The blonde comes back so I leave them alone. I go out in the garden for a while old man so we talk business, when Victor shows up with Carrer and with a short greeting he went into the house. Maybe he misses his wife. Blonde soon he leaves, but without saying goodbye, and I move into my room, to light some thriller.

I hear voices in the hallway and the door closing a couple of times so I walk out to see what happens.

Victor is just carrying a pillow and quilt to the guest room.

I raise an eyebrow, looking first at him and then at Samantha carrying his toiletries.

"The first quarrel?" I asked with interest.

"Yes. So who would argue with this sugar? You don't care bro, then snoring, and Samantha has a light sleep so she can’t sleep next to him

Sometimes I'll sleep in the guest room. ”He winked at me and went to the room to avoid my further questions.

So Samantha stands in the doorway and watches me without a word, without blinking, while her face carries an unusual expression. I realize she stared at my torso because I didn’t wear a T-shirt after showering. She seems to like the result of my swimming activities in my younger days because her mouth is mild open, and cheeks flushed.

I approach her as she widens her beautiful eyes so I place my finger on her lower lip I ask, whispering softly into her lips.

"Will you mistakenly enter the wrong room at night, the wrong bed, to the wrong brother? ”

He stepped back, then turned abruptly and fled to his room, slamming the door. Fuck me all, I'm laughing and cheering inside! She will sleep at night alone in her bed, and if she strays into someone's room, the wrong brother I certainly won't be me.