MY ADOPTED BROTHER

“It seems like you already met him, Rowen.” My uncle glanced between us.

“Yeah. sort of…” I confirmed. Tapping my right foot slowly.

Russell was sweating uncomfortablely, as he shook hands with me.

His eyes darted back and forth, avoiding my gaze.

It was oddly satisfying to watch.

My uncle soon excused himself from the conversation. His petite wife hurried after him like a child trying to keep up.

She had a few wrinkles and looked much older than her husband.

The last time I saw her was on the day I departed for Italy. She had looked at me with pity, yet didn't say a word.

Grandfather had abandoned me.

My grieving father wouldn't even look at me twice.

She was the only one who tried to treat me right, and offered to see me off to the airport.

But then, she acted like she was scared.

As if some one might scold her for doing it.

A total hypocrite.

I turned to speak to Russell, but he'd already disappeared…Leaving me alone with my cousin, Ruby.

She was staring at me with awe.

Tsk.

What's with this kid?

She's starting to get on my nerves.

“Hey, uncle Rowen. Can I take a picture with you?” she asked politely.

Blinking her big blue eyes.

"Sure." I lifted an eyebrow and stood closer to her.

“thanks!” she squealed.

To my surprise, she turned, brought out a selfie stick and started recording.

“Hi bestiesss. Guess who's this hot daddy with us today?” She winked and pointed at me.

I was caught off guard.

“My direct cousin! I know right, he's so hottt…” She was chattering excitedly to the camera.

“Say hi, uncle Rowen.” She tapped me lightly on the arm.

“Hi. Ruby's… besties?”

“Oh my gosh! His voice is so hot too!” she giggled.

The shy girl who had been composed and quiet all this while, suddenly became a different person the moment her parents left.

She was so dramatic.

“Thanks a lot Uncle, do you mind if I post this? Pleaseee?” she pleaded after ending the video.

“Of course.” She was harmless enough.

In a kind of way, she reminded me of the sexy Little pup I caught the other day.

It's already a new week. He still hasn't replied to my text.

I chuckled slightly at the thought of his cute, pretty face.

How he squirms his little body beneath me. Pleading with me to stop fucking him, while his hole was swallowing me up.

Such a slutty body that was desperately begging to be destroyed.

He's giving up already? I thought he loved his girlfriend.

What a waste.

I guess I'll have to proceed with my other option.

I really didn't want to, but I also didn't like being ignored.

There seems to be no other way.

If he refused to come to me willingly...

I'd simply have to bring him to me.

I wanted him. I needed to have him.

Thanks uncle Rowen, see you at dinner tonight!” She twirled around in her little red gown and briskly walked away towards her parents.

The rain had stopped. They were already leaving.

My secretary was here too, but it'd be a little rude if I didn't say hi to my parents before leaving.

“Russell…” I called out to him.

He ignored me and walked across the room.

I smirked and caught up to him.

“Hey, Jake. The last time we met, you weren't like this huh?” I stood in front of him.

“What do you want? Can't you just ignore me?” he tugged at his black tie.

“Ignore you?” I taunted.

“No way. That's a heartless thing to do. Don't you think? Little brother,” I raised my hands to touch his cheek.

He smacked my hand off and glared at me.

It was amusing watching him act like this.

Russell. or rather Jake—like he had called himself, had approached me drunk one night in a gay bar in Sicily.

Of course, I had no idea who he truly was, neither of his connection to the Regnald family.

Same as him.

it was purely an Ill fated coincidence.

He had came onto me, heavily drunk.

Then, I would sleep with anyone who showed an interest in me, so I had no reason to refuse.

We spent a night together— then a few times when he had come to Sicily for business, we would meet up.

Well, he was secretive and acted so antsy about being seen in public, I had originally thought he was still in the closet. So I had to do a background check on him. That was when I found out he was my Father's replacement for me.

At that moment.

I thought, ~What a poor child.

My grandfather must have ruined his life.~

It would be better to end this obscene relationship now, lest I ruined his life any further.

I had to cut off every contact with him.

“Roy… you must have known. right?” He raised his head. His voice was laced with bitterness.

I raised both of my hands up and smirked.

“Don’t say that. Why would I do such a thing, knowing you're my little bro?” I mocked.

He grabbed my clothes.

I laughed.

“shut your fucking mouth, you piece of shit. I'm not your fucking brother.” he gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the urge to scream at me.

“oh, yeah?” I pried his hands off me, and straightened out my clothes.

He looked around suspiciously, to see if anyone had seen him grab me furiously.

“Whatever happened in the past, stays in the past. Rowen,” he threatened. Arranged his clothes and walked away.

“Got it!” I called out after him with my hands behind my back.

Now it's time for the main course.

“Hi dad.” I greeted as I walked into his study, just like years ago. It still had that musty smell of old books and coffee.

He was talking to Mr Krush in a hushed tone.

His wife was pacing the room in frustration. She shot me a dirty glare.

“Oh... Hi mum.” I waved at her.

They both ignored me.

I sighed and turned to Mr Krush—with a dead expression.

“I think your work here is done. Mr Krush.”

From just a glance he could tell—that was clearly an order.

He smiled a little and begged to be excused.

“You… you evil child!” My mom insulted me.

I nodded my head and turned to my dad.

“Dad. I'm back now, You're going to show me the ropes. Right?”

He remained silent. His eyes fixed on a particular spot outside the window.

“Oh… also, this mansion…” I looked around the place for a second.

Wearing a devilish grin.

“I'll be staying here. You..." I pointed at him.

" Will have to leave.”