Fuck! This is sick!

“What did I just hear you say?” he asked, his brow slightly furrowed.

“I—I said that I would love to attend Collin’s birthday party tonight. Please let me go,” I said, summoning all the courage I could muster.

Roy stared at me for a few seconds, his cold eyes piercing through mine.

“I don’t want to see you out of this house tonight. And never repeat this statement again, or else…” he said in a low, angry tone.

With that, he turned to leave.

Collin glanced down at me, shaking his head in disappointment.

“I’m so sorry,” he said before following Roy out.

Why? Why couldn’t Roy let me live my life? What did I ever do to him?

“Phone buzzing.”

I looked down at my phone, vibrating against the coffee table, flashing across the screen was my best friend’s name: Ruby.

“Hey, Ruby,” I said in a low tone.

“Nayla, what’s wrong?” she asked, clearly sensing my distress.

“Nothing, I’m fine. What’s up?” I replied.

“We’re meeting up with Manager Nathan at the Cafe this afternoon. He said that Dior finally selected both of us for the shoot. Finally!” she exclaimed.

“No way! Stop! Tell me you’re joking!” I said, unable to believe her words.

“I’m not! Nathan just called to break the good news a few minutes ago. I didn’t even believe him at first. I’m so happy! We worked so hard for this!” Ruby said, her voice buzzing with joy and excitement.

I had prayed for this opportunity years ago. It felt impossible because I never had much confidence in myself or my body. Even though I received compliments from many people and brands I’d worked with about how magnificent and perfect my body and bone structure were, deep down… I couldn’t shake off the doubts.

“Let me get dressed. I’ll meet you at our usual spot. See you soon!” I said.

“Alright. See you,” Ruby replied, and I ended the call.

Finally!……

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ROY’S POV

I held the steering wheel, my eyes fixed on the road, but I couldn’t help but notice Collin glaring at me in annoyance.

“What?!” I snapped, stealing a glance at him.

“Why?” he asked.

“Why what?” I frowned, pretending I didn’t know what he was about to say.

“Why do you treat Nayla so badly? Like she’s a child who can’t decide for herself?” Collin said, but I rolled my eyes, ignoring his questions.

“She’s literally an adult. I mean, at eighteen, you were already living your best life. Why can’t you let her have a little fun?” Collin mumbled. From the way he spoke, I could tell how fed up and angered he was. But if only he knew how much I couldn’t help it.

“Don’t tell me you’re still blaming her for your parents’ deaths,” he said, and I turned to him, unable to say a word.

Five years after Nayla came into our family, both of my parents experienced the same tragic car accident that had taken her parents' lives, leaving me to handle everything my father ever built at such a young age.

It was made clear to me that Nayla was the cause. I mean, why did my parents die like hers did?

I should hate her. I should hate her for bringing bad luck to my home. I should hate her for ruining my perfect and beautiful family. But that’s not the case. Because despite all the reasons to hate her, I find myself overly protective of her. I find myself lost in her alluring hazel-green eyes. I find myself reminiscing about her smile, her face, her body, oh! her body!

I should hate her, but instead, I crave her scent, her presence, even while I’m at work. I can’t help how my heart races whenever she isn’t home or near.

I should despise her, but I feel my bulge rise whenever she puts on that red sexy nightwear.

I can’t hate her, because instead… I find myself wanting her, craving her so badly.

Fuck! I can’t think like this. I can’t feel like this. She’s my little sister. That’s all she has to be. Nothing more.

“Look, Collin, I’m only looking out for her, that’s all,” I said calmly. Collin didn’t respond; he just shook his head, turned on his phone, and began scrolling through it.

Was I pushing this too far?

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I pulled up in front of my company’s gate. The guards bowed their heads to me before rushing to open the gate.

I drove inside, heading toward the parking lot to park my white Bugatti Chiron. That was when I noticed a blonde-haired lady stepping out of her black Mercedes G-Wagon.

I gasped in disbelief as she turned towards us. Why did she look so much like Nayla? Same hair, same height, almost the same body, but Nayla’s perfect—so perfect.

Who was she? And why was she approaching my car with a wide smile?

I turned to Collin for any clue about who she was. He wasn’t focused on me; I guessed he was also lost in the lady’s beauty. He better not be.

I stepped out of my car just as she neared me.

“Hi, Mr. Roy. It’s nice to finally meet you in person,” she said as we exchanged handshakes.

Oh, she knew who I was. Interesting.

“It’s nice to meet you too. Sorry, have we met?” I asked, turning to Collin, who stood a few inches away, watching.

“Actually, we haven’t. I’ve only heard a lot about you from my father, Mr. Parker. He’s a close friend of your late father. He sent me to discuss the collaboration on our new project with you,” she said, although her intense gaze said otherwise.

I smiled warmly. I knew who Mr. Parker was, but I never knew he had a daughter.

“Wow. That’s great to hear. Why don’t we discuss it further in my office?” I asked.

“Sure!” She nodded with a wide grin.

“Shall we?” I gestured toward the entrance as we both walked towards the building.

The fact that she reminded me of Nayla made my cock rise so hard…. it made me want to have her right there on the spot—something I’d been wanting to do with Nayla.

Maybe I could, I’ll just have to pretend she’s Nayla, right?….. Fuck, this is sick!