NO WAY!!!

THE NEXT MORNING;

NAYLA’S POV…..

I sat across from Roy at the dining table, his eyes glued to his phone, his legs crossed and barely touching his food.

Despite his relaxed posture, I could see a worried look etched on his face, like someone was bothering him over a text.

I glanced down at my own untouched food, the memory of last night replaying in my head for the hundredth time or more.

Should I tell him? Fuck no! How would he react? He’d probably call me crazy because it’s impossible for anyone to have broken into the house when the locks are still intact. I had checked them before Roy returned this morning. The doors were locked. No one was in here.

I could have been hallucinating, or not… Gosh, it felt so real.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, drifting both our attention toward the door.

I was about to get up, but he got up before me.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it,” he said as he hurriedly walked toward the door.

I frowned, dumbfounded. He never gets up to open the door. Was he in some kind of trouble?

I walked slowly toward the door, curious to know who it was. But whoever it was, Roy wasn’t willing to let them in.

He stood by the door, his tall and muscular build blocking whoever it was. I moved in closer, straining to hear their conversation as it grew louder.

“Why would you do that to me last night? Do you know how embarrassing it was for me to desperately throw my body at you and still get rejected?” The lady’s voice came through, frustrated and pained.

“You haven’t answered my question. What are you doing here? How did you find my house? And why have you been buzzing my phone?” Roy questioned, his tone tense.

Before I could get a glimpse of the lady’s face, Roy turned to me, his eyes filled with anger and frustration.

“Go back inside now!” he yelled, causing me to jerk in fear.

Why was he so angry? And what had it gotten to do with me?

Without hesitation, I turned around to leave, heading upstairs to my room, not bothering to finish the food I hadn’t even started. I had lost my appetite.

I decided to take my morning bath to calm my nerves and maybe watch some movies since it was Saturday.

I opened my drawer, taking out one of my raspberry-scented candles. I lit it, letting the sweet smell spread gradually.

I put on some jazz music, took off my clothes, and then hopped in the shower.

As the warm water ran through my body, I swayed my hips slowly, trying to move with the soft music, trying to forget everything about last night. But I couldn’t. Not when I longed for a touch like that.

Not when I had never been touched by any man, leaving me wondering how it feels. Although, I had read about it in books, I had watched it in movies, and I had heard a lot about it from my best friend Ruby—how much she loves being fucked by her boyfriend, and how insanely good it feels.

Hearing all this still doesn’t help me at all. Because I want to know how good it feels. I want to know what an orgasm feels like. I badly want to know, and it’s killing me.

After taking my bath, which seemed to ease my anxiety a bit, I picked out my most comfortable clothes: an armless top and baggy jogging pants.

I settled in bed, ready to watch a couple of romantic movies. But a soft knock interrupted the peaceful moment.

“Come in!” I yelled, watching the door slowly open, revealing my big brother, Roy.

Looking at him reminded me of the similarities he had with the figure from last night, but I shrugged it off.

“Look, Nayla. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I—I’m sorry,” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

Somebody tell me I’m dreaming! Roy literally apologized to me for the first time since I knew him?!

I sat upright, unsure of how to react to his apology. This was strange… unlike him.

“It’s fine. Uhm… I understand,” I said, but he frowned, his eyes narrowed.

“You understand what?” he asked, leaving me confused.

“I—I meant….” I stuttered in confusion, not knowing what to say to him, but he shook his head.

“Don’t worry. Come downstairs. Mr. Thorian, Dad’s lawyer, said he’s on his way now. He has something important to discuss with us,” he said, and with that, he left, shutting the door.

What was that about?…

———

Roy and I sat across from Mr. Thorian, who had just arrived a few minutes earlier.

He picked up his suitcase, opened it, and brought out a few documents.

I could feel my heart race because I hated situations like this—situations that reminded not just me but Roy about his parents' loss.

“This is your father’s short and final will, and it is stated that I read it out in front of you both,” he said, putting on his glasses that made him look older than his middle age.

Mr. Thorian cleared his throat, his voice calm as he began.

“To my beloved children, Roy and Nayla, I leave behind a legacy of love and wealth. However, there is a condition that must be met for you to inherit the fifty billion dollars I have amassed.”

My heart raced as I exchanged a glance with Roy, who looked equally puzzled and alarmed.

“Both of you must be married within three months from the time this will is being read to you,” Mr. Thorian continued. “Once you each find a spouse and are legally married, only then will you gain access to the trust that holds the family wealth.”

Married? To anyone in three months?! The audacity of it left me speechless. Why would Father do this?

“You can’t be serious?” Roy exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of shock and anger. “What kind of sick joke is this?”