My brother's Best Friend Made Me a Sinner

I stared flatly at Dallas, who stood before me. "Can you stop involving yourself in everything that concerns me, Dallas?" I tried to control my tone but couldn't hide my disgust for him simultaneously. "This is too much." Arabella stared intently at him.

Dallas looked from the bottom to the top of my appearance. "I'm not overdoing it, and I'm doing what I think is right. Tonight, you're not going anywhere." He made that clear in his voice and didn't want to be contradicted.

I held up the bottom of my dress and showed it to Dallas. "But I've been preparing since this afternoon, Dallas." I half whined at him. "I want to go." Then afterward, I spoke pushily to get him to change his mind.

Dallas ignored my gaze. "You're not going anywhere, Arabel. I won't allow it, so you'd better change your clothes." Dallas wasn't listening at all.

My eyes stared at him with furrowed brows. What pissed me off was that Dallas' unilateral decision had canceled my party with my friends.

"Forget about my business today that also had your interference," I mentioned it because Dallas had exceeded my patience. And I didn't accept it either because Dallas made me unable to build connections for myself; thanks to Dallas, I had no experience working in any field.

"But did you have to go this far with my social connections?" I stood right in front of Dallas, and I looked at him sharply, implying how upset and frustrated I was with Dallas. "You called my friends and told them not to include me in bad things. That's terrible, Dallas. You accused my friends and embarrassed me." I gasped.

Dallas pursed his lips and pressed them together as he looked at me intently. "I'm just worried you'll fall into the same thing. Arabella, you're too young to get involved in those relationships."

I snorted, and I gave Dallas a skeptical look. "Party," I whispered in despair. "What I want to do with my friends is just enjoy a normal teenage party." I stared fixedly at Dallas, with my breathing sounding heavy. I moved my face towards Dallas, looking so annoyed at him that my body shook as I said it. "It's not like you think it's just another party, and again, 21 years old should be enough to give me control over what I want to do. I'm not a little teenager anymore, Dallas."

Dallas lowered his gaze to me, who was standing right in front of him, my short body making Dallas look down to see me. "To me, you're still a kid, Arabel. So I won't let you do what I don't think is good for you. Unless I'm there and can watch you, you can go." She insisted.

"Come on, Dallas." I clenched my fists. "I'm an adult, that's a fact. So stop interfering with my personal life and managing it like yours." My breathing was ragged and harsh. I was angry.

Dallas looked at me, not to be outdone; he held his gaze. "Your life is my life. Arabella, you are my sister."

I was stunned to hear that stared at Dallas momentarily. But a moment was a long time for my emotions to mix and build up until he was overwhelmed. My blood seemed to be rushing to my heart and making a chaotic throbbing inside my chest. I felt like I was on fire and feeling claustrophobic.

"My life is my life, Dallas. It would help if you stopped trying to control me, and I want to do things. Play with my friends, work, even have a boyfriend that I can never have because you keep pushing away guys who like me," I railed at Dallas with a burst of emotion.

I clearly remember what Dallas did when my classmate asked me for a date. Dallas showed up and said things like an older man. He made the guy run away because he feared the big Dallas and threatened him.

My breathing was ragged, my chest rose and fell, and I began to have trouble breathing. Moments after expressing my complaints, my chest felt even tighter than it had for some time. My vision started to look strange, then my eyes lost their focus, and in the next split second, I collapsed.

Before I lost consciousness completely, I saw Dallas' eyes widen in surprise to find my body staggering. He swiftly spread his arms, catching me in his arms. "Arabel... Arabel, wake up." He patted me lightly on the cheek as my consciousness began to fade, and then I lost consciousness.

"Are you awake?" I opened my eyes slowly and heard Dallas' voice faintly. He was moving quickly and erratically when he saw me awake.

I stayed still momentarily, then slowly tried to sit up with Dallas' help. "Slow down," Dallas said worriedly.

I ignored him. "What happened to me?" I asked without looking away.

Dallas sighed softly. "The doctor said you lost consciousness suddenly due to stress."

I said nothing. I had guessed it. I felt tight in my chest while talking to Dallas, but I ignored my body's signals because I was so upset and angry.

"The doctor told you to calm down. I'll cover all your needs, so you rest." Dallas tried to help me lie down again, but I resisted his hand.

My eyes stared at him quiveringly. "Don't you know what that means?" I looked at him deeply and looked tormented. "Dallas, all of this happened because you kept setting me up, and now you keep doing it," I spoke softly. "Dallas, I'm so tired; I want to stay away from you. I want to calm down." I made a quick decision.

Dallas closed my eyes, and he found my request challenging to agree to. "I can't, and I'll be in trouble if I don't confirm in person that you're okay." He sighed. He looked like he was trying to hold himself together but couldn't.

"Dallas..." I called his name with desperate pustules, making Dallas seem at war with himself.

Dallas took a hard breath, turned the other way quickly, then caught his breath and faced me again. "Arabella, please, listen to me." He asked desperately.

But I was so tired of listening and living under his rules. "Dallas, this time, please do the opposite... You listen to me." I begged him back. "Following all your rules is pressuring me, and if this continues, then nothing good will happen. I might end up hating you, and our relationship will deteriorate." That was the last thing I wanted.

Dallas fell silent, what I said seeming to punch him in the gut and snap him out of it. He averted his face, refraining from contradicting me. "Alright, I agree. I have a friend in the South, you can stay there for a while. I'll call him." Dallas found a solution.

But I wasn't happy with his solution. "You're leaving me with your friend?" I was stunned. "You want to make your friend your spy, is that it?" I refused.

Dallas looked like, if necessary, he would install a lot of mobile CCTV to keep an eye on me while I was away from him.

"It's not like that." He argued. "At least let me know where you are and what you're doing so I can relax. I'm not going to micromanage you and forbid you from doing what you want to do. That's the least you can offer me."

I paused, thinking about the South. There was so much fun and good scenery there. Then I saw Dallas, looking at his serious face. I felt like this was a step up for me. "Okay."

I calmed down a little. I breathed fresh air from Dallas's agreement about my desire to be away from him. I began to imagine that my life without Dallas would be exciting, and that excited me.

The next day, I got ready, and then Dallas drove me to the airport. "This is Sean's address over there. I just gave it to him in case I asked him to pick you up at the airport as soon as you arrived." He handed me a piece of paper while helping me to load my luggage at the screening system.

I looked at the paper, then put it away in my bag. "Alright, I'll call you when I arrive, Dallas." Arabella hugged Dallas, who hugged him back tightly before going through the screening and boarding the plane.

"Yeah, make sure you tell me." He waved his hand at me.

After saying goodbye to Dallas, I sat on the plane and looked at the clear sky that day. The flight didn't take long; I was at the airport about an hour later, but when I arrived, I waited longer than the flight time.

"Where the hell is he?" I muttered to myself as I walked out of the airport. I had already called Dallas to let him know that I had arrived.

I opened the paper Dallas had given me, copied Sean's number, and dialed Sean. But the owner of the number never picked up the phone. "Where exactly is he?" I was getting tired of waiting.

Since my friend Dallas said he was not coming, I stopped a taxi at the airport. "Please take me to Blue Ocean Street," I called after I sat in the cab.

The journey by taxi was pretty fast. I exited the cab and stood in a large, magnificent house. I looked at the luxurious home in amazement. "Wow, is Sean this rich?" I muttered. My memories of Dallas's rich friends were almost non-existent. So, I didn't know that Dallas had left me to live in such a luxurious house.

I pressed the doorbell, but no one came to greet me. "Did he go to pick me up?" I wondered, then I opened the door and found it unlocked. "He didn't lock the house?" I carefully stepped inside while giggling because I could wait more comfortably inside, even if Sean weren't home.

But as I entered and walked inside, I heard a strange voice. "Slow down.... .... Please do it slowly..." The sighing sound was faintly audible in the other room.

"What is it?" I muttered a little and searched for the source hesitantly.

"Keep going... Please do it faster... ah..." The more my feet advanced, the more I heard the voice, and as she advanced further, I was stunned to stare in surprise at the center room that was open to the rest of the house.

"Wait a minute..." replied the man, panting and sighing slightly in the middle of his rush.

I saw the apparition of a naked man with a woman lying beneath him, moaning wildly. "Sean .... s-slow down." This time, the woman under him screamed with a different request.

"I will, in a little while. A little more..." said the man called Sean, continuing to move on top of her with a fast rhythm.

I couldn't believe it. I reflexively covered my mouth, which made the suitcase in my hand fall and diverted the attention of the two people turned to me. The man, called Sean, looked back at me. But he didn't move from his place and kept moving his body over the woman faster. "Argh... Sean..." The woman's sigh seemed to feel the peak of pleasure that Sean was also touching.

"Shit!"

I heard the man managed to get what he wanted. Then he casually got up from the sofa, zipping up his pants without looking away, trying to hide that vital part of his body as he stuffed it under his pants. While the woman who had been lying on the sofa was busy hurriedly covering her body and putting on her clothes. The man smiled at the woman's panic.

He left the woman on the sofa and walked over to me casually as if nothing had happened. He ruffled his hair and smoothed it down. "You're Arabella?" His heavy voice made it difficult for me to move. I could only nod once.

The man had clear, immersive green eyes. "Looks like I forgot to pick you up at the airport because I was a little busy here," he said shamelessly.