One Night Mistake: My Brother-in-Law, My Lover

Dominick’s POV

“Damn it! Can someone turn that fucking lights off? I can’t sleep well. It’s too uncomfortable!”

Lascivious pleasure shivers down my spine as I reach out to my dick. I gently rub its base to make it stand as hard as steel.

Morning call. That's pretty normal for men, especially when the spirit of the alcohol still flows in your veins. People often say that alcohol consumption before sex can cause sexual dysfunction.

I doubt that. My hard and drooling dick is one of the living proofs that it’s just a rumor.

“How I wish I could use this dick to slap someone’s face. That feels satisfying, I guess!” I thought to myself.

This is getting bigger and harder every time I rub it, reminding me of last night’s game.

Last night at the bar was a blast for me. I didn’t expect my friends to be that stupid enough to play truth or dare like kids.

Those bastards even made me confess that I’ve been into men for as long as I can remember. Damn it! That’s gonna be the last. I will never hang out and drink with them anymore.

But, wait!

Did I hear it right that someone just ordered me to switch off the light? Me, of all people? Does this person have a death wish?

“How dare you? I am not your goddamn servant, you son of a bitch…”

I am about to reach out to his neck, but seeing his innocent face and perfectly built naked body made me freeze to death.

Instead, I tilted my face through all corners of this tiny and unfamiliar room, searching for possible clues of foul play. Payment or a signed agreement between us. Anything.

My head keeps spinning, yet a part of me feels at ease knowing this tiny room isn’t mine. Either way, I could not find any evidence apart from our clothes and four used condoms on the floor.

No wonder my body felt pain all over when I woke up. I tilt my face back to the man to confront him.

This man. Whoever he is. Did he and I have a one-night stand the day before my wedding?

“Judging by the look on your face, you must have remembered how you enjoyed being fucked by me, haven’t you?”

My mind went blank as I looked him straight in the eye. He wakes up finally. I tried to remember what exactly happened last night and how he and I ended up in one room, both naked.

He hops out of bed and searches for his boxers before he adds, “Don’t worry, I am not the kind of person who would barge into someone’s wedding and shout ‘S-T-O-P’. You and I were drunk last night. That’s all to think about.”

I grit my teeth and turn my hands into fists in disbelief, looking at him as if nothing had happened. Does that mean he knew I'm getting married in a few hours?

He grabs his wallet and surprises me when he drops a few bucks on the bed. “Thanks for last night, dude. I would be denying myself if I said I didn’t have much fun having sex with you.”

Then he leaves the room without turning back and it pisses me off. My anger and hatred toward him reach new heights. I could not believe I just let go of him that easily.

I am supposed to stop, or worse, kill him, considering he and I made something we shouldn’t have, to begin with. But none of that happened.

“He not only took advantage of me, but also humiliated me. Everything he said earlier was supposed to be my lines.”

People like me must be the ones who drop money on their faces! But he did it first. What’s worse than that, he priced my entire night performance for a hundred bucks!

Is he kidding me?

“That bastard belittled me. Who does he think he is, huh?” I blurt, looking at the money in disgust. “I am the heir and soon-to-be CEO of a multi-billion-dollar company.”

I searched my phone and dialed Allen’s number as soon as it landed in my hands.

“Thank goodness,” Allen heaves deeply from the other end of the call. “Boss, do you have any idea how many times I have been calling you?”

“I’m not in the mood right now, Allen,” I reply. “I want you to look for someone…” I am about to order him to hunt the man, but then I realized no one must know about the incident.

Too helpless, I clench the phone as if it was about to bend sideways, “Damn it.” I curse at myself before I end the call.

Instead of telling Allen something, I rush back to the mansion and prepare for the wedding.

“It’s just a one-night mistake. Nothing more. Nothing less.” I inhale and exhale deeply as I convince myself that while waiting for Clarisse, my bride, and soon-to-be wife, to arrive.

My name is Dominick Roy de Guzman. I turned twenty-six yesterday, the same day I threw a bachelor party with my circle of friends.

I am GAY. Born to be one. Certainly, growing old one. I attempted to build and have intimate relationships with countless gorgeous and rich women, but not a single one worked out.

Well. Maybe this is who I really am. But let me tell you one more secret about me. I’ve been keeping this side of me for as far as I can remember.

Most people, including Don Emilio, my ruthless dad, often considered our kind as someone having a contagious disease or being pests in society.

They superstitiously claimed that gays and lesbians were the reason for catastrophic events such as storms, typhoons, earthquakes, or every time there’s loads of lightning.

I get it. They hated us to the deepest part of their soul. My dad would despise me for being one.

That’s why I kept this secret from everyone, including my family and close friends, and married Clarisse even if it was against my will.

But why is that arrogant bastard the one walking Clarisse toward the altar instead of her parents?

The balls of my eyes were about to fall from my face at the sight of this person I least expected to see before and after the wedding.

He looks exceptionally stunning in his black and white tailored suit, accentuating his broad shoulders and slim waist as if he were the one getting married. 

I didn’t get much time to observe his face earlier, but now I see him as bright as day. He's too stunning to look at from my point of view. Sadly, his aromatic charm no longer works for me.

“Babe, before I forget, I want you to meet my loving and overprotective brother, Charlie. He’s the one that I kept mentioning every time we had calls at night.”

“What? This bastard is your brother?” The water that I gulp down to my throat feels like having a thorn, hard to swallow.

Indeed, Clarisse keeps bragging to me about her brother every time we have a phone call. She praises him like a saint, claiming he is the kind of brother every princess could dream of.

I simply ignored all of that. She doesn’t matter to me. But this is getting out of control. The man I had a one-night stand with is my wife’s brother?

Does this mean this man already knew I was marrying his sister, doesn’t he?

I stare at him, completely stunned, as if my whole world is starting to fall apart. This man, even if he’s Clarissa’s brother, must not be here.

He says it himself earlier. He’s not the kind of person who would barge into someone’s wedding. Was all that just a fucking lie?

And then he smiles – a slow, almost amused curve of his lips. “Hi,” he says. "Nice to meet you for the first time, brother-in-law. Please, take good care of my little sister from now on, understood?"

Hearing his calm voice urges me to kill him on the spot. I want to remove his limbs one by one with my hands until nothing is left in his body.

This wedding must not commence until he's out of my sight. But how am I gonna do that in this kind of situation?