Chapter 002: Second Night Mistake

"Is everything alright, babe? You looked like you just saw a ghost. Are you sick?" Clarisse asks, breaking the heavy tension between me and her brother, Charlie.

How I wish he could be just a ghost, Clarisse. But he’s fucking real. He is standing still in front of me while holding your hands.

I have a lot of questions running wild inside my brain about how and why this is happening to me. Of all the people I can have sex with has to be Clarisse’s brother.

I can rest assured if he were simply her cousin, a male friend, her ex-boyfriend, or a distant relative. Any kind of relationship apart than being siblings. This is bullshit!

Clarisse suddenly holds my cold and trembling hands. The warmth of her hands has helped me get a grip on myself, making me realize that I couldn't do anything to him in front of everyone.

"Of course, everything’s fine, babe," I reply as I accept Charlie’s handshake, pretending not to know him. 

"Good to hear. Shall we start the wedding then?" She asks. 

Leaving with no other choice, I calm my nerves, learn to fake a smile, and face toward the altar where the priest has been patiently waiting for us.

Let alone Clarisse’s eagerness to become Mrs. de Guzman is written all over her face. She appears to be in a hurry and did not even ask how last night’s bachelor party was.

But I didn’t waste a minute after the wedding either. I reach out to Allen the second I set foot on one of our beach resorts, where Clarisse and I decided to have our one-week honeymoon.

“Give me all the information about my wife’s older brother, Charlie. Everything,” I say in a low voice, knowing Clarisse is in the bathroom. “Also, buy me one unregistered gun. I want it before dawn, do you understand?”

“Boss, are you going to kill someone? Wait. Does this mean you are not joking with your message earlier, aren't you? Does it have something to do with Clarisse’s brother?” Allen replies from the other end of the phone.

I am their boss, the soon-to-be CEO of a multi-billion-dollar company. They must now bow before me if they want to get my good side.

I should be the one who asks questions, not the other way around.

Moreover, my patience is getting thinner and thinner every time I think about the bastard. I hate being interrogated, especially by those people below me.

Our company paid them more than enough. I paid them extra with my pocket money every time I asked them to do something for me.

"Don't stain your hands with someone's blood, boss. They're not worthy of you. How about let us handle this small matter, like we always do?"

Allen's proposal undeniably piques my interest. Everything I asked him to do, small or big, was indeed done spotless, as if the incident had never existed. 

How I wish this problem could be solved by him alone. But this is not as easy as he thinks it is.

Killing Charlie involves my darkest secret. A secret that I must bury for the rest of my life. On top of that, I can't afford to lose everything I've built. My name. Fame. And the company.

“Can you just stop asking questions? I am going to kill you if you can’t provide me with the gun later tonight. Do you understand?” I ended the call as soon as I heard the crackling sound of the bathroom door.

“Is everything alright, babe?” Clarisse asks in an enticing tone.

She is wearing a white and see-through bathrobe to seduce me. She even exposes her long legs. Of course, I already expected this to happen.

We are now husband and wife. Having sex is inevitable. 

“Everything’s fine,” I reply, trying to avoid making eye contact with her. “Let’s get this done, Clarisse. I have an urgent business somewhere later tonight.”

Clarisse is not the type of wife who prefers step by step. She wants everything done in the blink of an eye, which includes propagating.

Before I agreed to marry her, I did some digging. I knew Dad also did the same thing. People who didn’t know her true identity praised her like the Blessed Virgin Mary.

She’s too liberated in real life. News even reached me that she once experienced a threesome in bed. I mean, who does that kind of unholiness?

Despite all that, my dad doesn’t care who she is. Though I can’t entirely blame him. For my heartless dad, wealthy people deserve to be with people like us, regardless of their wrongdoing.

He forced me to marry her, and I can do nothing about that. I wanted to inherit our company as it is the only opportunity I knew that could give me the kind of freedom that I want in this life.

“Wait,” I quickly blurted when she was about to reach out to my dick.

“Isn’t this what you want, babe? I want you to be the happiest man alive. And I can give it to you, right here, right now,” Clarisse impatiently replies as she lowers my boxers.

I know swallowing someone’s dick is just a piece of cake for someone like her. There's no doubt. But the problem is me. I don’t know how or why my dick stood harder, but it's certainly not because of her.

Charlie. Shit! What have you done to me? Why do I keep thinking about you even in the middle of having sex with my wife?

"Dominick, where are you going? Come back! We haven't started yet!"

I stop at the doorway and tilt my head back to the bed, "I'll be outside for a moment. You can go to sleep first if you need to."

"What time will you come back?" She insisted.

"I'll wake you up once I get back to continue what we started, okay?"

That was a lie. I had to lie to make her stop asking further questions.

After having a one-night stand with Charlie, I started to feel suffocated being with any woman, including my wife.

That bastard must have cast some witch’s spells on me for longing for his arms. His kisses. His sweet voice. His handsome face. His hard and thick dick.

Damn it! No. I have to kill him before I completely go insane. Charlie is going to be my downfall. I can't let that happen. 

As soon as I got out of the resort, I reached out to Allen again.

"Search for his whereabouts in five minutes and send me the address. Don’t forget to bring the gun that I asked you to. Understood?"

"You mean, your wife's brother?" Allen replies. 

"Charlie. His name is fucking Charlie. Don’t ask more questions. I'm not in the mood right now." Then I ended the call.

Five minutes later, I stood among the wasted crowd with my eyes as sharp as an eagle's, searching for his whereabouts.

I'm at the bar. The same bar where I threw my bachelor party with my friends. Hidden behind my black leather jacket is the weapon that I am going to use to annihilate Charlie.

"Looking for me?"

Charlie never ceased to surprise me. He grabs my hand and drags me to the nearby toilet room. Then he pins me against the wall with our faces almost half an inch closer.

He's already drunk, I can tell.

"Did you miss me already?" He asks as he attempts to kiss me on the lips.

I push him away, but he fights back and pins me against his chest. He kisses me again. This time, on my neck. A deep one, as if he is sucking up all the blood stored in my body.

"Say something, brother-in-law." He teasingly continues, "You're already married to my sister. Aren't we supposed to stay away from each other?"

I tried to resist myself from getting horny, but I can't. Bullshit! I just can’t. Seeing his neck sweating all over is already driving me crazy.

"Yes, I've missed you a lot, Charlie. Kiss me on the lips already," I bit the lower corner of my lip as I didn’t expect those words to come out of my mouth.

Charlie looks at me deeply in the eye and smiles as if something from what I said amuses him.

He replies, his hands like a thief, searching for something all over me. “I’ll do everything you say, Dominick. I am going to kiss you and fuck you again and again. Don’t you dare blame me for being ruthless, brother-in-law?”

I hate talking in this kind of situation. So, I took the first move. I kissed him.

“Should we go somewhere more private and solemn?” he proposes, his eyes begging.