Chapter 003: His Proposal

Rejecting or disagreeing with Charlie’s proposal seems to be no longer an option for me when he locks his hand with mine and drags me to the parking lot.

We then hop into his car in a race. He is holding the steering wheel, yet his mouth is busy savoring mine.

“Someone might see us, Charlie,” I said, but I don’t know if I should be worried or not, since putting his hard dick inside me is what’s running on my mind at the moment. “Do you have someplace safer than the parking lot?”

“How about my place?” he whispers, sending a mix of cold and warm shivers down my spine.

Even if I have no idea where he lives, I nod right away. Having sex with him in his place is way better than at the parking lot.

I still have some decency left in me. With that being said, Charlie brought me to his apartment and made our second night mistake.

I am supposed to put a bullet inside his head, making sure he couldn’t see the next sunrise. That’s the main reason I search for him in the bar.

But I couldn’t even dare pull the gun out of my leather jacket. Instead, Charlie pulled in closer, the warmth of our bodies igniting a fire between us.

“Are you sure about doing this with me, Dominick? How about my sister, huh?” he whispers in my ear while removing his bow tie.

“Clarisse’s already asleep by now,” I whisper back as I help him remove his tuxedo. “Also, address me, like you always do. Brother-in-law.”

My breath hitches as Charlie brushes his lips against mine, coaxing and inviting. There was an urgency on our movements, as though the world outside faded away, leaving only the intoxicating connection we shared.

Charlie’s hands roam my back, tracing the contours of my spine, drawing shivers of delight from within. With each touch, I felt the intense chemistry that crackled in the air, heightening every sensation.

“Why?” he asks.

“It turns me on every time you call me that,” I replied, despite having a hard time breathing. “Can you say it again?”

“Say please for me first,” he orders maniacally.

I smile at him and breathe, “Please?”

“You’re so fucking sexy, brother-in-law!”

“Can you say it again?” I beg. “Please?”

“Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow, brother-in-law!”

Charlie and I lost ourselves in the rhythm of each other’s bodies that felt both instinctual and divine.

“Brother-in-law,” I gasp, my voice trembling with desire.

Charlie responded by deepening our kiss, his lips molding perfectly with mine. His fingers tangle in my hair, his heart racing as we explore each other with fervor.

The world outside ceases to exist as we surrender to the moment, our hearts beating in synchrony.

With every whispered word and gentle touch, we communicate everything that words could not convey.

I am not an expert when it comes to bed; in fact, this is going to be my second time. But with Charlie leading me, I don’t need to ask further questions.

The next morning, I open my eyes as I realize I still have unfinished business to do, which is to kill Charlie.

He is still snoring as I lift half of my body. I wave my hands above his face, making sure he isn’t faking it.

As far as I am concerned, he fucked me like there’s no tomorrow, feeling like it was going to be our last.

“Charlie,” I softly breathe out his name, still feeling unsure. I breathe out his name not just once, but thrice.

However, he never responds at all. Not even a moan or a sigh.

So, I crawl out of bed to search for the gun.  I cock the gun as soon as it lands in my hands and point the tip straight through his head.

There’s no way he could survive once the bullet gets buried inside his head. Last night was one of the best days of my life. Charlie and I had sex again.

But I had to make sure our second mistake is also the end between us. I pull the trigger without any sign of hesitation.

“Idiot,” Charlie’s sleepy voice suddenly echoes throughout the room.

To my surprise, Charlie pulls me onto the bed by force before he jumps on top of me and says, “If you wanted to kill me, you have to make sure the gun is loaded with at least one bullet first, Dominick.”

He snatches the gun from me and grabs something underneath the pillow. It’s the bullets. He cocks it and points the tip straight to my forehead.

Allen checked the gun last night before he passed it down to me. I was damn sure it was loaded with bullets.

When did Charlie get the chance to remove them? We slept next to each other after we had sex, and my head has been resting on his shoulder since then.

I didn’t notice him crawling out of bed as far as I can remember. Did it happen while having sex?

No, I highly doubt that.

Our bodies were too inseparable at that crucial moment. He participated more than I did. But when? Did I miss something?

“This is how you are going to kill someone, Dominick,” he says. “But I guess you knew nothing about guns.”

“Let go of me, you bastard!” I growl, still struggling to get him away from me. “Do you have any idea who I am, huh?”

“Of course, I know you for two reasons.” He replies, extending with a smile. “First, you’re my sister’s newly-wedded husband. Second, you are the man who had sex with her brother. Twice, for the record.”

I am supposed to get scared when, with just one click of the gun, my head is going to burst. However, anger and hatred rage through every fiber of my muscles as I look at him in control of the situation.

He came into my life like a bolt of lightning and moved at the speed of light. I have never felt defeated and outsmarted in my whole life.

Even those with wealth and power bowed before me. Poor people were born to be my servants. He’s not an exception. This is ridiculous!

The person who could beat me hasn’t been born yet. I had to think fast and do something before it’s too late.

“With that being said, I was wondering if my sister or your parents already knew that you’re like this.”

“Like what exactly, huh, Charlie?” I ask, provoking him to buy time to think smartly.

I turn my hands into hard fists as I grit my teeth, full of regret. Utter regrets about everything.

This bastard even knew my weakness. Perhaps he intentionally approached me to expose my deepest secret to everyone.

“A slut like you?” I snort. “Performance-wise, do you think I am like you?”

Charlie laughs, his rough voice irritates me even more. “I’m not like you, Dominick,” he replies, extending with a smile. “Even Clarisse knew that I’m gay.”

The bastard seems to have realized that I was already having a hard time breathing from his choke. He jumps out of me and drops the gun in the corner, away from me.

I reach out to my neck where the pain lingers and look at him sharply.

“So, here’s my suggestion, Dominick.” He continues while putting on his clothes. “Be my secret boyfriend. Have sex with me like this.”

Several long, curved lines were engraved on my forehead as soon as I heard that.

“Or else what, huh? Are you going to tell them that we had sex twice?” I blurt as I jump out of bed and grab my clothes from the floor. “Are you threatening me?”

“This is not a threat, Dominick.” He replies with a blink. “But a proposal. I like you. And I know you like most being with me. It’ll be a waste if we are to put an end to this too soon, don’t you agree?”

“What?” Several long, curved lines were carved on my forehead.

“Deny it or not, you can’t run away from me anymore, Dominick. This is no longer a mistake. You crave it. And you can’t just do it with anyone else, but me.”

After putting on his clothes, he walks closer and kisses me on the forehead. “So, do we have a deal?”