CHAPTER 4

Damien's POV

“I am going out of the city, for a game.”

No response. “Okay, Adrian,” the soft voice replied. “Should I come with you? To cheer you on maybe?” 

I scoffed. Like my brother wanted her at his side. “No. Stop acting like I married you to be by my side. How many times do I have to tell you, you are just a debt?” Adrian shouted at her. I squeezed the cord of the headset I had on, relaxing back in my chair. He always screamed at her. She had so much anxiety, so much fear and the bastard makes everything worse for her. 

I listened closely to their conversation. The microphone I placed in Sophie's bag during her gym session was perfect. Small, undetectable and it could capture sound from a mile away. “Have a nice trip Adrian.”

It was 8:20 pm. The Kane City Bulls had a match against the Lion Cubs tonight and they had to go to Memphis to play. Adrian had selected his team members, but the bastard did not select me.

I was okay with that though.

Tonight, I will begin my plan. I looked at the clock again. 8:40 pm.  The guards usually had their break by 9 pm, then a new set took over. All employees had to leave by 9:20, with the butler closing up the big gates. 

More importantly, Sophie took her bath by 9:47 pm.

I had time.

I opened the wardrobe, pulling out the make-up essentials I had bought specifically for this. Some concealers should do the trick. The scar at my temple, the one I got the day my brother changed my life, had to be covered. If Sophie saw it, she would know it wasn't Adrian. 

This was what I had been doing for him. Wear the concealer, pretend to be him and take the fall for his misdemeanor. I didn't know how helpful playing him would be when I needed it. Talking softly like him, wearing the same bullshit full grin he always has on when he fucked up. 

Tonight, I would be him to have what is mine.

It is finally 9 pm.

I look in the mirror, my hair geled slick like Adrian had before he left. He wore a blue jean trousers and a gray shirt, carrying a camouflage bag as he left. I bought everything he wore, making sure to arrange those clothes in his closet in a way I was certain would be his first choice. 

“Hello, wife,” I said to myself in the mirror. The scar was covered properly. It was time.

The walk to Adrian's house takes only five minutes. At the entrance, I scan my face in the facial recognition device, and enter the building. A guard was manning the front door. “Boss,” he greeted. My brother rarely spoke to his guards and employees. They were, after all, beneath him. “You are dismissed for tonight,” I said to the guard. “Tell all your colleagues too.”

The guard's eyes widened in disbelief, ‘“Thanks boss,” he said happily. What a fool. If Adrian was close to them, they would have known he wasn't in town. Killing him might actually be so easy, but I fear my father's wrath for now.

It's 9:40 pm.

The house is empty as I make my way upstairs to their room. Right now, Sophie is slathering a thousand dollars worth of skincare products on her face, with Rate playing in the background. I count down the minutes till she goes into the bathroom, excitement coursing through my veins.

As I open the door, the sweet smell of honeysuckle and marshmallows flood my nose. I don't want her to realize I'm here yet, so I hold in the groan stuck at the back of my throat. Walking into the closet, I go to the dirty basket, where I know she has thrown the panties she had in today. 

It is green today, a cotton thong. The crotch side is slightly damp and I bring it up to my nose, sniffing her sweet sweat and musk. The last of her panties I took are already in shreds in my dustbin, filled with my cum. I stuff it in my jeans pockets, then I go sit in the chair, waiting for her to come out.

Tonight, she is in the bathroom for twenty minutes. She does a double take as she emerges, water clinging to her skin. “Adrian?” she whispered in shock. “I thought you were gone.”

I clear my throat, the sight of her alone has made me granite in these jeans. “I came back for you, love.” I said.

Sophie scoffed. “Love?”

I raise a brow at her. “Yes, love.”

Sophie stared at me. “What happened? The match got cancelled?” 

“No,” I shake my head. “Come here, Sophie.”

Her name. This is the first time I am allowing myself to say her name out loud. It rolls off my tongue like it was meant to, like butter and milk melting together to form the sweetest caramel sauce.

Sophie comes closer to me. Her hair is still wet and the light bounces off the water on her body, making her glow like diamonds. “You're so beautiful,” I whispered.

I rose to my feet and grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to me. A gasp escapes her soft lips and just as she's about to speak, I press my lips tightly against hers.

Slowly , I move my hands up, feeling her skin as I go. She kisses me back with much fervour, clinging tightly to my shoulder. I bit her lips and she opened her mouth, allowing my tongue to meet with hers. I shift back from her a bit, her eyes are closed and her face is red. 

“Sophie.” I growled, kissing her again. Taking a hold of her neck in my hand, I squeeze tightly. “Oh,” she moaned into my mouth as I deepened the kiss.

I grab the edge of her towel and pull it from her body. Her nipples are hard, probably from being in the bathroom for so long. I pretend it is from desire for me. I pinched one, making her moan louder into the room.

“Do you like that?” I ask, rubbing the rose bud between my fingers. “Yes, Adrian.” she replied. That infuriates me a bit, the fact I cannot have her without her thinking I am him. I squeezed her breasts in the palm of my hand. “Adrian,” she cried out in pain.

“Lie on the bed Sophie. Stay on the edge.” I instructed her. She rushed to do as I say, shy yet turned on so much for me. 

“Open your legs for me.”

Sophie looked at me from beneath her lashes and then, slowly spread her legs, showing me her pussy. Her golden curls there, the white flesh of her thighs, the pink bud. “Fuck, you're soaked for me,” I said, not able to take my eyes of her. A pink blush crept up her skin at my words. 

“Please Adrian,” she begged.

I had to take care of my girl. 

I went down on my news. “I have been dreaming all day about eating your pussy baby. About how sweet you taste,” I snuff her, rubbing my beards on her thighs. 

“Really? All day?” Sophie asked me. I nod. “All day, my love.”

With that, I close my mouth around her clit, sucking on it. I rolled it in my tongue living the sounds that poured out of her as I moved it in my mouth. I ate her pussy like a starving man cause I was one. Starving for my Sophie, finally, I got to taste her from the source. I pushed my to gue into her home, tongue fucking her. “Fuck Adrian,” she moaned, grabbing my hair and pushing me down on her, riding my face. Only she could use me like this. I stretched my tongue in her till I could feel her G-spot, the rigid bump coming alone as I flicked it. My nose rubbed against her clit. 

“Oh my God. Oh my God, what is happening to me?” She cried out, clutching me tightly. I didn't reply, I just kept at what I was doing. Soon afterwards, I got my reward, her pussy clamped down on my tongue, while she pressed me so close to her.

I could die and this would be the best way to go.

Sophie cums on my tongue, sweet, salty and refreshing. I drink her cum, making sure every single drop of it is in my mouth. When she stops shaking, I raise my head up grinning.

“Oh, Adrian, I am so sorry, I lost control,” she started apologizing. “No, Sophie,” I shushed her. “You never have to apologize for cumming like that for me. One more baby girl,” I said. I wanted her to come on my fingers next, this time, I would watch her face as she came.

“One more,” Sophie cried out as she instinctively spread her legs wider for my hand. “I don't think I can. Please.”

“Shh baby. You are going to come multiple times for me. As much as I like. I want you to be my good little whore,” her breath sped up and I grinned. I knew she had a dark side like me.

“That's right. You want to be my whore right. One more orgasm for me,” I said, moving my fingers in her pussy. Sophie comes after, drenching my hands again.

“Taste yourself,” I push my fingers into her mouth and she sucks them off, looking at me. When she had sucked them clean, I took them out of her mouth and kissed her deeply.

“What about you, Adrian?” We were laying down, she cuddled me. She never cuddled with my brother, always lying down at the edge of the bed.

“Tonight was all about you Sophie. Now sleep, save your strength for tomorrow.”

A few minutes later, I heard soft snores coming from her. I placed a kiss on her forehead and got up, making sure not to wake her up. “I'll be back my sweet Sophie,” I promised. For now, I had to retreat back into the shadow.