CHAPTER 9

Damien's POV 

“My princess is confused,” I sing songed around my stake out. Pictures of Sophie lined the walls. Sophie at the beach, Sophie at the mall. Sophie threw her head back in laughter at something her friend said. Sophie while she's asleep, when she's awake. A full portrait of her at that ball, the way it seemed like the light was shining just for her beauty to radiate.

“Who got me these?” I heard her ask. I dropped off some peonies today, in the purple colour I knew she fancied. I know because she told me about them, about how they smell like the rain every time.

“From your husband,” she read out loudly. I gritted my teeth in anger. Soon, I would not have to pretend I was him anymore.

Sophie took the plants inside, taking them up to her room. I knew my brother was home, but I couldn't resist sending a little something for her.

“Adrian?” She called him.

I hear muffled sounds then the voices come back much clearer to me. Getting her that necklace was the best idea I had ever had. 

“Adrian, did you get me flowers?” 

I pushed my chairs along to the computers that were on, the camera in her room. After focusing it a bit, I could see them both clearly.

“I got these. The card says it is from you,” she asked him, perplexed.

Adrian sighed. “What can I say, Sophie. Maybe I am trying to be a better husband to you.”

That fucker.

“Oh Adrian,” she throws the flower on the bed and hugs him. “Thank you.”

My brother stood rigidly, not even returning the hug back. “It's okay, just place them in a vase.” I knew he would be watching his security footage to see who delivered those flowers. “I already wiped it,” I said with a shit eating grin on my face.

Sophie grabs a vase and places the flowers in them, gently arranging it exactly where she told me she would. “I hope you like them, baby,” I said. I wished I could have delivered them myself.

I leave them alone, going to check her phone instead. My girl has been busy.

“Multiple personality disorder,” I laughed. Sophie thought my brother could split?

I read the messages between her and Eloise, how she shared the new knowledge she got. “Ohh, she told her about me. Well, it wouldn't help for Adrian to find this,” I tut, deleting all the messages between them. 

I read all her notes, her little jottings about them. 

One of the notes was a poem. A poem for me. I grin widely, lying down on the small spring bed I had in this room as I read it.

His eyes, his touch

It burns yet soothes

Wounds yet heals me

Tonight he's warm, tomorrow he's cold

All I hope 

For a day, he's fully whole.

“Aww,” I say, swiping to the next page. Selfies she had taken since she got this new phone, her call logs.

“Sophie is falling for me,” I said in happiness. I could tell by how excited she was whenever I called her love.  How she rides my face with reckless abandon. Fuck, that got me hard.

I looked at the clock. 9:47 pm. Sophie would be taking a bath now. I had a camera in her bathroom, where I watched her shower daily. I needed to see her so I quickly switched to it.

Sophie was standing under the shower, her hair longer from the weight of the water in it. She rubs soap on her body, humming along to a song and I follow the movement of her hands, remembering when it was mine in hers. Fuck. 

Not having sex with her torture, but I wouldn't give up now. The first time I entered her, she would know it was me, Damien that was fucking her.

What was Sophie doing?

She stepped out of the shower and went into the bath tub. “What are you up to baby girl,” I said, zooming in on her closer. 

Sophie grabbed the head of the jet spray and put it on, against her palm. She did it again, increasing the speed. A small saucing smile crosses her face and I realize what the little slut is about to do.

“Fuck,Sophie,” I said, grabbing my dick through my jeans. He was hungry for her pussy, tired of me stoking him daily. Sophie settled across the bathtub and took a nipple between her fingers, rubbing it slightly like I used to.

“Yes, just like that baby girl,” I said even though she couldn't hear me. Little gasps escaped from her throat, meals of pleasure and she pinched her two nipples tighter, making them deeper in shade.

I pull my cock out of my pants, grunting as I take hold of it. Precum slips from the top and I use it as lubrication spreading it down my full length.

“Fuck, Adrian,” her soft moan feel my ears. “Soon baby girl,” I said, “Soon you would call me by my real name. Now put that shit on.”

Just like she can hear me, Sophie grabs the head of the jet spray. She opened her legs wider, angling the head to her pussy.

“Yes, that's it baby girl,” I goad her. “Put it on.”

“Holy fuck,” she cried out as the pressure of the water hits her pussy. I groaned along with her, wishing I was the one that held it. “Fuck, Adrian.” she moaned, moving her hips back and forth.

I stoked my dick harder. Her breath began to rise, the way I knew she was about to come. “Adrian, Adrian, fuck me.” she shouts.

“Fuck yes, baby girl, fuck yes.”

“Oh my God,” Sophie rubbed her nipples. “Fuck, I'm going to come,” she said. “Please, Damien,” she said my name so low, if she did not have the necklace in, I would have heard her.

I come all over my hands, cum shooting everywhere on my keyboards, some splashing on my screen. Sophie said Damien. She called out for me before she came.

Her pants bring me back to reality. She steps out of the shower, like the shy innocent girl she pretends to be. “What a fucking whore,” I say, spreading my cum on my screen to her face. “Coming while thinking about your husband's brother's cock.”

She didn't have to imagine for so long, soon all her desires will come true.