Novel & Cerita My Dear Brother Is Obsessed With Me

“You forgot?” “I swear, I did. I was just so carried away by…” I trailed off. “Too much work. I'll handle it.” “I hope you handle the D too.” “What??” I asked, pretty sure that I didn't hear her correctly. “What is even wrong with you?” I continued. I'm already on the edge and the last thing I want is for the one person whom I listen to, to give me such advice. “You're shy.” “Damn it, girl! That offer is wild. I can't just spread my legs open for my Ex’s brother!”

“I thought my brother had better taste in hospitality. What are you doing chained in his bedroom? And why did he storm out of here like the devil was after him?” I looked him over, gauging my body’s reaction to if I flipped him over and fucked him to get rid of this high. “You’ll do just fine,” I murmured in a low voice. “Really?” An eyebrow shot up in surprise. “I could have sworn the two of you were oozing so much chemistry at the ball.” I forced a lazy smile even though my pussy was still clenching around nothing. “Your brother is a complicated man. He likes to play with his food before he eats it. Apparently, he changed his mind mid-meal. Hopefully, you’re not like that.”

My body was really starting to feel it. "Ok," I said. "My turn." Heart racing, I spoke in a breathy whisper, "Alcohol makes me horny." My brother stared at me without blinking. He was getting better at this. He did squirm a little, though. Then I said, "It turned me on to see mom naked, too." He squirmed again at that confession. Catching his gaze, I slowly leaned forward, as close as I could get to him without scooting closer. Then I whispered, "And... I've never ever fantasized about fucking my own brother."

I squealed in delight. My brother looked at me, wearing a baffled expression on his face. "Sis, why are you acting so weird today?" I erupted in throaty laughter. "Honestly, you should meet her and date her!" "Whaaat? Are you nuts? I said I'm a workaholic. I have no time for women," he said, shaking his head. "Bro, you're so damn serious! Breath a little, okay?" I said. "Um, let's talk about your fated mate. Have you found her already?" I asked.

He said almost pleading," Devika try to understand....." He couldn't complete his sentence when I yelled loudly," Haven't you hear your brother's comments about me? He is obsessed over me and obsession is not good. Call me selfish or ungrateful I can't live with him. There is no guarantee that he will not harm me and my children"

I am getting obsessed with her. Two years ago, I had literally prayed to the moon goddess never to grant me a mate. Last time I recalled, I was comfortable living with the single feeling. I didn’t like the thought of getting attached to someone and watching them just fucking leave. I thought those men were fucking idiots for getting attached, and now. I guess I am becoming one of them. Damn. I want to see her face every day, I want to ask her everyday if she’s okay, if she ate well, if she slept well. But no, I don’t fucking get any chance, because my douche bag of a brother already has her.

“But I only ever see this version. When it’s just us.” He looked at me then, something unreadable flickering behind his gaze. “You’re obsessed.” I dipped my brush in black. “Absolutely.” He stepped closer. “Say it.” “I’m obsessed with you, Lucian Thorne.” His jaw ticked, barely. “Even after everything I’ve done?” “Especially after everything you’ve done.” There was a beat — something thick in the air, humid with all the things we never said out loud. And then, like a tide pulling tight, he reached for me.

I am sure all women are curious about him, I know him and my brother must run around with a hundred women all over Baguma for their wealth and good looks, I don't even want to know. My mind shut up when I heard the echo of a deep voice in either conversation with my brother or on the phone. He was too far away for me to understand the words but then I heard the footsteps and oddly my heart rate picked up with every approaching step. When I heard him walk past my room and into his, I wondered what it looked like inside there or if he would bring any woman here this week. I hope not because if I heard him fucking another woman, I think I would die. He is my brother's friend, I shouldn't have w

But the moment the door shut behind me, I bolted through the halls toward the hotel rooms upstairs. - I had just done something incredibly stupid. I'd handed my brother, Ryan Cobbett, that glass of drugged wine myself. His eyes were already red when he looked at me, asking if he really had to drink it. I was cruel enough to smile and say, "Of course. If you don't drink it, I'll drink it for you." He couldn't fight me when I was risking myself. He'd always been helpless against my stubbornness. So he took the glass and downed it in one go.

/-Melody-/ I couldn't believe that my own brother was trying to force me to go to a psychiatric hospital simply because he felt I was obsessed with him. So what if I was? That didn't mean I was crazy or anything. My head was working perfectly and if it wasn't, I wouldn't need anyone to tell me that. It was all because of that woman. That god-forsaken gutter bitch nobody he picked up from wherever. She was rhe one making him believe that everyone else was the problem when it was clearly her. It was more annoying that Maxmillian wouldn't want to hear me out.