Brooke listened to our fucking parents too much, always trying to be the perfect person and do the right thing. We both knew the consequences of what would happen if they ever found out about us, so what was the problem now?
I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel of my BMW. I wasn’t the type of man to wait but I waited for Brooke, knowing that if anyone had the power to make me love it would be her. The feelings she gave me were pure joy. The sex we shared was just an added bonus.
I watched eagerly as she left the house we shared together. Our parents thought it was a good idea to shove us together so that they could do their own thing. I snickered. Little did they know it had lead Brooke and me to fucking. Yeah we had started out as friends, but things soon changed not long after that. Brooke was still young though, so knowing her mother like I did, I knew if she found out she would throw a fit of epic proportions. My father would then have to make things right, and that would hurt Brooke and me.
As I watched her cross the street and head onto campus property, my body begged me to go to her. Her hips swayed with every step she took. Her beautiful brown hair that seemed to have a red tint to it when the sun hit it just right shimmered in the sunlight.
I squeezed the steering wheel, forcing myself to stay in my car. I had given her two days without my presence. Forty-eight long hours to think over what she had said to me, to reconsider things between us and yet here she was acting as if she wasn’t struggling to get through each day without me.
My eyes dropped to the watch at my wrist and then back up to the place where Brooke had just been standing. She was long gone, probably entering the south hall to go to her English classes.
“Fuck…” The words came out in a hiss. I wanted the moment to last longer. Going without her touch, without hearing her voice, it made me crazy. I knew long ago that she had imbedded herself underneath my skin but I never knew how bad it was until I was forced to let go of her.
The sex we shared didn’t seem to make it better either. It just encouraged the need to possess her. When I was deep inside her, my cock spreading her wide open and piercing her soul, I didn’t want to be anywhere else. I knew then that she was it for me, it was a shame she hadn’t come to that conclusion yet.
I would make her see it though; that there was nothing her mother or my father could do to keep us apart, just like there was nothing Brooke or I could do to stop them from getting married.
Reluctantly, I placed my car in drive and headed to the office across town, my mind remaining on the one and only thing I felt I couldn’t fully have– Brooke. I parked in the parking garage next to my father’s car and took the elevator up to the third floor. Working with my father wasn’t what I would call a fun job, really it was anything but that.
“Should we just move the time that you’ll start work to a more acceptable hour for you?” My father’s gruff voice was the first thing I heard when I walked in the office. If only he knew what I had just spent the last twenty minutes doing.
“I’m three minutes late Father…” I rolled my eyes, unclenching my fists.
Think of Brooke. I told myself, trying to reel in my temper, the one thing that was growing hotter than the sun this morning.
“No one else in this building is late, and just because you’re my son doesn’t make it acceptable for you to be…” I lifted my eyes to his, setting my briefcase on the floor next to my desk.
“I’ll make note of that next time,” I scoffed. Gerald Master was what many would call The King of Wall Street. He had made his money doing dirty deeds for others, monopolizing on companies that were failing at one point in time. He put the work in and got the money out. Putting all your time and effort into work left you bitter and cold though, something I never wanted to be, nor would be, not with Brooke by my side.
“I need you to take care of the account files I’ve left on your desk. Get in contact with them and make arrangements to meet up with them. It’s your job to close the deal.” The coldness in my father’s voice didn’t surprise me. Not as much as it did when I first started. I bit the inside of my cheek stifling the remark that burned at the tip of my tongue. It was always my job to seal the deal and I always came through. Ignoring his comment, I got right to work setting up dinner reservations for possible clients.
No more than two hours had passed when my father reappeared in front of my desk. His desk was right across the hall. Our walls were made of nothing but glass, making it easy for him to watch me during the work day. Most would be frustrated with that, but I wasn’t. I wanted the asshole to know how much work I was putting in.
“I see Brooke and you have grown closer since Sandra and I tied the knot….” His words lacked emotion but I could see the interest in his eyes. He wanted something to hold over my head. Brooke had one thing right when she tried ending things between us, our parents would shit bricks if they ever found out about us.
I wrinkled my nose at him. “Brooke and I were friends way before you two ever met or got married.” No we weren’t as close as we are now since we are sleeping and living together, but that wasn’t any of his concern. Mine and Brooke’s relationship wasn’t his business.
“I mean, it just seems that you’re settling into being brother and sister faster than I expected.” I narrowed my eyes at him watching him as he scrubbed at his greying beard with more curiosity in his eyes than I cared to notice. If he thought he was going to get any information out of me, he had another thing coming.
“It’s not hard when you’re as close as Brooke and I are,” I deadpanned, all while thinking you have no idea how close we are.
“Oh I’m sure…” He tipped his chin up eyeing me, watching for a crack in my lie. A crack he could shove himself into.
“I have work to do, so if you don’t mind…” I lifted an eyebrow at him in question. I didn’t want to sit here and talk about my relationship with Brooke, the girl who was supposed to be my little sister. I had seen her as anything but that for as long as I could remember.
“Of course son, just checking in on you and Brooke. I’ve never had a daughter and want to make sure that everything is perfect…” He paused. “For Sandra you know.” I nodded. Sandra was Brooke’s mom. She made the devil look like an angel on a good day. I felt bad for Brooke up until the day her mother married my father. Now I didn’t though, because she had me to protect her from the witch.
“We’re fine, thanks.” I once again dismissed him dropping my eyes to the paperwork in front of me. I pretended to be engrossed in the numbers until he got the point and walked away. Brooke was right, hiding our relationship was best, but what she didn’t know was that I had no qualms with going against the world to keep her as mine. Yeah we could hide what we had and not deal with everyone else’s opinion about us, or we could just come out with it and be together.
I could feel my father’s eyes on me, watching me as I continued to pretend working. My cell phone chimed on my desk signaling an incoming text message. My eyes darted to it, seeing Brooke’s name flash across the screen.
Excitement zinged down my spine. Had she finally come to her senses? From the looks of things, she hadn’t. Her message simply stated that we needed to talk, with our clothes on.
My brows furrowed. Didn’t she know me in the least bit? Obviously not, but I was going to show her soon. I couldn’t let her end things between us before they got good. Not only was I attached to her at the hip but my heart was connected to hers as well. If she ended things, it would kill me.
My eyes lifted gradually to my father’s desk across the hall. Dark orbs met mine, watching my every move. Did he know something was going on between Brooke and me but didn’t want me to know?
The thought surfaced in my mind. We hadn’t drawn Sandra’s or my father’s attention in any way, so why was he so keen on knowing how Brooke and I were doing, and right out of the blue? The need to tell him to fuck off was burning at the tip of my tongue.
I refrained though knowing that if I did make a big deal about a small question like that attention would be given, attention that neither Brooke or I wanted. I pressed the pads of my thumbs into my eyes in frustration. I had to focus on the task at hand and that was keeping Brooke and I together. She saw so much fault in us being together and all because she was afraid of what our parents would say and do. Her fears were real and I understood why she felt the way she did, but the truth was Brooke and I being together wouldn’t change anything for our parents.
Her mom would still be a raging bitch and my father would still try and force me to remain here with his company. There was always something at cost when it came to our parents.
“I’ve got to step out of the office early…” I didn’t care that it was two in the afternoon. I needed a beer and to talk to my best friend Sully. Things with Brooke were slippery, so maybe he could give me the advice I needed to get her to stay.
I could feel the disapproval in my father’s gaze. I knew he heard me, but the fact that he didn’t acknowledge what I had said annoyed the hell out of me. Locking up my items and shutting off my computer, I shoved away from the desk my eyes falling on a photo of Brooke and me from our parents’ wedding.
Brooke was so young looking, merely a senior in high school and me, I was well on my way to graduating from business school. Things had been less crazy then and our friendship was growing. Little did either of us know that in less than a year, things would change drastically between us.
“I’m leaving,” I announced stepping out of my office.
“Sure son, do what you need to do.” I rolled my eyes ignoring him as I headed toward the elevators. I had been in the office six hours, and even that was too long to be around my father.
He would never approve of anything I did. Working for his company was something that had been forced on me and if he ever found out that I loved Brooke, it would be yet another thing he would find a way to destroy.
I sighed expelling my frustrations in the elevator. Sully would be able to help and would have too. If I couldn’t talk to Brooke about things, I could talk to Sully.