Ethan
Immediately, I flicked on the light and right on cue, the figure on the bed stirred and turned around.
"Hi, Ethan."
I gasped.
It was Jessica.
She was lying sprawled on my bed, smiling like she owned the damn place.
"You—" I blinked, stunned, clearly not expecting to see her here.
What the hell?
How did she even get in? Wasn't she drunk earlier? Or had all of that been an act just like I'd feared?
"Surprised to see me, aren't you?" Her voice came again, slow and sultry, snapping me out of my daze. She was rising from the bed now.
I stared, frozen, as she cat-walked toward me with calm, deliberate steps. She was still wearing that lingerie from earlier and seeing her like this again, in my space, was already messing with my head.
"What are you doing here? No—I mean, how did you even get in? Shouldn't you be with Marcus?" I asked, my voice rough, edged with frustration and restraint.
"I don't think that should be any of your concern," she murmured, now standing right in front of me.
"I came for you, Ethan. Only you," she whispered. And before I could react, she dropped to a crouch in front of me.
"W... what are you doing?" I stuttered, stepping back like she'd burned me.
She looked up and locked eyes with me, her lips curling into a strange smile.
"Something I should have done a long time ago. I know my behavior might seem strange, but I can't fight this urge either," she said and in one quick move, she slipped the towel off my waist.
The moment my member came into view, she reached for it.
"Je…s…i…ca," I grunted, my voice cracking under the sudden flood of pleasure. Her touch felt too good.
"We… shouldn't be doing this…" I rasped, breathless, torn between guilt and the rush of what she was doing.
She kept stroking me slow, intentional fondling me in ways that left my body helpless and my thoughts scattered.
And somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I should stop her. Push her away. Do anything but let this happen.
But hell she was so good damn to good and the pleasure I was getting from what she was doing, was way out of the world.
"Jessica… ple...ase…" I groaned as her fingers wrapped around me, teasing my tip, knowing exactly how to pull me apart.
My breath hitched. My head fell back on its own.
I couldn't take this.
F**k.
This woman had me undone.
"I'm… close…" I groaned, the words leaving my mouth on instinct. Her stroke quickened, rougher now, almost like she knew every nerve that would push me over the edge.
"C'mon, Ethan… beg me to take it in," she whispered, and without even thinking, I gave in.
"Yes—take it in already."
Her mouth wrapped around me instantly and the shock that jolted through me was enough to make my knees go weak. My fingers tangled in her hair as I brought her closer to me, forcing her to take more than she could handle.
Still, she didn't stop.
She kept sucking deep, messy, hungry like she was built for it. Her hands moved fast, playing with my balls, driving me to the brink.
"Don't f**king stop… take me deeper!" I moaned louder, gripping her tighter, my body tightening as my orgasm rushed to the surface.
And in a few seconds, I came hard deep in her mouth.
My whole body tensed.
And then—
My phone rang.
The sunlight hit my face at the same time.
Sh*t.
I blinked, disoriented, looking around only to realize I was still in my room. Alone. and there was no sign of Jessica...
Oh my…
I sat up quickly, heart racing, completely stunned.
Had it… all been a dream?
I looked down at once, My d**k was still fully erect and there at the top of my shorts was the proof.
Sh*t.
My eyes widened as the realization hit me.
I'd just had a wet dream and about no one but Jessica—My sister-in-law.
F**k.
I reached for my phone, which was still ringing. It was one of my friends calling I answered at once half-listened to whatever he was saying, and ended the call after a few minutes.
Then I climbed out of bed, still shaken.
Had that really happened? That dream felt too damn real.
One night. Just one night she spent here and I was already dreaming about her? God.
I ruffled my messy hair and made my way to the bathroom.
At this point, it was safe to say I was completely screwed. More than screwed.
I got under the shower and washed quickly trying to erase the shame that still clung to me and in just few minutes I was done.
Back in my room, I changed into a casual outfit it was Saturday, and I didn't have much to do.
Then I picked up my phone and headed downstairs.
Breakfast was already in full swing when I got there and they were all present Mom, Marcus, and Jessica.
She was the first to look up the moment I walked in and the moment she did our eyes met and just like that, the corner of her lips curled into that smirk of her before she looked away.
I stared at her, unsure if maybe I'd misread everything last night.
Compared to then, she looked calm, fresh, and sober.
Did she even remember what happened?
"Good morning, son," Mom's voice cut through my thoughts.
I forced myself to look away from Jessica and turned to her.
"Morning, Mom," I mumbled, taking the seat beside her.
The smell of food hit me right away.
"Hmm. This looks nice. Hope it tastes good too," I said, eyeing the dishes laid out.
"It does. So, how was your night? Did you sleep well?" she asked, adding some vegetables to my plate.
"Yeah. I did. What about you?" I replied, picking up my cutlery.
"I feel great," she said, shrugging before taking a bite of her shrimp. Then her gaze shifted to Marcus.
"And what about you, Marcus?" she asked. "How has it been for you and Jessie so far? You both had a nice night here, didn't you?"
Marcus gave a slow nod.
"Yeah, we did. Isn't that right, wife?" he asked, turning to Jessica.
She smiled a fake one I could tell. Then she turned to Mom while Marcus wrapped an arm around her.
"Yeah, Mom. We enjoyed our night here," she said, still smiling that fake smile of hers and then again, her eyes met mine.
I noticed the same smirk curled up at the corner of her mouth once again before she looked away.
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"Ethan, we need to talk," Mom said once we were done eating.
I paused mid-stride on my way to my room and turned to face her.
"What?" I asked, raising a brow. Her sudden request caught me off guard. It was weird seeing her ask to talk out of the blue, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on.
"Meet me in my study," she said before walking off.
I scoffed, exasperated, shoving my hands into my pockets as I looked back at the now empty dining room Marcus and Jessica had already left.
Without wasting time, I headed straight for Mom's study. She was already seated when I got there.
"Sit," she said, pointing to one of the couches.
"And what's this unplanned meeting about?" I asked, settling into the seat she motioned toward.
"Well... I'm sure you know Marcus didn't just come back to this city to sit around doing nothing," she said, eyeing me sharply as she picked up a glass of wine and took a slow sip.
"Yeah," I shrugged casually. "Still trying to figure that out. I thought he was planning to spend the rest of his life abroad, so why's he suddenly back?"
"What do you think?" she asked, raising a brow at me.
"It's obvious he's interested in Creed Limited. Why else do you think he'd suddenly show up?" she added.
I scoffed. "What? No way. Marcus has his own company. There's no way he's after Creed."
"Well, from what we discussed last night, it sounds like he's planning to merge both companies, Creed Limited and his Marcom," she said, setting the wine glass down.
"What?!" I snapped, springing to my feet like the couch had suddenly burned me.
"No—hell no. That's not happening," I said stubbornly, my voice rising.
Marcus wants Creed Limited? The same company I've worked myself to the ground for? Even though he already has his own?
What the hell is this?
"Well, I'm sure you haven't forgotten that Creed Limited was his in the beginning..."
"So what?" I cut in harshly, my fists tightening around the arm of the couch in anger.
"Marcus might have been the original owner of Creed, but when it hit a major setback years ago, he bailed and focused on building Marcom. Isn't that how I came to own it? Creed Limited is mine because I'm the one who built it back from the ground up. I made it what it is today," I said sharply.
"Yeah..." she nodded slowly, her eyes narrowing as she looked at me. "You're right. You got Creed to where it is now. But if we go back to the reason why Marcus walked away in the first place... whose fault was that?" she asked, her words laced with quiet blame.
A sharp wave of anger flooded my system as the memory I'd fought so hard to bury crept up again. She knew exactly how to push my buttons.
"This isn't the time to start pointing fingers, Mom," I muttered, my jaw clenched tight, fingers digging into the couch's edge.
"Maybe. But what's done is done. And if you really don't want things to get worse between you and Marcus, I suggest you hand over Creed Limited. Your father left you both enough properties. Letting go of Creed shouldn't cost you much," she said firmly.
"But I worked hard for it, Mom!"
"It doesn't matter, Ethan," she said softly, standing to her feet. She walked around the desk and came to stand beside me, gently placing her palm on my shoulder.
"I know how hard this is for you. But this might be for the best. Things are really bad between you and your brother... maybe Creed is the only way to fix that," she said, her eyes steady on mine, calm and motherly.
"Hmm? Son?"
I sighed, my mind spinning. Yeah, part of me wanted things to be right again with Marcus. But giving up Creed?
"I don't know... I'll need time to think about it," I muttered, pushing her hand off my shoulder and rising from the couch.
I walked out, the anger still buzzing in my chest. I didn't want to go to my room, so I made my way to the cellar. A few shots might help settle the fire burning in me.
But the moment I stepped in, I saw her.
Jessica.
She was sitting on one of the stools, a bottle of vodka in front of her, eyes on her phone.
I almost turned and left. After what happened last night and that weird dream this morning I didn't want to breathe the same air as her.
But then again, she was the one who acted out of line. If anyone should leave, it should be her.
She didn't notice me at first, too focused on whatever she was doing with her phone.
I stepped further in and picked out a bottle of wine and a glass and that's when she looked up. Our eyes met without warning and for a moment, neither of us said a word. We just stared.
Then I cleared my throat and looked away, pouring myself a drink and walking to the far end of the cellar.
She didn't say anything. I was glad for that for the next hour, silence stretched between us. We kept to ourselves.
Until suddenly—
"Don't you think we need to talk, Ethan?"
I looked up from the fourth glass I was pouring.
She was now standing right in front of me.
I blinked.
When did she get here? How did I not hear her?
But more than that what got my attention was the way her short flare gown hugged her body. My chest tightened.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Was it the alcohol? Or just my own messed-up mind again?
I forced myself to look away. No. This had to stop. She wasn't even dressed provocatively. It was me. I was the one spiraling.
"Yeah, we really need to talk. And you should start by apologizing for what you did last night. You were drunk. You acted recklessly. You jerked me off under the damn table, and you're supposed to be my sister-in-law. That's not exactly the best way to introduce yourself," I muttered, throwing her a sideways glance.
For a second, I saw the corner of her lips twitch into a smirk.
"Really? But I thought you liked it. You came under the table, didn't you?" she said, her voice low. "And about that drunk scene I enjoyed watching you try so hard to resist. Be honest wouldn't you have liked it if I actually took off my clothes in front of you?"
"What the—" I choked, nearly spitting out the wine I had just sipped.
This woman.
I knew it. She wasn't drunk it was obvious with her act.
That smirk she gave me this morning. The look in her eyes.
"C'mon, Ethan. Be honest," she whispered again, and when I looked back, she was leaning in too close. close enough for me to smell her perfume, close enough to see every curve of her chest.
I gritted my teeth, shifting back in my seat, trying to escape the space between us.
"What the hell is your deal?" I rasped, the air suddenly heavy.
"You're married to my brother. Legally married. So why are you doing this? Why are you messing with me when we just met?"
Her eyes narrowed and that smirk appeared again.
"Because I like you, Ethan," she said quietly. "Yeah, I know it's crazy... but I always have." She dropped sounding so serious like she meant every word.