Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 45: Chapter 45

LEILANI.
A surprised smile curved my lips as he stepped into the room, walking towards me. I stood up from my seat watching his blue eyes rack down my body in the naughty lingerie.
“Neil,” I said and from the corner of my eyes, I could see the ladies leaving the room so Neil and I were alone.
The flowers were so beautiful. Neil kept walking towards me, that smile still on his face and when he got to me, he wrapped the arm holding the flowers around my bare waist to pull me closer and swooped down to claim my lips in an unexpected kiss.
My hands flew to his chest to brace myself. He deepened the kiss, his other hand cradled the back of my head to support me. After a moment, I broke the kiss.
“Neil-”
His eyes shone with desire and he leaned in again to reclaim my lips but I leaned back, glaring playfully at him. “You’ll ruin my makeup.”
He groaned. “Fuck that.”
I arched an eyebrow, a teasing smile on my lips. “Behave. I’m in the middle of a shoot.”
“Behave? I can’t do that while you’re dressed like this, babe. Damn!” He pulled back to drag his gaze slowly over my body. “Turn around.”
I laughed and moved around slowly swaying my hips. I heard him curse as my ass fully faced him.
“What do you think?” I asked and turned back around to face him.
He nodded in approval. “Delicious, Leila.” He wrapped his arms around me again, ducking his head into my neck to catch my scent like he loves to do. “You’re so fucking sexy. To think those fucking photographers get to see you like this.”
“They’re professionals, Neil,” I ran my fingers through strands of his hair. “One wrong move and they’re out, remember?”
He hummed into my skin.
Yeah. Neil was not comfortable with me being nearly naked in front of a bunch of men and I guess it was pretty understandable. That is why I keep photoshoots like these to a minimum and get models to do the bulk of the shoots. But it’s my brand and people want to see me, I want to be seen too. And the big company offering us this massively profitable contract wanted to see me too.
Brooke and I had tried all we could to tweak the terms but they were adamant. We could not even push too much because they could so easily withdraw and approach one of our jealous competitors, instead.
I can not let that happen. So I will do what I must. Neil must try to understand me this time. It might be almost nudity -hell, there might even be some kind of nudity- and it will definitely go global in the fashion industry and lingerie world, but well-respected celebrities and other top-notch models will also be there, so it was all okay.
It will be okay.
“Okay, can I have my flowers now?” I tapped his back and he reluctantly straightened and moved his face away from my neck.
“Sorry, babe. I nearly forgot.” He smiled, holding up the beautiful flowers. “I decided to stop by to see how you’re doing, beautiful, and I thought of getting you some beautiful flowers to sweeten up your day.”
I held the flowers, my eyes twinkling. “Did you get that little speech from a movie or what?”
He laughed, his eyes shining. The sight of him cheerful and sweet tugged at me. Oh, Neil. I smiled and hugged the flowers to my chest, my fingers stroking the bright petals.
“Leila.” He called softly, his face slowly turning serious. I lifted my eyebrows and looked up to meet his gaze. There was something solemn but hopeful in his eyes as he gazed down at me. He took my hand softly and caressed the soft skin with his thumb. I knew he was about to say something but from the look in his eyes, my mind was buzzing. He did not look mad about anything. He was not upset or showing any kind of negative emotion.
Hopeful. Why did he have that look in his eyes?
He wet his bottom lip softly. “I-”
My phone suddenly burst out screaming music as the screen lit up with a call, cutting Neil's words off. I ignored it and looked back at him expectantly.
But he did not continue with whatever it is he was about to say. “Go get it. We’ll talk later. I got to get going now anyway.” He motioned to the phone.
I hesitated as he released me from his arms. “You’re sure?”
He nodded, flashing me a cute smile. I turned away from him to pick up my phone. It was one of my designers calling, probably the one who seemed to be stealing designs.
I sighed and tapped on answer.
My heels clicked on the glass floor as I sashayed down through the enormous, lavishly decorated, and reflective hotel lobby. I was done with the shoot and thankfully, it was not much of a hassle so I could now go back home to a cool, big house, have a long swim, and then nap for the rest of the day.
That enticing thought added a bit of spring to my steps. My long brown hair flew behind me as my hips swayed in the thin material of my purple and black tiger-striped bodysuit. A couple of heads turned as I walked past and a smile tugged at the corner of my lips. Ashley lives for moments like this.
Soon, I stepped through the massive glass doors to get hit by the cool breeze that made me even more eager to get home as fast as possible. But the flurry of something red in the corner of my vision caught my eye. I looked in the direction of the massive, shimmering blue swimming pool with very few people in it and by the side, a couple of people sat on some chairs in various types of swimwear.
But what, or can I say, who caught my eye was the lady in a bright red cover-up that fluttered behind her as she marched forward, her fists clenched with some sort of murderous expression on her face framed with black hair that fell in damp strings.
She looked familiar.
She stomped over to a table where a guy and a girl were seated and slammed her palm on the hard surface. A couple of heads whipped to gape at her.
“Who the fuck are you?” The guy spat, eyeing her down like she was an insane criminal, his irritation stark in his features.
“Take your fucking hand out of her dress!” The lady in red spat back viciously, her voice loud enough so everyone could hear her every word clearly.
Mouths dropped open in silent gasps at her words. But her voice. Her voice. Recognition blossomed within me.
Jade?
Adonis’ colleague? It was definitely her.
“W-what the fuck are you t-talking about?” The guy spluttered, shifting uncomfortably as everyone’s attention fell on him. From the way he sat, I could not see his other arm, but he definitely sounded guilty.
“She does not want to fuck your stupid tiny dick, so why don’t you let her be, you disgusting pervert!” Jade barked in his face.
The guy let out a bitter laugh, abruptly covering his guilt and shock over getting caught, and then smashed his fists on the table, making the drinks jump.
Jade did not even blink.
“Who gives you the fucking right to walk up to my table and spew shit?!” He roared, resorting to intimidation. At least, he tried to intimidate Jade and that was a wrong, wrong move.
“You gave me that fucking right ever since I saw you put your fucking hands into her panties and trying to fucking force her to go up into your room with you, you shit bastard!” Jade roared back, her damp hair flying wildly. “Who the fuck are you to force your smelly fucking two-inch limp dick on girls?!”
The young woman in question got up from her seat, head bowed low with shame but the guy abruptly yanked her down. “We ain’t fucking done!”
“Let me go!” The young woman shrieked in a tiny, shaky voice as she yanked her arm out of his grip.
Jade was enraged. “You fucking prick!” In a flash, her hands grabbed the glasses of drinks on the table and emptied it all on the guy’s head, liquid of different colors splashing down his face and shirtless chest.
People from other tables shot out of their seats to approach the scene, talking all at the same time, utterly appalled by the turn of events. But the shit-eating grin on Jade's face showed she was not in the least bothered.
The guy roared, veins popping up his neck as he lunged at Jade. The lady beside him shrieked in panic. The small crowd gasped, some already calling security and I found myself hurrying towards the scene as fast as I could in my black ankle boots high heels.
But as I looked back up past my hair blowing in the breeze, I froze in my tracks as Jade smoothly dodged the guy’s fist and in a couple of fluid moves, she pinned him to the table, cheek smashed against the wet surface and his arms pinned in a painful angle at his back.
“You fucking bitch!” He yelled, trying to break free but failed over and over again.
“That’s right, fucker. Not all women are defenseless, you perverted prick!” Jade twisted his fingers and he yelled out in agony.
A smile of admiration curved my lips and I walked up to the scene, just as a couple of security men arrived and grabbed the guy, asking a couple of questions but the crowd was already supplying more than enough information to them for Jade.
“Thank you.” I heard the young lady say to Jade with a small voice. I was already close enough and I waited by the pool, watching the lady thank Jade. Now that I was close enough, I realized that the lady in question was quite young, maybe in her late teens. And she looked so vulnerable and shy. A perfect prey.
“Don’t thank me, sis.” Jade clasped a hand on her shoulder. “Next time, if any guy touches you in a way you don’t want, you scream your lungs sore so the whole world knows, okay? There are a lot of fucking pricks out there.”
She nodded. “I will.” Then she stalked off, her head lowered.
Jade stared at her retreating back for a moment before she looked away. And her eyes fell on me.
“Hi, Jade.” I smiled.
Her green eyes twinkled with recognition as her eyebrows shot upwards, her red robe swishing as she moved closer to me. “Leilani, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Holy shit, it’s nice to see you again.” She gave a grin that was kind of…flirty? “You look so fucking good, damn.” Her eyes raked down my body in a way that was definitely non-platonic.
My eyes widened slightly.
She noticed and she laughed. “Sorry to startle you, Leilani. I love women and you’re hot as hell. I can’t help it.” Then she winked.
Oh.
That explains the totally unexpected compliment on my tiny red bikini from her the first time we met.
A laugh bubbled from my lips. “Thanks, I guess.”
She nodded, smiling like a vixen, damp hair swaying as she continued eyeing my curves subtly.
“What you pulled back there was amazing, that guy was being a total asshole,” I said, gesturing to the messed-up table behind her.
She scoffed. “I know, right? But it’s cool, I’ve dealt with worse perverts so he’s an easy piece of shit.” She waved her hand dismissively, her lips curled in disgust. Then she arched a brow. “You’re here for business or something? If you don’t mind me asking, cos I’m currently cooped up in a suite here…” There was a flirty lilt to her last words. Like an invitation.
Man, this girl is something else.
“Sounds nice. And yeah, I’m here for work stuff.”
“Nice. Can we have a little something to drink, to celebrate thrashing that fucking pervert back there?” Jade offered, eyes smiling.
I laughed. “Why not.”