Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 55: Chapter 55

ADONIS.
I held her shoulders and pulled her back, breaking the kiss.
“Brooke-” I started but she interrupted me. “It’s just a kiss.”
“I know you want more than a kiss. You won’t get it from me.” I said bluntly. Her cheeks tinged pink slightly as she stepped back, slowly moving her arms away from my neck. She stared thoughtfully at me for a moment before she brushed her short blonde hair out of her face.
“I’m just glad you decided to come with me.” She said. “You should call me later, so I can share the details of the event.”
“Yeah.”
“Good night, Adonis.” She nodded and stepped backward, turning towards the building, barefoot with her shoes and purse in her hands. As I watched her back disappear from my line of sight, I realized that the Brooke I thought I had known could just be a mask. The Brooke of tonight seemed way more real.
And she fucking kissed me.
I turned away to stride over to the driver’s door. Now I have an event to attend. Fuck, I think I’d take up Cole's offer to spend some time in the strip club tonight. I fucking need it.
Leilani
“Jake?”
I called out, huffing as I tried to detangle the hooks and straps of my bikini bra from my hair. It only snagged some more. Shit. My arms were curved backward in an uncomfortable position and my fingers were nearly numb.
I fucking needed a hand.
I let go of the tangled strings and hooks and turned towards my closed bedroom door, cradling my breasts and holding the thin fabric down with my hand to cover my nipples as I moved to the door. I pulled it open and walked to the top of the stairs. Peering over the glistening railing, I saw my date for tonight sitting over on a couch below, a drink in hand as he looked around the interior of the living room, quietly admiring the décor and design.
“Jake,” I called, leaning slightly over the railing, causing my hair to spill forward over my shoulders. He looked up at the sound of my voice, then turned so his eyes scaled the large space before finally resting on me at the top of the stairs.
“Leila?” He tilted his head in question.
“I need a hand with something,” I said again, giving him a small smile. “Can you come upstairs, please?”
“Oh. Uh, sure. Of course.” He said, abruptly getting up on his feet as he placed his glass filled with some sparkling drink on a glass ottoman nearby. I could tell he was quite nervous about the whole thing, but I was sure it was because we really weren’t so close, I mean, the only thing we really did the few times we spoke was engaging in small talks about work and stuff like that.
He dug his hands into the pockets of his shorts and made his way toward the stairs where I was waiting.
To be honest, I never thought that of all the men I could have picked to fill in Neil’s position as my date for the sexy beach event, I could have ended up with Jake as my date. I was more than shocked when I called a couple of male friends -many of whom are actually admirers- and most of them already had very important things to do tonight.
Thankfully, Maria, One of my lovely designers, suggested I ask Jake, and I was genuinely surprised because I was sure he was Brooke’s date.
But he was not Brooke’s date. She gave me his number and I gave him a call and told him about it and well, it was pretty easy to get him to come with me to the event.
But there was a big question still looming at the back of my mind. I can’t help it. I’m very curious about Brooke’s mystery date because she isn’t very adventurous with her love or sex life, so all of a sudden, she’s keeping us all in suspense.
Boy, I was itching to know the answer to the question, Who is Brooke’s date?
Jake finally reached the top of the stairs where I stood, waiting. He looked pretty good in the top-notch beachwear I specifically arranged for him, it was deep red with black undertones, matching my own bikini outfit. His ginger-colored hair was tousled softly, accentuating his facial features nicely.
He smiled at me. “What can I help you with, Leila?” He was being a gentleman, keeping his eyes on my face when it was obvious that I was not completely dressed.
I gave a small smile too. “I need a hand with…” I gathered my voluminous hair away from my chest and shoulders to reveal my hand pressing into my barely-covered breasts, holding the bikini bra in place. “... this.”
His eyes instinctively dropped to my chest and widened. His jaw dropped a few inches apart, a red color slowly pooling under his cheeks.
I held back my knowing smile.
“The hooks are tangled in my hair at the back. Can you please help me with that?”
He blinked, slowly closing his mouth shut. I saw his Adam’s apple bob twice as he swallowed, his gaze lingering on my breasts for a moment more before he met my eyes again. I lifted my eyebrows, waiting.
He cleared his throat, one hand leaving his pocket to rub the back of his neck. “Sure, I can help.”
I turned around, facing my back to him. He walked tentatively closer as if he was nervous about touching me. Well, I could tell he was nervous, but I’ve had so many designers -male and female-, photographers and videographers touch me so many times that Jake’s touch on my naked back wouldn’t really feel different.
It definitely would not feel like Adonis’ searing and maddeningly carnal touch on my naked flesh.
I held back a sigh. Why does every little thing redirect my thoughts to him?
I felt Jake’s fingers gently brush my hair out of the way, brushing over my skin in a feather-light movement as if he was trying to initiate as little physical contact as possible. Oh, he was such a good guy.
If it were Adonis. My ovaries moaned just thinking of how he’d take advantage of the situation and completely, brazenly, and shamelessly vandalize the act of detangling the hooks of my cloth. He would turn something innocent and simple into pure sin. My skin was heating from just thinking about him. I should be upset.
I felt Jake’s uneven breath fanning my hair from behind as he reached for the tight snag of strings pressed into my skin and then a finger dug into my soft skin to pull it up. I felt his breath halt fleetingly.
A womanly smile was threatening to appear on my face at how uncomfortable he was, touching me and pulling at my flimsy bikini bra when any wrong tug of a string of way too forceful jerk could leave my breasts uncovered.
He gently began to work at the snags, carefully unraveling my hair strands and pulling the strings free. He was so gentle about it, even more, gentle than Neil when I fall sick.
Soon, my bikini bra was free.
“All done.” His voice sounded quite breathless like he just ran a marathon. I heard him step back. I turned to face him, my hand pressed to my breasts, a smile on my face.
“Thanks, Jake.”
In a couple of moments after, I stepped into the living room to meet Jake again, fully ready for the party. I was in a deep red bikini bra that cocooned my breasts in rich, beautiful fabric, flaunting a whole lot of cleavage and a matching deep red bikini thong that was strapped high up over my hip bones, forming a sensual curve down my belly button to my bikini line.
Over the thong, I had a see-through black cover-up skirt wrapped around my hips with wide opening slits so high, that my ass could be seen from the side. Black calf-length beach sandals curved up in curls and beautiful designs up my legs. I had only tiny jewelry on and my hair was left down, pouring, shimmering, and rippling down my back like a chocolate waterfall.
Beautiful.
Jake thought so too. “Beautiful.” He breathed in awe, staring at me admiringly, his cheeks still slightly red from our earlier interaction. “You look breathtaking, Leila.”
I shot him one of my radiant smiles. “Thank you, Jake.”
We headed to one of the most prestigious, beautiful, and expensive private beaches where the beach event was being hosted, in my car, though Jake offered to drive and I let him.
By the time we got there, the sky was completely dark and the sheer decorations of the beachside were amazing. The organizers of this event were one of our biggest clients, so naturally, most of my staff were in attendance and I, was an honored guest.
People grooved to some upbeat music, some hung out in the softly crashing waves of the ocean, some women were decked out in blankets, lounge chairs, and on the sand, flaunting their bikini bodies and different types of beautifully designed beachwear.
“Wow, this is a nice party,” Jake said beside me as I hurried into the white sand glowing under the decorative lights standing about.
“Yeah. It’s great.” I agreed, a couple of steps ahead of him. His light shoes crunched in the sand as he tried to keep up with me. Soon, a few of the organizers and hosts spotted me and came over to exchange excited greetings.
It was a blur of smiles, greetings, and laughter with a couple of the many guests in attendance, a few of them who had never met my fiancé mistook Jake for Neil, and that, of course, made me launch into a series of explanations while smiling and laughing, socializing like a true master.
Jake seemed kind of intimidated by it all, smiling stiffly, standing and taking handshakes rigidly by my side. I guess I should have warned him that being my date required a lot of work, patience, and social energy.
“Leila!” A familiar voice called out and I turned, trying to locate where it came from amidst all of the celebration and colorful activities around me.
“That sounds like Brooke...” Jake looked at me. He was right. It was her voice. Since nearly all my staff were kindly invited to this prestigious event filled with important, fun-loving people, I had already run into a couple of them since we arrived but I had not seen Brooke.
Which was kind of odd since she was usually the first staff member I run into at events like this.
Her mysterious date must be keeping her busy tonight.
I couldn’t help the smirk that crossed my face at that snarky thought. Finally, Brooke can finally get some real action going with her sex life.
But that smirk instantly froze on my face, when Jake tapped my shoulder and motioned in a direction somewhere in front of me, and I followed with my eyes to see Brooke, smiling radiantly as she approached us in a flowy green cover-up robe that floated around her long bare, tan legs. Her feet were bare and something glittered against the lights around one of her ankles. Her short blonde hair swayed in the breeze from the beautiful ocean and a green coconut with a straw poking out of it rested in her palm.
She was not what made my smirk freeze. It was who also approached us by her side. Who walked up to us in time with Brooke’s swaying steps, striding confidently, broad, massive and tall. Dark and sexy in the night by the ocean.
It was her date.
The mysterious guy I had been dying to meet.
Adonis Ace Giles.