Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 8: Chapter 8

LEILANI.
Later that afternoon, I was alone in the house. I had no idea when Adonis left. He didn’t even have breakfast. Maybe he’s not just the type of guy that likes eating together with people like a family. We are a family.
Family.
Family members don’t find each other sexually attractive. Family members don’t check other members of the family out when they’re not looking. Gosh. It’s hard to think of Adonis as my brother.
It just feels so wrong.
But I was sure there was some kind of strain in the Giles family. One they didn’t like talking about. And I’m sure Adonis Ace Giles is right in the center of it all. Fuck that, if I’m going to become a daughter-in-law of that family sometime in the future, I had to know as much as I can about them.
I heard Chase knock something down in a corner of the bedroom and I looked over, his huge body was crouched over one of his toys but my alarm clock lay pathetically on the floor.
“Stop knocking things over, you fathead,” I said to him but was promptly ignored. Shaking my head, I turned back to my reflection in the life-sized mirror spread on the wall.
I had stripped out of my dress and put on one of my red bikinis; curtsey of DELEILAH lingerie and bikinis, of course. My long brown hair flowed down my supple, curvy body barely covered by the tiny two-piece pieces of flimsy material sitting snugly over the nipple part of my breasts and my pussy. I placed my ring on the dresser and smiled at my pretty reflection satisfactorily before turning around to grab my cover-up bikini robe and phone.
“Chase, c'mon boy,” I called, padding barefoot out of the room. He leaped up and trotted after me eagerly. I was going for a swim in the pool. I had a lot of thinking to do concerning the big contract my brand had been offered, and the best place to think with a clear head was at my favorite spot; the swimming pool.
My head had been muddled up so much recently, that I can barely think straight.
So, I made a quick detour to the bar to grab my favorite wine and wine glass before stepping out of the house, the warm sun caressing my bare skin and the breeze fanning out my hair.
Chase barked and ran ahead to roll on the patch of artificial grass adorning a part of the yard. Smiling, I walked over to a lounge chair, dropping the ice bucket carrying my wine next to it with the wine glass.
I turned to the pool, chucking my transparent robe aside, and gaze at the shimmering surface of the clear, blue water. I raised my hands, stretching out and about to dive in when I saw the car.
A black car.
It was across the street, motionless, but I had the eerie feeling in my guts that I was being watched.
This was a very secure, high-end residential estate so security threats were literally zero. But I still had these prickly feelings at the back of my neck. I slowly lowered my hand, gaze never leaving the car. The windows were tinted, like most of the cars in this neighborhood, but it still made me uneasy. And I have never felt this way before.
For a long, tense moment I stood watching the window of the driver’s side, wondering if anyone was even inside. And all of a sudden, the car moved. It moved slowly, purposefully…and then picked up speed and rounded off the corner.
I let out a breath. It was just a normal car and the owner was probably carried away by their phone or something before they caught themselves and drove off. I was really getting worked up over nothing. I do need to clear my head.
Taking in a deep breath, I dived in.
I swam down deep into the pool as I loved to do, feeling the pleasant pressure of the water bear down on me. This clear feeling that always came with being underwater was something I have always loved since I was a kid.
Even back then, I used to jump in the water, whenever I got the chance to go swimming, and I would hold my breath and stay under the water, very still and very calm. Everyone would panic, thinking I drowned, and would nearly give themselves heart attacks trying to 'rescue' me.
A girly grin formed on my face at the memory. I swam back up and floated on a surface for a while, watching Chase play around before I dove back in, feeling the water drag through my hair.
The muffled sound of tires reached me and I swam back up to burst through the surface.
Adonis' Jeep was parked in the driveway and the door opened. He stepped out into the sunlight, heart-stoppingly gorgeous and I found myself unconsciously holding my breath.
A white shirt hugged his broad ripped body with the sleeves recklessly pushed up his veined forearms. The top buttons were left open, revealing the beginning of a tan, muscular chest. His tousled hair fell across his eyes as he moved something in a bag out of the Jeep and down to the floor.
He had not seen me yet.
He rolled his shoulder as if to ease a crick in his neck and slowly turned around...
And his eyes met mine.