-----~[NATHAN]~-----She pushes me away from the wall and tries to pick up her shirt. I stop her and pin her back against the wall hugging her tightly and feeling her bare naked torso against me. Shit.... I kiss her warm smooth skin from her neck down towards her chest as she struggles to push me away. "Just fucking stop it ........" she says trying to stop me and then we hear a loud bang from the front door and we both know that Brandon is back. Shit. I immediately break away from her and she takes up her shirt slipping it back on. She immediately walks up to the cooker and I can tell she is inconvenient with the wetness in between her thighs. Oh my. I immediately step out of the kitchen hiding my own wetness as well with the attempt to greet him. "You are welcome brother."I say as loud as I can so she can hear what is happening. I want to give her the chance to quickly go up to her room and change and I hope she gets the logic. "Let's head up to my room and set up these thing

-----~[AMELIA]~-----I look back up at him to see him biting his lip sexily with a big cocky smile flashing me that… that captivating gaze... Oh fuck. “ I've got to go.“ I say and try to walk away. He holds my hands and tuggers me back.“ I am not going to make this easy for you.“ He says point blank and I gape at him. For fuck's sake. I bite my lip with frustration. “Dude can you just please tell me, what part of I'm fucking married to your brother don't you understand? “ He chuckles like it doesn't mean a thing. “I don't care, Amelia.“ I feel a glass shatter in my brain. He walks closer to me. “I want you and I am going to get you.“ He says gazing at me soul-deep. Fuck!!What on Earth have I done to the universe to treat me this way? This is a whole lot more temptation than I thought I was in for. I tried to look away but he held my cheeks and tilted my head to look at him. “Don't look away.“ He whispers and leans closer to me. Shit…. I am done for. He mashed his lips softly a

-----~[AMELIA]~-----The next morning finds me bedridden with a full dose of guilt rocking my nerves as the sharp rays of the early morning sun was in full blast seeping in through the window and piercing in through my eyelids. I flinch on the bed and move my hands to shield my face from the sharp rays. What the hell..... Who the hell left the curtains open? I immediately snap my eyes open with all the pent-up frustration within me and sit up. Sure enough the window is wide open and ajar like though someone was attempting to receive a full battery charge of UV rays. I grit my teeth and get up from the bed walking slowly towards the window. It is really really bright outside. I frown with Wonder and then turn my head to the bedside table to check the alarm clock. Holy crap of the heavens. It's freaking 11 a.m.??!!! How? How long have I been asleep for? Didn't the alarm wake me up to get Brandon's breakfast for..... I pause in my thoughts and my eyes go wide. Holy crap. Brandon!!!!

-----~[AMELIA]~-----My heart is pounding rapidly. My entire body is sweating with nervousness. My system is vibrating with a superb uncontrollable Force as I lean against the door trying to catch my breath thinking about the big hell I am currently in. What the hell am I going to do now? This is just too much to take in. That guy is relentless and he's not going to stop until he gets what he wants. How the hell am I supposed to keep away from him when we are in the same building for crying out loud? I frustratedly rake my fingers through my hair and groan with desperation. why the fuck won't this guy just leave me alone? Why does he have to be this relentless with this intention of his? Why can't he just listen to simple reason? Aaargh. I sigh deeply with frustration and glance at the door when I don't hear or perceive any single sound coming from the other side. Why isn't he approaching or showing any move? Does it mean he has finally given up? I scoff. There is no way he will jus

-----~[AMELIA]~-----~[THE SAME DAY]~I am just sitting in a particular position on the sofa in the living room staring into space thinking about absolutely nothing except my particular act of stupidity that I committed a few hours ago. Brandon has returned for work and it seems things weren't really stressful for him today because he returned quite earlier than I expected. I have already done him the honors of serving him dinner and he's currently in his study working out some homely business duties. His business never seems to end for him. Once he is done with the category at the office he always returns back home to continue another section in his study room. Sometimes I find myself wondering when and how his work will ever end. It never seems to. He is always busy 24/7 and only seems to have the time for me at midnight. Not like I am in dire need of his attention anyway. I don't really feel that particular ache that women are supposed to feel for their husband whenever he seems