I laugh. I know it isn't funny, but it's defense mechanism. I also curl my fists because at this point, I've had enough. "Lies!" I say.
"Colt, let's hear what Daniel has to say," Karen says at nearly a whisper.
"I don't know what this is about, but I think you should listen to Karen," Daniel says, advancing closer to me. "Sit the fuck down before you do something you regret."
"Regret?" I ask. "I think it's too late for that. I can't believe we believed you. We never had a choice, did we? You were going to do whatever the fuck you wanted with that inheritance, with or without our consent."
"Stop, you're out line," Daniel says. "I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about."
He steps even closer and I feel like it's a total fucking breech of my personal space. I think it's a combination of him getting in my face and him not owning up to meeting with the lawyer behind our backs, but without another words, I ball my fist, reach back and swing my knuckles into the bridge of his nose.
But the man’s reflexes are fast. He catches my swing and holds my fist from moving. We stand there, struggling against each other.
Yeah. We’re fighting.
Again.
Because he fucking betrayed Karen. He betrayed me.
I can see the anger flare in his eyes.
He's breathing heavy, trying to reign in his anger. He close to me and now his fists are balled too. "You fucking idiot. Everything I've done has been for us. If you think otherwise, get the fuck out." He grits his teeth. "I mean it, get the fuck out now before I kick your ass!"
Karen's in shock. I promised her I just wanted to talk. I even promised myself I wouldn't fight Daniel, and now look. Everything I thought would fucking happen has vanished.
"Colt--" she begins to say, but I interrupt her.
"He's right," I say. "Let's leave. There's nothing more to say here."
We walk out of the office. Neither of us turns around to take a look at Daniel. We have no idea what's going through his mind, but it really doesn't fucking matter. At least he knows we're onto him. But I can't help but think about the confused look on his face. Is it possible that he really didn't know what I was talking about?
"I just want to get far away from here," Karen says, breaking my train of thought. I can sense the emotions of this afternoon bubbling to the surface. She's about to cry. I wrap my arm around her shoulder.
"I have just the place."
"We're checking into an ocean front hotel, and we're going to forget about this mess."
Karen
Hello there, I think to myself as I open one eye lazily, Colt’s naked body next to mine. After yesterday's stress … and drama, I wouldn’t mind waking up to this every single morning for the rest of my life.
I reach for him, caressing his cheek, and it almost pains me when he stirs. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. Still handsome, of course, but it’s nice seeing him like this; when he’s awake, there’s always a fire in his eyes, and he looks so restless.
"G’morning," he whispers, opening his eyes and smiling. He reaches for me with one hand, placing it on my waist, and then lays a kiss on my forehead.
"G’morning, brother," I say with a soft chuckle, and he narrows his eyes at me.
"Stepbrother," he corrects me, but I know he enjoys the way I tease him. I don’t know, there’s something very exciting about calling him ‘brother’. It’s taboo, it’s wrong… And the way that forbidden word falls out of my lips feels so deliriously sexy.
"Oh, is that so?" I ask, placing my hand on his stomach and then sliding it down his hard abs. I go as low as I can, his already erect cock standing in the way of my hand. "Because I’m in the mood for some brotherly action…"
"When are you not in the mood?" He grins, the hand he has on my hip moving up the side of my body. I’m still naked; I drifted off after the sex marathon we had last night, and so he reaches for my right breast, squeezing it. I let out one heavy breath, my nipples hardening as I feel the pressure of his fingers on my flesh.
"It’s your fault…" I purr, moving my fingers up and down his shaft. "How am I supposed to resist you? My own… brother?"
"You’re not," he says, letting go of my breast and moving his hand down my body, resting it right between my thighs. I gasp as I feel his fingers on my wet folds, a pleasant electric feeling spreading from my pussy to the rest of my body.
I start stroking him harder, moving my hand up and down, and then close my eyes. Colt’s running his fingers over my pussy lips and then, without even a warning, he slides one finger in. He curls it upward like a hook, only stopping when his fingertip finds my G-spot. I gasp again, my body tensing up as that sweet anxiety of lust starts to take over.