Show & Sell

I mean, if you want to go and ruin your fucking body, do it—but don’t do it at the expense of your sister, particularly if your sister is as gorgeous and precious as Aurora is.

Of course, I’m not going to harm the little shit, but boy am I close to doing it. The way Aurora stares at him through those big eyes of hers. Fuck, man, it hurts to see how much she loves him and how much she’s hurting by what he’s doing to her.

In my book, hurting someone close to you, particularly family, is off the table. I know my brothers and I have had our differences, but we’ve never acted like Anders. But then again, we don’t do fucking drugs.

Finally, the car comes to a stop, and I realize we’re here. Aurora gasps. At first, I’m not quite sure why, but then I see her eyes take in the size of our beach house.

I guess it’s not the type of beach house ordinary people have. Ours is a beach mansion, more like. It’s as you would expect would be befitting of billionaire playboys.

The grounds are made up of a manicured lawn, neatly trimmed hedges, ornamental gardens, and all of it right in the cusp of the beach.

The entire fucking ocean is right there to wash away my baby’s worries—and possibly to drown Anders in if he gets out of line. I kid. But really, where’s the little punk gonna get drugs out here when he’s under our personal version of house arrest?

Our house has ten bedrooms, I think, and five living areas, several bathrooms, a gym, a wine cellar, and a media room.

It was worth every penny. All of this is spread out over two floors and a large surface area. I’m not good with fucking detail; I just know the house is huge. That’s all I need to know.

It is one of those modern architectural buildings, with massive windows to take advantage of the view and sun, and it has an overall square look.

Without waiting or asking for permission, I take Aurora by the hand and lead her to the house.

“May I give you a tour?” I whisper and notice her tiny smile.

Her eyes are still as large as ever. I swear I see a goddamn sparkle in them as she realizes this is where we’re staying.

All I want to do now is drag her into one of the rooms and fuck her. But I can’t. I’m here with my brothers—and Anders and the nurse—to keep an eye on our little druggie while he needs to start detoxing. It’s a full fucking house.

When will I get to be with her alone?

I can tell how overwhelmed Aurora is by all this. We simply took charge of the situation. We didn’t even need to consult with one another; each one of us knew what to do.

Maybe we’re not as fractured a family as I thought.

Of course, we’re no closer to resolving this thing with Aurora. We went to see her to ask her to choose between us. And then there was a fateful emergency. We saw that she was crying, and now we’re here.

Fuck, how I wish I had her alone. There’s no possible way to have her make a decision now. Any undue pressure on her would not be a wise move.

As soon as we step through the door, I put my arm around her waist and steer her upstairs.

“This is my favorite part of the house,” I explain as I show her the bedrooms that overlook the water.

“It’s beautiful,” she says, and she looks at me with such intensity that I know she’s thinking it, too.

She wishes I would lay her down on this bed and make fucking love to her all night. And I swear I would…if it wasn’t for the situation.

Fuck.

I lead her through the huge entertainment theater and the bar. She walks around and touches everything. And I watch her walk, the sunlight hitting her beautiful blonde hair.

I show her a living room and the walk-out basement that leads right to the sand. If you look long enough out to sea, you can see everything fading over the horizon, the ocean looking endless.

It’s exactly how I feel about her. My feelings are endless. I don’t know where I begin and where she ends.

I swear to God we are one. And that’s exactly how I want it to be.

Except, I want to cement this thing physically and make sure that she never thinks about one of my brothers ever again.

“Wow,” breathes Aurora and I feel her snuggle into me. “You guys really are quite…powerful. You have money and property and everything you want,” she finishes.

I stop and pull her toward me. “I can make any dream you have come true.”

I’m breathing hard and struggle to control myself. I just want to rip her clothes off and fuck her brains out. “You name it, and I’ll get it for you.”