A Night Stand

I mean, there is no way in hell that I’m going to believe that I just had so much fun with my brother's bride-to-be, it’s definitely not her. She wouldn’t be fooling around on the night before her wedding.  Should have stopped her at this moment, I could have called someone in here to take her to her room and make sure she is okay, but I couldn’t deny myself this much pleasure. I couldn’t stop, even if wanted to. It’s too late to back down now, I need to see this to the end,  I need to make her cum, besides, she would never be able to remember any of this by tomorrow, after all, I’m not planning on taking her virginity, it belongs to the Riley as she mentioned earlier, the Riley whom I know is certainly not my brother.

After making her cum so hard, I watched her snuggle closer to me, drifting off to sleep. She is so drunk and exhausted from our little sexual escapade, and I adored her beauty. She is so gorgeous, so amazing and I want her for myself. It’s quite unfortunate that she belongs to another man.

…END OF FLASHBACK…

I mean, There I was sitting on my own when she walked into my room. Yes, I knew she was drunk and I could have at least stopped her from making a fool of herself, but I couldn’t help it, okay?

I’m a man, and I have feelings as well. How on earth am I supposed to say no to such a beautiful lady, especially when she was touching me in all the right places, making me feel so damn good. I gave in to my desires and I had fun with her. You can sue me for it, but that wouldn’t change the fact that I had fun with her and I don’t regret it.

I would have tried to talk to her in the morning, but she woke up way earlier than I expected, and when she realized that she was not in her room, she flew into a panic and ran out of my room like her life depended on it. I ran after her in a bid to stop her and explain to her that nothing happened, and maybe get her number, but I couldn’t do any of that because she had a much bigger surprise waiting for her in her friend's room.

She caught her best friend screwing her husband-to-be, who happens to be my kid brother, Riley. That fucking did it. She ran out of the hotel like a lunatic, sobbing sadly. She was distracted and confused. She wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings and she nearly got hit by a car. She came this close to getting hit by a car, the shock and heartbreak were just too much for her, and she passed out on the street, lying helplessly on the road.

I never showed my face, I kept lurking in the dark, observing from a safe distance. I waited a few minutes to give my brother a chance to save his fiancee and make things right, but he never came for her, he couldn’t care less about her safety. I had to take her to the hospital, I know this shouldn’t be my problem, I mean, I don’t even know this girl. But seeing her lying helplessly on the street made me realize that I’m now involved in this matter, whether I care to admit it or not.

“Are you sure you will be okay without me?” Liam let out as soon as I stepped out of the hospital that Saturday morning. I have been in this hospital for a couple of hours, I had to stay back and make sure she was okay and when I confirmed from the doctor that everything is going to be okay, I left her in the hospital.

“I’ll be fine man. They are still my parents, it’s not like they are going to kill me or do anything to hurt me. Just make sure she gets home safely, I’ll meet you back at the hotel.” I responded.

“And why do you care so much about this girl, Drake?

She is still your brother's fiancee and last I checked, you are still in a relationship with Rosalie.” he did a quote in the air when mentioning her name and he scoffed at the end. He never hides the fact that he hates Rosalie, and she makes it quite clear to him that the feeling is mutual. I have never understood the conflict between them, but I try to keep the peace between them before it could get more conflicting. I try to limit their interactions, making sure they have no reason to see or speak with each other.

“I know she belongs to my brother, but I still need to look out for her, Liam. Besides, Rosalie is no longer my girlfriend. She left me two weeks ago, remember?”

“Yeah, whatever. Just don’t go having any funny ideas about that girl, she is taken!” he let out sternly, throwing his hand in frustration as he turned around and went back into the hospital.

I almost laughed at his theatrics. I wonder what he is going to say when he finds out that she had been in my room last night. I’m sure he would never stop teasing me about it. Gosh, what was I ever thinking?

I went back to the hotel and had a quick shower. The news of Riley’s canceled wedding is everywhere in town. Their wedding was supposed to be today, and everyone was looking forward to it because it was supposed to be the talk of the town. Our family is so popular in this city, we practically run this city. And from what I heard, her family is doing great as well. They are going through a rough time, but then again, that is how business is. I’m sure her father would sort out it out in no time.

I felt uncomfortable as I stepped down from my Porsche, the news about my brother's breakup is everywhere. And there is a leaked video of my brother and the girl he screwed last night. That video is supposed to be confidential, I wonder how it got leaked.

As I walked into the hotel lobby, I spotted the girl causing this whole scandal, the same girl that had been with Riley last night. She was having a conversation with the receptionist, the same one that had given me the key to my room last night. I saw her passing a brown envelope to the receptionist before turning to leave the lobby. I guess she is checking out of the hotel because she had her luggage with her.

I did not stop, and I acted oblivious to their dealings, but something else caught my attention and I realized that something else is going on here. From the glass doors of the elevator, I saw her walk toward a black SUV that is parked in front of the hotel. The driver came down and took her luggage from her, putting it at the back of the car. Then she opened the back door and stepped into the SUV and just before she shut the door, someone sitting in the back seat of that SUV leaned down to place a peck on her cheek.

I know him, I’ve heard so much about him and I know what he is capable of. His name is Austin Foster. He is a member of the Russian organized crime or Russian mafia, otherwise known as Bratva. He is a notorious criminal, and he is wanted in many countries for drugs and human trafficking.

I may not be Bratva, but I am the Godfather and the Bratva pakhan cannot dare to cross me. I don’t know how Riley got himself involved with these guys, but I’m certainly going to get to the root of this matter.