"Sophie, I'm gonna be honest. My brother's a jerk, and I'm apologizing in advance for his behavior. It would make me happy if you stay away from him altogether," Daniel, her boyfriend of six months, discloses with a soft smile.
From what Sophie's been told, Derrick Lahnam is a narcissistic playboy that doesn't care about anyone but himself. Compared to his twin, Daniel is a saint. With his neatly styled hair and button up shirts, he is the perfect poster child and boyfriend.
"It's alright, Daniel. I'll be fine," she reassures him as they ascend the steps leading to his parents' front door.
"Just tell me if he's too much for you, and we'll leave."
His mother envelops Sophie as soon as she enters the living room. The plump woman aged nicely and doesn't hide the fact that she's in her fifties. Her gray hair and gentle wrinkles prove her age. She grins at Sophie.
"Hi, Mrs. Lahnam," she greets, matching the woman's broad smile.
She insists, "Oh, it's Cheri." Cheri gestures to the older man beside her. "This is my husband, Ky."
The man doesn't resemble Daniel at all, and Sophie wonders who her boyfriend inherited his good looks from. He didn't look like either of his parents. His sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes are a stark contrast compare to his parents' raven-colored locks and blue eyes.
"Let's go ahead and sit down to eat. Derrick is running late," Cheri explains before leading the couple into the dining room.
Ky takes his seat at the head of the table. His wife sits to his right with Daniel beside her, and he invites Sophie to sit across from him. From the way the Lanham's are nonchalantly acting and the information her boyfriend supplied her with, Sophie concludes Derrick's tardiness is considered the norm. That's no surprise to her. He doesn't sound like a responsible man, more like a little boy.
"So Sophie, what's your passion?" Cheri blurts.
Sophie raises an eyebrow and her nose scrunches up with confusion. "Uh... my passion?"
"Your passion. What makes you keep going in life? What makes you passionate?" the woman elaborates.
Her response is cut short when a tall man enters the dining room. Dressed in a onyx suit, he seems to be missing his jacket. The man bares no resemblance to Daniel, but he is the spitting image of Mr. Lahnam. His messy, black hair and scruffy facial hair makes him look sinfully attractive. Sophie gasps when she recognizes the man. Oh, she knew Derrick Lahnam all right. He looks exactly like he did sixth months ago when she met him for the first and only time. The suit is a refreshing change from the angel costume she saw him in.
His familiar deep voice shoots a spark straight to her core. "Sorry I'm late, Mom," he apologizes as he greets his mother with a kiss on her cheek. When he takes the empty seat beside Sophie, he shows no sign of recognition, and Sophie exhales.
Cheri turns to the guest after pardoning her son. "What were you saying?"
Sophie flushes when Derrick's intense blues train on her, but she gulps and continues as if they are strangers. "Right, my passion... I would have to say my family keeps me going," she answers, dreading how boring she sounds. She swears she catches Derrick scoff, but she prays she is mistaken.
"A family girl! That's wonderful! Isn't it, Ky?" Cheri gushes, clasping her hands in front of her chest. "Derrick, why don't you bring home a girl like Sophie?" Daniel laughs at his mother's question, and Derrick joins in. "Now, I'm serious, boys. Derrick needs a stable girlfriend. Sophie, do you have any nice friends?"
Derrick answers for her. "Mom, I'm sure Sophie is a wonderful girl, but that's not really my thing." This time, it's Sophie's turn to scoff.
"Not your thing," his mother mutters. "Do you hear that, Ky? He says it's not his thing."
The twins laugh again.
Sophie nearly jumps out of her skin when a large palm lands on her thigh during dinner. Fingers skim the hem of her dress, and she subtly shoots a glare at Derrick. He replies with a challenging smirk. She swats his hand away, but it returns a few seconds later, higher on her thigh.
Sophie clears her throat and asks, "Daniel, where's the bathroom?"
Cheri begins to stand, but Derrick stops it. "It's alright, Mom. I'll take her." Sophie misses when Daniel sends a warning scowl at his twin. "Come on, kitty," he murmurs only loud enough for her to hear.
Sophie blanches, but she reassures herself. He can't possibly be referencing that night. Acting as if nothing is wrong, she follows her boyfriend's brother out of the dining room and down the hall. When they reach the bathroom, Derrick follows her in, trapping her between his broad frame and the cold sink.
"Derrick, this isn't exactly appropriate considering the relationship I have with your brother," Sophie reminds him, trying to ignore his proximity.
"You all seem so... close in this relationship," he sarcastically remarks.
"I really don't need you analyzing my relationship. It's none of your concern."
He traces circles on her arms as he speaks, "You're my concern." Sophie doesn't reply, but she grows more irritated. "Now, what's that you were saying about your family being your passion? Because, from what I've witnessed, that's a load of bullshit. What about your passion to take orders? The urge to please? The fact that being a submissive little slùt gets you off? What about that, Sophie?"
She pushes him away, and he allows her to move him. A deep red creeps up her neck, filling her cheeks and reminding her how true his filthy words are. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Derrick grins at the reaction he drew from her, stepping closer. "I think you do. Don't lie, Sophie. I heard that little gasp come from your plump, kissable lips when you saw me. You recognized me, and if I'm not mistaken, which I'm not, you were hurt when you saw that I didn't recognize you. Oh, kitty, I remembered you. How could I possibly forget the feisty girl that sucked cøck like no one else? Because I didn't and neither did my cøck."
Sophie shudders with anticipation. "Please," her voice is airy and light, "stop."
"I don't think you want me to." Derrick's hand pulls up her dress to reveal her flimsy thong. "In fact, I think you're soaked right now." His index finger proves his theory.
Sophie can't deny this, so she pushes Derrick away and storms out of the bathroom, her cheeks burning.
oops don't kill me because this isn't finished. ahh love you guys sorry that I've been MIA
