White & Gray

chapter 7,5 - brother

Vince

 I was on my knees seconds ago. My heart was literally in my hands. I didn't know what to do if she refused to let it go. I didn't want to talk about Sam, I just needed a distraction.

"No no no no no no!" she said with a ridiculous amount of no's. "He is my brother."

Relief surrounded my body. She could and actually will forgive me and I would do anything to make her not forget that she was about to forgive me. This night cannot end now.

She was so surprised when I suggested dancing. Although she has never seen me dancing, she has never assumed I don't go dancing. This is where she assumes I find my "lady friends," as she puts it.

She was right though. I try my best to separate my private life from hers. My private life consists of my work and my "lady friends". She should not be part of any of them.

When it comes to my work, I was an overprotective person. Any harm I caused her could mean the end of me.

When it comes to women, she and I have this weird thing. We never talk about it. She has seen people going in and out of my room but never had that conversation.

I mean she is not having-? If she was having sex, I would probably know. Was she even a virgin? Is she hiding it from me too?

That was my thought when I entered the club and looked around. As usual, I tried to see through people and anticipate danger. Being tipsy does not help. Because all I could focus on are the eyes that focus on her.

With or without that dress, I know she is nearly impossible to ignore. Her presence can be felt from a distance. She has unusually long brown hair, which she keeps flipping to the right.

By any chance if you are a lucky bastard, you could be the reason that she does that and smiles, you are whipped. I know it, I've seen it. I've seen men drawl over her. The best part of all is that she does not even notice.

We have kept a lot of men away from her over the years. We needed to be triggered all the time just in case somebody try using her to get through to me. This was our plan from the beginning, but it did not prevent us from keeping her away from every male in the end.

"Man. I know she means a lot to you, but come on! There is no way you did not imagine her hair wrapped around your fist as you fuck her from behind." these were the things that I've heard about one of my men years ago. I broke both of his hands in the instant he finished that sentence. Sam punched his face more than I punched his.

Counting the men who were checking her out, I was amused when she said she was checking the women for me. I said 5 which was a lie, it was the number of people I think I could handle at once.

Again, she always got attention but it was easier before. She was all grown up now. No longer a teenage girl with this amazing energy. She is now a grown woman with sexy energy. She enjoyed their attention so I tried to keep my deadly stares to a minimum. I needed drinks. ASAP.

"You cannot control this," she said. That sobered me up instantly. I had this urge to be in control of everything. That was my problem and she knew it. She knew everything about me. Those are traits that I picked up from my dad. He forced me to act this way because he was dealing with bad stuff and I was his "weakness," as he always said.

I needed to be constantly aware, constantly protected, and always careful. I was homeschooled. I could never go outside as much as I wanted to. I always hated that. I had no life.

But that one night, I sadly learned that he was right. So, whatever it takes I will protect her at all costs. I wanted her to be more relaxed than I was, but still with limits.

When she said I can't control this, it directly touched my heart. On impulse, I grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. As we were walking into the middle, I saw one guy curse as if he had a chance and missed it. She was so surprised that she wasn't even walking. I could lead her anywhere I pleased. I wanted to control the narrative. I wanted everybody to think that they have no chance.

Her eyes were focused on her hand on my chest and she couldn't look at me which made me smile. I didn't know why. She seemed tense so I wanted to make her feel better, so I held her hand on my chest and turned her once.

Instinctively, my hand on her waist pulled her closer to my body. It was like my hand was controlling me. With that turn, her hair hit my face and her scent hugged me. For a moment, everything went silent when her heavy breathing chest reached my chest, and I realized we were strangely close to each other.

That was the plan to make everybody think she was with me, but the plan was not to make them think I could have her in a moment. I couldn't even see the reaction of anybody because I cannot seem to look away from her eyes.

Not being able to think with my brain was NOT part of the plan. Suddenly, while dancing to prove my control, I lost my control. My body was not in combination with my brain AND it was about to be shown. I felt blood rushing to my dick.

I turned her once again and wanted to smoothly stopped this stupid dancing. When turned her, I stopped her while her behind facing my chance with the urge of pressing myself on her.

As soon as I turned her, I regretted it and found the strength to stop myself. I just whispered in her ear "Now we are definitely not siblings and it is clear to the eyes. Now girls are checking you out because they are jealous."

Left her in the middle of the dance floor. What the fuck was wrong with me? There was no excuse for those 5 minutes of my imagination. I hate myself. I will never drink again. I wanted to punch Sam again.