my brother's best friend

chapter xviii

“jealousy”
through elise hampton

after saturday's events, the mere presence of the male gender confused me. i was totally and utterly involved in a big snowball that seemed to increase by the second it skidded through my mind. a snowball named devyn, if that made sense.

he had asked me to come by his house, which i just yesterday found out existed. he was quite relaxed even though i knew he took notice of my strange behavior.

my parents and christopher had made this lunch to devyn as a way to say goodbye. he was finally moving to his own appartment.

they saw him like a son after all.

i planted my finger on the doorbell of the building before me. my recent navy blue gel nails contacted with the round red button. my blue eyes noticed the discreet camera on the wall. a familiar buzzing sound was heard and soon i was pushing the heavy door aside. my heels clincked in the tiled floor, as my eyes searched for the appartment number 8. i found myself on the elevator and when i arrived at the third floor, my eyes met with a pair of brown ones.

"well hello"

his welcoming sight made my heart warm despite the firm thought i kept on the back of my mind.

'you still don't know if he's using you'

and i didn't. his gentle eyes could fool me but the look he gave me when he said the three words. it was fully carnal.

"hello" i retorted, my weak smile giving away my current thoughts.

"i understand why you're acting like this elise, i will explain everything to you today" his eyes held a promise i wasn't sure i would like to hear, his tender hand took mine as he licked his lips rapidly.

my gaze fell on our conjoined hands before it met his once again. i grasped my small chanel bag tightly when we began walking towards the clear number 8. my breath was ragged in antecipation.

he would tell me what i have tried to answer by myself these past few days.

the door was soon opened by devyn and my eyes met a very elegant appartment. it was clearly pretty un-used – there was nothing but furniture.

we entered and the familiar scent of devyn overwealmed my senses. it combined with this smell of cologne.

"what did you want to tell me?"

his gaze met mine.

"let's sit"

he guided me towards this navy blue sofa, the softness of it making me linger against it.

"i noticed your confusion lately"

i bit my lip and his gaze fell on it.

"i am not who you think i am" he gulped "my name is devyn newthorne" he let out an anxious chuckle.

"yes, i know devyn"

"my parents are anthony and madalene newthorne"

"the newthorne family? they don't have a son, what are you saying?" my brows furrowed. our eyes met and his head softly nodded.

"they do"

"you have been lying, is that so?"

"yes but i want you to understand that it was reasonable to me at the time" his tone of voice hardened.

"i was exhausted of always being used for my parents' fortune and, well, when i met christopher i realised if he knew who i was truly, he wouldn't be real to me, neither would you" his hands were firmly held in his lap as he gave me a warm smile.