My soon to be brother is my Fiancé.

Chapter 3.

I'd be lying if I'll start with a "I woke up in the wrong side of the bed." just because i'm sleeping next to a no good play boy Jerk named Tristan. Actually, i slept fine. I guess i slept like a baby, but i had a weird dream though. i actually dreamed about Tristan! I know, it's weird and all, i mean dreaming about your soon to be brother- wait; i mean my soon to be husband... uh, just the thought of it makes my head hurts. It's all his fault! i just said boyfriend not fience!

I moved my hand to feel the soft, fluffy pillow beside me but felt something cold, hard yet soft. i was about to put my hand lower thinking it went down when suddenly i was stopped by a hand, gripping my wrist, keeping it still.

I opened my eyes just to find my head resting on someone's exposed muscular chest. I looked up just to see a sly grin on Tristan's smug face.

"Cant wait to touch me baby doll?" He smiled winking at me.

I quickly pushed away from him when i suddenly remembered my bed was small. i guess i pushed away from him too much that i almost fell, but Tristan pulled me and saved me from falling. The bad part is i landed on top of him, my face was only about an inch close to his head.

"If this is would happen every time i wake up, i'll sleep more often." he smirked.

I removed his hold from me and stood up. i glared at him and he just smiled. Then, my eyes went down to his muscular chest; he has 6 pack abs! I know guys exercise but i didn't know it would be that much! sure he's the captain of basketball and all but he's too muscular! even his muscles has muscles.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." he spoke snapping me back.

"I've seen better." i said looking away.

"Keep telling yourself that baby doll."

"What's the plan now genius? we cant just sit here in my room until they call-off their wedding."

He sat down and was about to talk when my phone rang. I pulled my phone out my pocket and my boyfriend was calling. a smile quickly appeared on my face, i happily answered it and almost melted as i heard his British voice;

"Good morning baby girl."

"Morning Rexon." i smiled.

"I didnt see you at practice, is something wrong?" he asked worried.

"No, everything's fine. My dad just told me to come home as soon as class was over."

"Since when were you the obedient type?" he chuckled.

"Since i didnt want to have my allowance cut."

"Haha... it was a threat i see. Anyway, i was hopping that... wecouldgoonadatetoday." he quickly said but i understood it.

"What?" i smiled holding back a giggle.

Rexon and i have been dating for 2 years now. He was introduced to me by my brother and there, i fell for him; Love at first sight they say.Like any other Brit, he was blond and blue eyes, 5'6, muscular, sweet and a gentleman when he wants to be.

"Can we go on a date today? I really want to spend sometime with my baby girl." he smiled.

"Um.."

"Please baby, i really miss you."

i bit my lower lip... I miss him too but, what am i ganna do? i cant just go out of my room and say i have a date with Rexon while leaving Tristan A.K.A my fience in my room. But... i really miss Rexon. We've been pretty busy these past few weeks that we've never spend time with eachother-not that rated R thing though-.