Chapter 33: The Hoeish feels

Brielle POV

"Hey, Miss Damara, how are you doing?" Enrique said over the phone.

"I'm good; what about you?" I replied, comfortably lying in bed. I had been waiting for Hera and Ona to come back before Enrique's call came in.

"Fine. I heard my sister is around and wants to meet with you."

"Hmm, yeah, so I heard too!" I said mockingly.

"Let me guess, you're still at home and not planning ongoing right now."

"Wow, I never knew that you were a psychic too!" I said.

"Come on, Miss Damara, I heard all about what my idiotic brother did, and believe me when I tell you that he's just ignorant. He will learn, but in the meantime, I want you to put aside your differences and honor the invitation from my sister."

So Jace had reported himself to his brother at least that counted for something. It was a sign that he felt bothered, and my reaction worked.

"Alright, but I'm only doing this because you stepped in," I said, forcing myself to sit up in bed.

"Certainly! Thank you, miss Damara. It's not every time Hermione comes around, and thus I'll be showing up myself next week to be with you guys. I'll have to force myself to go into a compulsory one-week vacation."

"Nice! I'm looking forward to seeing you," I replied with a soft smile. "Should I tell Ona that you'll be coming over, or do you want to surprise her?"

"Ah yes, a surprise will look like more fun. Thank you for inquiring first."

"Alright, then I'll keep your coming a secret like the lord's time."

Enrique laughed. "Since when did you start rapping?"

"Me, oh no, I wasn't trying to sound like a rapper, to be honest."

Or was I?

Enrique and I said our goodbyes, and I checked the time to see that if I did not get ready in approximately fifteen minutes, I'd arrive late. Just as I was preparing, Jace called to find out if I would be coming, and I lied that I was en route to his place already. From a distance, I could hear Hera and Ona talking but could not make out their words.

"Brielle, we're home!" they chorused, but Hera's voice was the loudest. I was ready, and so I rushed into the living room.

"Hey girls! I'm going out to meet with Jace's sister," I said, still in a big hurry.

"I thought we agreed that you're going to lay low for a week?" Hera asked, sounding a bit bewildered. She blocked the exit of the living room.

"But it's his sister, for crying out loud!" I said defensively. "My anger is tilted towards Jace and not her."

"Hera, allow Brielle to go on her date!" Ona said, pulling her away from the door. You and I both know she is like a dog to her master Jace and would always come running no matter what he does!"

The mixture of both simile and metaphor intended in Ona's speech was so coincidental to what I had discussed with Hera. However, right now was not the time for me to be wondering if Hera had hinted to Ona anything in respect to our shared secret. I smiled briskly and walked out of the house. I thought I was walking funnily because of how I hurried out of the house.

I was running late, and I had to call for a taxi to pull over and stop. Jace would have come and picked me up himself, but I had lied that I was already en route!

There was traffic because a learner was directly in front of us. The cab driver yelled at the person driving the vehicle before he gave way for us to pass. Finally, we arrived at the house, and I paid the cabby my fare.

My heart started racing, and it was faster in comparison to the way I had hurried here. I worried if my hair was done well, suddenly I felt my make-up was flawed and my gown too old-fashioned. Silently, I blamed myself for jumping the gun. My phone cried out violently, and I almost jumped out of my skin.

"Hello yeah, I'm at the door," I said. It was too late to worry about whether I looked like Halle Berry or Harley Quinn.

"Wow! You look stunning!" were the first words Jace said to me when he unlocked the door.

I forced myself to smile. "Thanks; where's your sister?"

"Relax, Brielle, and she'll be out any minute soon! Don't be an eager beaver."

"Okay, so I should just wait here, right?" I asked like it was my first time being in his apartment.

He gave me a comical stare. "Brielle, I need you to start acting confidently. She's my sister, not my mother, and she doesn't bite, trust me."

I did not know if the comparison of his sister not biting meant his mother would bite. I worked my nerves to relax by taking several calming breaths. Jace's sister, Hermione, also known by her Mexican name, Ximena, appeared in the living room suddenly. She moved towards us gracefully with light, springy steps. Her face was expressionless. She stopped right in front of me and her straight face cracked with a smile.

"Hi, you must be Brielle! I am Hermione, Christopher's sister," she said, extending her slender arm towards me with an open palm. I took her palm, and it felt buttery.

"Yes, I'm Brielle; it's nice to see you finally!" I said, gulping, as my eyes drank the beautiful Hermione all at once.

"Jonathan, she even looks lovelier than in the pictures!" she said, turning to Jace, who shrugged.

"I'm glad you've eyes!" he said, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Oh shut up, it is I who should be feeling glad you have eyes," Hermione said. "If she were any less pretty than this, then I would have asked her to leave this very minute!"

"Hermione! She's right in front of us!" Jace said, offering a pained and sorry expression to me.

"I am so sorry, love!" Hermione said, and I beamed up with a nervous smile. I was nothing compared to her. She was so elegant that it made me question what Jace saw in me. And to be honest, I felt flutters in my tummy because I was called pretty.

"It's alright, thanks for the compliment!" I said.

Siblings?! I instantly noticed how they made passive glares and fought each other with their remarks. Also, it was noticeable too that Hermione did not use abbreviations whenever she spoke.

"So, Brielle, what car did you come in?" Hermione said, jumping right on the space next to me. I wanted to flee!

"Car? I um-"

"She doesn't have one yet," Jace said tersely.

"What the hell? You let her enter a taxi?" Hermione said, scowling.

"She was already en route when I called; I would've sent my driver to pick her up," Jace defended like he had done something inexplicable.

"Buy her a car!" Hermione said, turning her attention back to me. "What kind of car do you want, darling?"

Typically, I would have interpreted the gesture as Hermione just wanting to flaunt De Leon's wealth, but she had said it in such a caring voice. I was no dummy, and I knew different brands of cars, but at the moment, I did not know what to choose. The offer seemed too bogus, like a blank cheque.

"I don't know what to choose," I said in total honesty, and she smiled.

"Well, you can pick from any of my two favorite B's, which are Benz or Bentley!"

I knew both brands, and I also learned other big brands started with B's like the Bugatti and BMW. Okay, I needed to focus, Benz or Bentley? I wished I knew what the differences were. Finally, I just thought, what the hell! So long as it moves.

"Bentley, I guess," I said.

"Good choice!" Jace said.

"I was hoping that you would go for the Benz. Why did you choose Bentley, though?" Hermione said.

Okay, so there I was sitting and wishing we could have a normal conversation. What was she going to ask next? What brand of Bentley did I want?! Oh, come on, for pit sake, I am not the type raised in luxury.

I shrugged and replied, "Well, I was trying to avoid popularity."

"I agree! Bentley is less commonly driven compared to Benz!" Hermione goes again. Well, I was glad I did not make the comparison myself.

"Thank you," I whispered, unsure.

"Brielle come sit with me," Jace said, and I got up and went to him.

Now, Ona's analogy of how I acted like a dog and Jace as my master made more sense. He only had to say a thing, and I jumped into action. Part of me began to wonder if I was sure I did not truly like being dominated. Maybe I was looking for someone to tell me it was okay all along. Hera had shocked me by saying many girls would want to be slaves to a hot billionaire, herself included in that list.

"Alright, so Brielle, we will catch up in the morning because I will be leaving now to spend the night at the hotel. Do have a lovely time with my brother."

There was no way this was a setup. She was leaving us to be together. I wanted to protest, but the smell of Jace's powerful cologne and the fact that his sister was practically sacrificing for us to have alone time made me stay out.

"Alright, see you tomorrow, Hermione!"

The moment she had gone, I immediately jumped away from the seat to go over to the opposite one. Jace scoffed outwardly. I noticed for the first time the box of orange juice. Why orange juice? I wondered.

"So, Brielle, I guess you're spending the night with me, huh?" Jace asked, smirking wickedly at me. My toes curled.

"I guess," I whispered. The slut in me, if there was any, was starting to come alive.

"Well, I guess what they say is true. It sure comes alive at night!" Jace said, taking the orange juice box and popping it open with a straw.

"What?" I asked, sounding incredulous. He was acting cocky.

"Nothing, just a phrase!" he replied.

I thought I would look it up later on the internet and see what he meant. In the meantime, I watched him drink his orange juice. Was it just me, or had he changed overnight or something? I could not place what I was feeling, but I felt off various levels.

"Why are you drinking that?" I asked.

"You finally asked; the doctor said I have low sugar levels. So are you done being mad at me?"

I did not know. Was I? I guess it was over anyway. Gosh, my pussy was wet, and I was not even sure about the cause. He was sitting far from me and biting his lower lips. I bet if he came to me right now, I would melt.

"I'm not mad at you anymore!" I said, pressing my legs together.

"Alright, thank you," he said. "I'll be in the shower. Come up to the bedroom Brielle."

I watched him climb up, and I admired his buttocks. His trousers hung a bit low from his waist. The way his sweatshirt clung to his body and accentuated his frame made me think erotic thoughts.

Something was going to go wrong if I went into the bedroom. By something, I meant uncannily wrong. If he whipped me tonight, I was pretty sure I would enjoy it. If I were hogtied and fucked I would scream so hard. If he gagged me, then nobody would hear my plea or scream.

'Daddy, please! Yes, daddy!' I will say to Jace, but everything will be muffled. I thought.

Damn, what was wrong with me? I immediately felt like I needed to be cleansed. Purposely I waited for a very long time before attempting to leave the living room.