41. Sorry not Sorry

**41. Sorry not Sorry**

AHHHHH!!!!

A screech pulls out of him and I push the duplicate Ceasar’s hand off my waist, screaming loudly like a dying cat.

Grey eyes jolt open and I yell at the half-gayish brother. “What the hell are you doing here, Cason?”

A frown climbs up on his wolfish face as he stares at me with irritable eyes, like I am a pizza with pineapple on it.

Audacity of his dick!

To touch a sleeping chick.

And now glaring at me hotly,

As if I pinched his stupid pee-pee!

With a flick, he holds my wrist in his one large hand and hovers above me in a show of dominance.

My body presses into the soft mattress with his weight on me and a deep gasp escapes my lips, which sounded like a pleasurable moan.

*”Ah!”* My skin hums with his heat, as if my body has a mind of its own.

“Why the fuck did you think I am Cason?” The man above me grunts deeply.

The way his eyes darkens at me with fire, the familiarity of those flames takes me back to the moment in the kitchen, right before he claimed my lips.

“Tell me, Joycelyn.” His grip on my wrist tightens as he growls at me wildly.

A shiver runs down through me as I realize I made a mistake in recognising the right brother. *He ain’t that lusting porn star I thought he was!*

“I-I just thought.. I.” My heart pounds as I struggle for air under his towering presence. His demeanor is like a predator who is ready to pounce on me.

“I mean, you used to have a little beard before and when I saw you next to me, it was gone. For a moment, I thought you were Cason.” I feel breathless and my words come out in a desperate gasp, like a fish out of water.

The grey in his eyes riot violently as he leans down to my face and whispers in a menacing growl, “Even if I hadn’t shaved, why the hell my brother would be lying next to my wife in my bed on my private jet in an intimate way?”

My throat dries as I feel his hot breath on my face, heavy with anger and dominance. He looks dangerous, like a man with homicide on his mind and I think I just peed a little.

“I-um, I..” I feel lost for words with our closeness. I feel drunk in his aftershave scent, with the heat of his touch, intensity of his gaze and warmth of breath, which leaves me intoxicated and burns me along with his anger.

“Get this one thing straight, Joycelyn.”

My body feels sensation crawling under my skin as I look into his eyes. His intense gaze bores into me with an unnerving possessiveness, like a psycho on loose.

“You are my wife. Though not by choice, but you are mine. And this baby inside you is also mine.” His words laced with a dark and dangerous edge, which sends chills down my spine.

My body trembles with desire,

His every move sets me on fire.

His possessive touch makes me weak,

My heart skips a beat and I can barely speak.

“So do not forget who is your husband and whose bed you need to be on.”

I sense a fiery rage building up inside me, and I realize it wasn’t just heartburn from that spicy chicken. *It is anger.*

“No. Do not think I am yours when you go sleep with some other bitch!” I spat at him fiercely. The level of double standard this man has would even surpass Kardashians who cry for getting too much attention.

I hear the clenching of his jaw, hard. His face darkens as he pushes his weight on me and my throat ends up making a sound which sounds similar to a suppressed moan.

“Even if I go fuck a hundred cunts, you are still mine.”

My heart pounds violently in my chest and I take rapid breaths of his aftershave scent. Each beat of my heart feels like a ticking time bomb, counting down to the explosive moment when our bodies will collide.

“Don’t forget I bought you and that baby for a million.” He reminds me in his executive voice.

A feel a sharp sting in my chest as his heartless words seep deep within me, causing to clench my heart painfully.

That’s what I am to him. A legal deal for him to save his billion dollars reputation and preserve his aristocratic nose. My mind races with a thousand thoughts, each one more painful than the last.

“That pussy and womb, both are mine.” He tells me with an authority that shakes my existence.

I bite back my tears, refusing to show any sign of weakness as I stare into his cold and calculative gaze. His eyes speak volumes, revealing a man who believes he can get anything and everything in the world with his money and power.

I grit my teeth in frustration, feeling the weight of his strength and influence bearing down on me. But I refuse to let him bend me.

Suddenly, an announcement blares through the jet, signaling our arrival to Vegas.

“Freshen up and come out. We are about to land.”

Ceasar orders me and rises from the bed. He quietly strides away, leaving the lingering effect of his forceful grip, possessive touch and the scent of his manliness behind.

Ten minutes later, I set foot on the ground of Las Vegas. Unlike my previous experience, this time my back doesn’t hurt, instead I feel fresh with a wounded heart.

I look at Millan’s private jet, something I won’t ever be able to step on again, at least in this life. The sheer luxury and power this man holds could even blind Batman.

Ceasar gets into the car while talking on the phone, while Cason waits for me patiently. When I finally make my way over, he opens the door for me and smirks, “Ma-damn.. Please.”

I roll my eyes as his sudden shift from naughty to nice. One minute he is ready to spank me and the next, he is playing the perfect gentleman. His behaviour is enough to give a girl whiplash!

But I play along to his phony chivalry and hop in the car with a smile.

Ceasar narrows his eyes at my blushing face as I sit beside him. But this time I don’t give a shit and let my cheeks flush with the colour that triggers a bull.

“Thank you, Cason.” I smile in return as I watch my fake husband’s face decay with jealousy. He might have bought my womb, but he can’t put a price on my heart.

“Anytime, love.” Cason purrs as he takes his place in the front passenger seat, getting a death glare from his brother.

A dark creepy aura emanates from Ceasar and I suppress a chuckle in my throat. Sorry not sorry, hubby, but you don’t owe me just because we are married. As the old saying goes..

If you’re feeling vengeful, here’s a trick:

To make him jealous, fast and quick..

Just find a new flame, bright and hot,

Then watch him sizzle in the pot!