Four Brothers and a Bride

Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Chapter 10

DEMI

I smiled when I felt the dip in the bed. Seconds later, his manly smell engulfed me. The heat from his body caressed my back. Draping his arm across my body, he pulled me closer to his naked chest. Smiling, I turned to stare into his cobalt blue eyes. My fingers streaked over the angles of his pretty face, traced his biceps. With a mischievous smile, he slipped off the thins straps of my night shirt and pulled it all the way down. Then he proceeded to cup my breasts. They weighed gloriously in his palms. A soft moan escaped my quivering lips when his tongue fastened on my hardened nipples, sucking. My body raged with unbridled passion.

"Ash" I moaned, shuddering with delight.

He nibbled my ear and nuzzled my pulsating throat. "SAY MY NAME."

'Ash."

His eyes were dark and feral when he looked at me. In a flash, he vaulted my hips, splayed my legs apart and positioned himself between my wet center. His lips brushed teasingly over my lips, fogging my brain.

"SAY MY FULL NAME."

Twining my arms around his neck, I stared into the gorgeous face of the man who was numbing my senses.

"I..."

Why couldn't I recall? Which brother was on top of me right now?

A bright light suddenly washes into the dim room. I squint awake at the sound of hurried movement. Ashely is standing by the window, fiddling with the remote as he watches the curtains parting. His face is bland when he glances at me.

"What are you doing? It's barely 7am." Why is he in my room anyway?

"Ha. I'm impressed you know the time. Care to rejoin society?" He tosses the remote aside. I pull the duvet over my head and try to go back to sleep but suddenly, it is wrenched from my grasp. I stare wide-eyed at Ashely who also tosses the duvet to the floor and stands with hands in his pocket.

"Breakfast. Downstairs. Ten minutes," He reels out curtly.

I can't believe how rude he is being right now. He has barely comforted me since the whole spinsters in Danvarr have been trolling me online for two days now. I guess he is enjoying the attention he and Nicola have been getting. I throw a pillow at him and grit my teeth when I miss.

"Get out of my room Ashely."

He turns to me after catching the pillow. His outfit looks hurriedly put together and visibly lacks his usual 'extra' touch. How am I even noticing this while my head is steaming with anger over his blatant rudeness.

To my utter shock, he throws the pillow back at me.

by the

of dignity. I guess we are thinking the same thing right now. Why is it okay for Ashely to see me in my sheer nightdress when

shuts the door behind him. I bury my face in my hands and muffle a scream. Why the hell did he come to wake

room for breakfast. The brothers are all seated. As far as their fashion sense is concerned, they're as different as day and night. Asher seldom strays from his bespoke suit and tie. Ashton is in a long-term relationship with leather jackets and pants. Black seems to be the only color that appeals to him. With

empty chair next to Ashely and sit down. Mr. Rollins barely spares me a glance when I say a greeting. Mrs. Rollins fixes my plate with

join us again, Demi."

The men at the table quirk a brow at my direction. Mother smiles and winks at me. Mr. Rollins let's his mouth curve in a

wetting your pillow over the lousy comments made about you online. I'll have you know that such weakness is not expected of a member of this household and would not be tolerated in the future. In this family,

swallow hard. "I understand, Mr.

as a rock as he returns to

all blow over soon and something else will take their attention off you. In the meantime, you're going to need a makeover. Ashely has everything

the brothers, I can't help but sense some kind of tension between them. What did

in his face, watching the stock market reports while his food is mostly untouched. With deft strokes on his iPad, he pulls up accounts and studies them. Ashely eats at a normal pace, only that his phone endlessly vibrates. When he glances at the caller, he ignores it and sets it down on the table. I hate the quick tug of jealousy I feel just thinking Nicola is on the other end of the line. Is he refusing her

a hard time figuring out. Little flicks of fear always twine my gut whenever I meet the cold pools of his eyes. His eyes, they usually look at me in a way that makes my skin tingle with fear and my thigh muscles sing with lust at the same time. I avert my gaze from Ashton

follow Ashely

wearing to work?" He asks, giving my cropped white shirt, jeans and

Oh" I am glad he wants me to work with him but I don't think I am up for it anymore. "Right. I-I

impatiently at me and takes off his amber tinted glasses. Silver winks along the shell of his ear as he inclines his head. "About

as I collect my thoughts. "I-I am incredibly grateful for your consideration but I don't think I can cope in the fashion business. I know next to nothing about fashion icons or styling. I think it will be

to the front steps where I am standing. We are toe to toe now. He removes his glasses and those powerful blue eyes

this really about your competence or about the incident

"Both?"

had to go through that. Being bashed online is almost a norm around here. We make the news for ugly reasons more often than good ones. My family has grown numb to online trolling. I was genuinely surprised you shut

owe me any

my ex." He sighs. "Nicola and I are through. Our relationship is strictly professional now; I

any supermodel of your choice. Why does it have to be your ex? I query him in my mind but

to leave when he utters some shocking

"Say my name."

images of my sexual dream cause a deep blush to seep into

ignoring a quick

Ash around here and you can't tell them apart. You wouldn't like the awkwardness of name clashes,

deeply. "Thank

is off the table. The wardrobe makeover is still on though. There's no getting out of that one." He jumps in, ignites the engine and

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