Four Brothers and a Bride

Chapter 69: Chapter 69

ASHAL

The post on billion-err regarding my mystery woman hasn’t blown over like I hoped. A lot of people have even started speculating about my sexuality.

Unlike Asher who has had exes, I haven’t really dated anyone publicly until Olivia came into my life. I see why everyone is so intrigued by the woman who managed to steal my heart.

There are threads and sub threads on different platforms dedicated to uncovering my secret girl. More articles keep popping up about speculative guesses as to who she is. Though it’s flattering to see how invested people are about my life, it’s also annoying and intrusive to have your personal life under a magnifying glass.

The only upside is that the attention on Olivia has dwindled. Olivia. She has been different lately. Whenever I come around the house, she always has a pot of something aromatic going. She has poured herself into her cooking classes to ensure she makes me all the best meals I am used to having at home. I literally don’t have to beg for her attention. She always clings to my side while I play my games or work from my office at the penthouse.

The last time I visited days ago, she set up a candlelight dinner just for the two of us. After the meal, she lured me up to her room to show me her new collections of lingerie in dangerously sexy colors of red and black.

She mentioned leaving some in my room too and that’s how she pulled me away to my room as well. Her new purchases were everywhere like she was a new girlfriend trying to put ideas into her man’s head that she was ready to move in with him.

I ran my hand over her sexy night dresses neatly arranged in my closet next to my clothes. That’s when I felt her hands crawl up my chest from behind me. She smelled so good and it felt really nice to have her do that all on her own.

"Do you have to leave tonight?" She whined like a petulant child. Her hands moved to trail up and down my torso and when her fingers snaked under my shirt to tease the buckle of my belt, my breath clogged in my throat.

"You don’t have to leave, you know. I’d love it if you spent the night with me." Her hands descended to cup me. Gently, she stroked my hard shaft. I moved away, all flushed in the face, towards the bathroom door.

"You don’t need to do this to prove anything to me." I said with my back still turned to her. My voice came out a little breathy to my chagrin. I whirled to face her and was shocked to find that she had stripped down to reveal the sexy red lingerie she had underneath her robe. My eyes raked her body ravenously, like I hadn’t had her before.

"I want this." She said, drawing closer to stroke my face. "I want you, Ashal. I don’t know how else to show you." Her eyes were almost pleading. She took my hand and guided it to her rotund ass cheeks. Her skin felt extra soft like a baby’s and slick with oil.

"Say you want me too, please." She begged, laying her head on my chest and inhaling deeply. I sniffed her fragrant hair and wrapped my arms around her too.

It felt nice. It felt really nice.

We had sex that night. I found myself watching Olivia’s face contort with every orgasm that quivered through her. She moaned loudly with every stroke, deep and shallow.

Every few minutes, she grabbed my face to ask me if I was close, if I wanted her in a different position, if I was enjoying her dirty talk or wanted her to be more aggressive. My body was enjoying everything thing she was doing to it but my mind chose to blank out her face because the emotions displayed on them didn’t feel right to me.

When we used to have sex as Olivia and Asher, Olivia glowed with a sheen of sweat. Her entire body opened up to me (as Asher). Our hearts melded and over that period, I came to know what a pure look of sexual satisfaction looked like on Olivia Dunn. It was lacking while I rode her as Ashal, no matter what I did.

Grossed out by her fake screams and moans of ecstasy, I pulled out and lay spent on the bed, trying to catch my breath. Olivia craned her neck with a hint of worry on her face.

"Is something wrong?"

I gently took her hands off my chest and headed for the bathroom, mumbling being late for an appointment. When I came out with a towel hanging on my waist, she was fully robed on the bed. Her eyes were downcast.

"You’re leaving? It’s past one am."

"I know that." I rifled through my clothes for a fresh set. The sight of her dresses grated on my nerves but I ignored them.

"Did I do something wrong?"

I didn’t know how to answer that. How was I supposed to explain to her how I knew what she was like in bed with my brother whom she loves?

"I told you, I’m late."

I couldn’t even be mad at her. I hadn’t been fully committed to the act either. I kept torturing myself with images of she and Asher and imagining them together. Like that wasn’t enough, I made comparisons of my own sexual prowess.

Was I only good enough when I was pretending to be Asher or did Olivia just respond better when she believed she was with the man she loved?

She came up to me. "Please, talk to me. If there’s something you like or didn’t like about my performance, share with me so I can continue to improve. I want to be the best for you."

Apparently, you can’t do better than a robot with your heart still elsewhere, I had thought in my head as I stared at her face. None of it was real, not the cooking or the loving looks and touches. She wasn’t allowing herself to love me. She was playing a script.

I leaned down to kiss her lips. She returned the kiss with a fierceness that irritated me yet again. Why was she quick to assume I only liked it aggressive? Did it have something to do with her perception of me as someone with my peculiar condition?

I ripped a shirt in annoyance while tugging it off a hanger.

"Ooh, it ripped. I’ll have it stitched before you return."

room and glared at Liv. "IT’S JUST A FUCKING $400 SHIRT. I HAVE TONS OF IT IN DIFFERENT COLORS. I

eyes go wide with shock

be a fucking robot, Liv. I don’t know who this person is but I don’t like her. I don’t

She was an empty husk with bouncy

of tears in her eyes. "How much more should I

I am. I finished wearing my clothes and grabbed my keys from a tray close to the door. Before heading out, I glanced back at her, a quick sweep of

as Ashal Rollins, while being your authentic self,

some rest, Liv. Good

me out of my thoughts. I didn’t even hear

"Are you alright?"

dart to the screen of my desktop where the articles about my mystery woman continue to

you have that up? You shouldn’t be

it every time I go online. People are

Your mystery girl wants to remain mysterious or is that just

date to my sister-in-law’s party. It wasn’t

"You don’t like her?"

but right now, I don’t know if I like her.

You’re Ashal Rollins. You don’t have to do with out of pressure from these useless blogs but if you want one, put yourself

is that supposed to mean?" I ask with an arched

wife hasn’t left him yet. I can’t think of a reason why a decent, hardworking and rich guy like yourself

"Whatever man."

Tell

you pimping on the side, Elyon? God knows I pay you

varying classes and types of hot women before I met

head. A blind date would mean the lady wouldn’t know it’s me from the jump. That could be interesting. I have always been recognized by most of the ladies I interact with at the club and social events I attend. The only thing they

to be like; career, height, hair color, size, interests, you name it and my sisters

"Today?"

There are lots of women single and waiting

very private, okay? I don’t

for and

really looking to date. I have Olivia but a fresh face and conversation with

for her at first sight.

a major sales record hours later. Everyone in the office celebrates with Champagne for a new milestone achieved. I step up in front of the water fountain in the reception area

I am proud of every single one of you who immersed yourself into this project till we hit our numbers. HQ will be calling soon to congratulate our team heads but I want

and claps

again, guys. Let’s

business and clink my glass with a good number of my staff. I drain my drink in one gulp

gulp down our

hold my liquor pretty well unlike some people

arriving the Grand Casa Hotel private bar

said tonight. It’s

thirty minutes. What are you on? Get out of here and Ashal," he calls to me as I begin heading for my office to

my brow. "What

perfectly and she didn’t feel it was right to deprive you of a chance to meet both ladies before making a choice so...I might have scheduled the second date for two

don’t even have the time to be mad at him. I jab a finger at him. "You better be right about this. If

drive from my office. With Ashley’s advice and help, I learnt to always keep a fresh set of clothes in my office just in case. We all do it except Ashton and

lot and hand my keys to the valet. I use the elevator to the fourth floor where my date is awaiting me at the bar. As the elevator opens and I head for the bar, I nod at Elyon’s choice. The area is quite luxurious to my standard and most importantly, the bar has been reserved for

the door. I am late by two minutes. If my date is anything like I described, she might be twitching in her seat by now at my tardiness. My hands close around the knob of the glass door but before I push it open, my eyes zero in on my date. She is in a sexy red number with sleek brown hair swept towards the right side of her neck. She plays with the umbrella on her mojito

the side of her face, I

Maddie?

***

by the door when Maddie’s eyes pivot towards my

the fuck? I rush back towards the elevator, tapping on my phone screen to call Elyon and give him a piece of my mind but just as his voice sails through, I remember he

"Ashal? You there?"

to the extent that I didn’t expect Elyon’s sisters to be friends with Maddie. However, I can totally understand why she made the cut. She’s almost identical to her sister as

down the hallway, I know it’s her. I duck behind a wall and silently watch her leave with a huge frown on her face. She must have a lot to tell Cher about the asshole that stood

calls me to inquire about