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."

SHIRT. I HAVE TONS OF IT IN DIFFERENT COLORS. I DON’T NEED YOU TO STITCH ANYTHING FOR

go wide with shock at my outburst.

fucking robot, Liv. I don’t know who this person is but I don’t like her. I don’t need you pretending to be everything I ever

too. She was an empty husk with bouncy books and a good backside. That was

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

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

me as Ashal Rollins, while being your authentic self, I

rest, Liv. Good bye." I

entrance into my office jerks me out of my thoughts.

"Are you alright?"

the articles about my mystery woman continue to draw comments. I frown at one. Elyon

up? You shouldn’t be

I go online. People are ruthless and I get tagged

though? Your mystery girl wants to remain mysterious or is that just

just a date to my sister-in-law’s party. It

"You don’t like her?"

of Olivia now. I love her no doubt but right now, I don’t

It can’t be that hard. 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 out there and go for it. If Ashley can get married,

supposed to mean?" I

one of them but then he got married and he appears to be doing a good job so far because his wife hasn’t left him yet. I can’t think of a reason why a decent, hardworking and

"Whatever man."

looking for any qualities in particular? Tell

side, Elyon? God

dates with varying classes and types of hot women before I met Lisa. Just say the word and you can be a

my 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

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

"Today?"

There are lots of women single and waiting to

okay? I don’t want anyone taking pictures

it. Make a short list of everything you’re looking for and I’ll get to work." Elyon beams at me

to date. I have Olivia but a fresh face and conversation with a woman that

of Olivia the first time I had met and fallen for her at first sight. To avoid

major sales record hours later. Everyone in the office celebrates with Champagne for a new milestone achieved. I step up in

who immersed yourself into this project till we hit our numbers. HQ will be calling soon to congratulate our team heads but I want the rest of you to know that the appreciation extends to everyone. Additionally, you will be taking bonuses home at the end

and claps

again,

staff. I drain my drink in one gulp as Elyon

We both gulp down

over. I can hold my

"Work is over for you. Your date will be arriving the Grand Casa Hotel private bar in..." he flicks his wrist to check his gold wristwatch.

You said tonight. It’s still

of here and Ashal,"

my brow. "What do

it was right to deprive you of a chance to meet both ladies before making a choice so...I might have scheduled

I jab a finger at him. "You better

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 father. They can’t be bothered. Today, I am glad I inculcated that habit as it saves me a considerable

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

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

her face, I immediately recognize

Maddie?

***

to flatten myself by the door when Maddie’s eyes pivot towards

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 doesn’t know anything about my secret

"Ashal? You there?"

be friends with Maddie. However, I can

hear the clack of heels coming down the hallway, I know it’s her. I duck behind a wall and silently watch her leave

ten minutes, Elyon calls me to inquire about my failed