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."

FUCKING $400 SHIRT. I HAVE TONS OF IT IN DIFFERENT COLORS. I DON’T

shock

who this person is but I don’t like her. I don’t need you pretending to be everything I ever wanted. That’s not

empty husk with bouncy books and a good backside. That was not the Olivia I fell in love

a glimmer of tears in her eyes. "How much more should I change myself for you? Tell

keys from a tray close to the door. Before heading out, I glanced back at her, a quick sweep of that beautiful, sculptured

want you to love me as Ashal Rollins, while being your authentic self, I reply in my

Liv. Good bye."

out of my

"Are you alright?"

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

up? You shouldn’t be reading

it every time I go online. People are ruthless and I get tagged

the deal though? Your mystery girl wants to remain mysterious or is

my sister-in-law’s party.

"You don’t like her?"

now. I love her no doubt but right

get yourself a girl you like. 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

is that supposed to mean?" I

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,

"Whatever man."

qualities in particular? Tell me what they are

the side, Elyon?

with varying classes and

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 fail to guess right is my name as I

her to be like; career, height, hair color, size, interests, you name it and my sisters will get you someone very nice to have drinks with later

"Today?"

of

very private, okay? I don’t want anyone taking pictures

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 reminds me

fallen for her at first sight. To

celebrates with Champagne for a new milestone achieved. I step up in front

project till we hit our numbers. HQ will be calling soon to congratulate our team heads but I want the rest of

hoots and

you once again,

staff. I drain my drink in one gulp as Elyon plows his way through walls of limbs to meet me. He tops off my glass

We both gulp

over. I can hold my liquor pretty well

Casa Hotel private bar

You said tonight.

"Bro, it’s four thirty. Work ends in thirty minutes. What are you on? Get out of here and Ashal," he calls to me as I

my brow. "What do you

chance to meet both ladies before making a choice so...I might have scheduled the second date for two hours after the first, at

even have the time to be mad at him. I jab a finger at him. "You better be right about

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

the VVIP 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

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

I

Maddie?

***

to flatten myself by the door when Maddie’s eyes pivot towards my direction. She’s probably running out of patience with her mysterious

call Elyon and give him a piece of my mind but just as his voice sails through,

"Ashal? You there?"

and blow a frustrated breath. Seeing Maddie is honestly shocking only 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

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

me to inquire about my failed blind date with the