Chapter 11

He wasn't kidding! And what a perfect timing to choose to appear when Greta has left the apartment.

I stand dumb struck as I stare at his offending figure looming over me. His dark hair clings on his face from the rain. His dark blue eyes leer at mine in a cold calculated look. Then, as if I've invited him in, he makes his way into the apartment.

"Why aren't you at work?" He swiftly asks with a cold tone that tells me of his anger.

It's been a full day since I last ran away from his office when he kissed me. That offending kiss that left pungent cigarette taste in my mouth. I shiver coldly.

"I meant what I said, I'd never work for you." My anger flares immediately.

I mean who the hell did he actually think he is to think he can dictate everything?

"And I meant what I said, I will come dragging you there." He glares.

I glare at him back and for a moment my eighteen year old rebellious teenage hormones want to dare him to.

But I know he will actually do it and so I keep my mouth shut.

"Why are you so intent to have me working for you?"

"Do you serious want me to answer that?" He arches an eyebrow.

I frown, waiting for him to continue.

He shakes his head as if in disbelief. "Well for starters it can actually help you get money to pay her off and--"

"I don't need your help or your money." I cut him off mid sentence.

He glowers at me as if I'm out of my mind, then he does something unexpected.

He curses, "Stupid stubborn kid," he mutters angrily as he searches in his pockets for something.

He takes out a pack of cigarette but before he can light one up, I spring into motion; I haul the pack away from his hands and throw it out across the unclosed door.

"What the fûck!" He bellows.

"If you're going to smoke then take it outside and while you're at it, leave this fucking building." I'm surprised at my outburst.

Instead of him glaring at me and giving me his piece of mind at what I just did, he does something I completely don't expect.

He laughs.

His musical chuckle fills out the whole apartment and I catch genuine amusement in his eyes. But for some reason this makes me even angrier.

When his laugh dies out, he says in a somewhat serious tone.

"I tried to reasonable with you, but you leave me with no choice."

Suddenly he scoops me up by my thighs and hauls me onto his shoulders. I let out a frantic squeal as the impact takes me completely by surprise.

"Let me go!" I scream as I squirm away from his hold, trashing my legs just so he can let me go, but his grip is firm and tight and he doesn't seem to budge.

My face is upside down staring at his offending back and I contemplate punching him but I know whatever fitful trash I manage won't result in any impact.

He strides outside the apartment and kicks the door shut. He continues walking swiftly down the few steps as if my weight is nothing but a sack of feathers to him.

"Put me down!" I howl, trying my best not to let the panic that's slowly seizing fully attack me.

He ignores me as he walks to the pedestrian and stops next to a sleek black car and from upside down I can tell it's an expensive make.

He shifts my weight to one hand as his others dig in his pocket for keys.

"This is ridiculous I'm not a two year old! Put me down!"

"Scream all you want but it's not gonna happen."

"If you intend to drag me to your restaurant without any shoes on my feet then what will the customers say?" I try to calm myself.

"Your feet are least of my concern." He simply takes out his keys and unlocks his car.

You must trust him. My inner voice conjectures. You must trust him to let him keep this up.

"If I put you down, you won't ru--"

"Matthew?" A voice behind us interrupts him...not just any voice.

He freezes, in fact we both freeze.

"Matt? What are you doing?" I recognize Jeremy's voice instantly. From upside down my heart lurches at his voice.

In a few strides Jeremy is right before us. "What are you doing to her?" This time his anger goes unnoticed.

So Matthew is his name? What a way to find out! Thinks my sarcastic side.

Matthew unceremoniously puts me down and I slide off his shoulders and fall crouching on the ground.

Jeremy is quick to react as he pulls me up and immediately draws me into his arms. I'm too weak to pull back and my senses are now hyperaware of his bodily warmth so I simply melt in his arms.

"What were you doing?" Jeremy asks Matthew.

I move to stand beside Jeremy and his arm is on my waist in a possessive gesture.

Then the whole thing suddenly dawns on me. They know each other?

"What are you doing here, Jerry?" Matthew frowns at him, specifically on his arms which are around me.

His condescending blue eyes travel to mine and I look away instantly.

"I asked you first." Jeremy glares. "And why were you treating her like that!"

Then as if realizing, "Shit, Leyla are you okay? What did he do to you?" Jeremy turns to me, taking my face in both of his hands.

My heart lurches at his touch, heat transcending on my skin and a deep ache in my abdomen tells me of how much his touch affects me.

"Let go off her." Matthew grasps my arms in an effort to pull me away from Jeremy.

"Don't touch her!" Jeremy hisses as he pulls me behind him and he glowers Matthew with his jaw clenching and fury printed in his eyes. They're the same height and the tension that's between them is ice cold.

Matthew's eyes are in slits as he frowns at Jeremy and for that moment my brain wonders how they possible know each other.

"I see you still haven't let go of the Cassie incident." Matthew rudely smirks at him.

Wait, the Cassie incident? Does that mean--

"This has nothing to do with Cassie. Brother." I can feel Jeremy tense beside me.

That's his brother!? I practically grow cold from inside.

"Or isn't it? Then why are you here specifically, you must've have followed me. How else will you know her?" Matthew points at me.

"What are you talking about?"

"Leyla." Matthew states my name. "How do you know her?"

"How do you?"

For a moment they glare at each other as if having some sort of unspoken conversation.

Then Mathew's demeanour changes as he shifts his glare towards me.

"You know what I couldn't care less, she's a wh0re anyway." He leers with a twitch from the corner of his lip.

I snap. I ball my fist up and in a few strides I'm before him ready to return his unforgivable behaviour with a punch, however Jeremy swiftly pulls me away sending me staggering a few steps back.

Before I can even process what is happening, I watch as Jeremy draws a fist on Matthew's jaw. There's an ear-splitting crack sound from the punch filling the air.

Matthew staggers back from the contact his hand flying to his newly bruised jaw in surprise. He winces as he sees the blood on his hand and then return his glare at Jeremy.

"Don't ever use that sort of term towards her!" He bellows and I watch his form shake with anger.

"Term? Really Jeremy? Open your eyes, lil bro, and just look at her. She practically lives like one." He sneers at me.

"That's enough!" I find my voice.

"Oh, are you denying it?" He glares with absolute hatred towards me.

I glare back but before I can do anything to damage his face, which I so want. Jeremy once again reacts.

"You're a fool, Matthew! Pestering on someone that can't defend on themselves."

"She's not just a someone now, is she?" Matthew gives me disgusted look.

My blood runs cold. What the heck is his problem?

"Yes, she isn't just a someone, she's more than. She's a better person than you are." Jeremy retorts right back.

Matthew only laughs coldly. "Wow I never took you for a wh0re defender, lil bro."

"Don't push me, Matthew!"

"Are you going to punch me again? Go ahead." He offers his other cheek.

Jeremy shakes his head. "I'm not going to punch you. I'm simply going to leave you alone in your blatant misery."

Great Leyla! Just great. You're in the middle in sibling feud and you're standing there gaping at the both of them in disbelief. Fantastic! My inner voice interjects sarcastically.

I have an odd feeling that their bickering isn't because of me. From what I've collected so far, it's as if the conflict between them has always been constant.

Wait a minute, if Matthew is Jeremy's brother and they weren't on agreeing terms even before the Cassie incident, then why the hell did Jeremy take her on a date specifically in Matthew's restaurant?

I watch Matthew sneer at his brother before Jeremy takes me by his arms and pulls me away.

The last glimpse from Matthew is when he is staring at our departing figures with pure utter aversion; his expression is as if he has swallowed something unpleasant.

Jeremy tugs on my elbow as he leads me across the street to his Audi, which is parked on a corner of a building. I don't think of anything as I let him.

Before he opens the passenger door for me, Jeremy yanks me into his open arms and I can't do anything but succumb to him.

"Leyla? Did he hurt you before did he--?" His voice seems strained. As if he's dreading the worst.

I shake my ahead still unable to find my voice, "No," I whisper.

He releases me from the hug but his hands remain on my shoulders as he looks down at me in confusion... or is it concern?

"Then what was he doing hauling you in his shoulders like that?" His tone is calculated.

I shake my head. "It wasn't like that."

Why are you defending him? The guy practically called you a living, breathing, smelling whôre!

He frowns at me but before he can say anything more I continue.

"He was trying to get me to work for him." I tell him because that is a simply explanation I can give towards Matthew's actions, although they were childish and uncalled for.

"Work for him?" Jeremy looks horrified as he scowls at me.

I shrink under his glare, feeling the intimidation once again.

"Tell me exactly how did you two meet?" He drops his arms that were holding my shoulders and immediately I feel stripped of his bodily warmth.

It's out of pure intimidation that leads me to explain exactly to him how I found him in Greta's apartment and then again at his restaurant when I'd been job hunting.

After telling him this, he simply closes his eyes in a strained anger and when he opens them again, I feel as if I'm being swallowed whole by the intensity of them.

He sighs, "You shouldn't be looking for a job, Leyla."

I scowl at him. "I might not have been clear, before but I remember mentioning it to you how I am at disadvantage."

My rage surprises both of us.

He scowls back. "Well if you weren't so stubborn and just let me help you, then you wouldn't be in this situation." He shoots right back.

Here we are, both seizing each other with our glares, however within seconds, that same electric pull between us stems and our scowling shift into heated gazes. Before I know it, Jeremy is before me within a breath.

He grabs my face and pulls me hard toward him. Before I can even catch my breath, my lips are drawn to his in a passionate kiss.

The flame explodes within me like a rocket. My immediate response is to close my hands on his neck and pull him closer to me as possible. My fingers thread to the familiarity that is his neck hair, they fist upon his silky locks and yank.

He moans in response before pushing me backwards to the side door of his car, initiating my moan. With the part of my mouth, he plunges his tongue inside and our tongues dance together in a game of seduction.

Inside, my heart is hammering in an intangible beat whilst my blood runs wild to the release of my nerve endings.

I want him, now.

His hands move from my face and roams down to my waist as he yanks me closer.

"Oh God!" I catch my breath when his lips releases me and begins the torture of nipping my line of jaw, tailing downward toward my neck. One of his hand grasp my inner thigh and places it around his waist.

Instantly, I feel the bulge of his erection digging below my pelvic bone.

I'm already convulsing with need in my panties and knowing that he wants me just the same, deepens that ache.

"I want you." He kisses me behind my ear and then presses his arousal deeper in as a way of demonstrating how much he does.

"I want you too!" I groan in response.

One of his hands moves to my breast and starts kneading at it. I tense the leg that is at his waist effectively pushing myself to him.

He moans at that and then launches his mouth against mine again.

"Seriously, I could take you here and now, but I don't think the people passing by would appreciate that." He growls softly.

He dips one of his hands into the sweatpants I'm wearing and his hand finds my panties.

I squirm and shiver when he cups me and his hand begins the motion of stroking me through the lace, making me even wetter than I already was.

I gasp unexpectedly when he slides his hand through my panties so that his warm fingers contact with my heated flesh.

Oh god, those fingers!

"Jesus, Leyla you're dripping wet." He hisses on my neck.

I groan as he palms my throbbing clit whilst his middle finger and index finger strokes the folds of my flesh. The sensation renders me speechless and I find my breathing rate palpitating.

"Oh, Please." I beg.

I want him; all thought and reason have all been shred to pieces only to be replaced by this undeniable need for him.

"I know, baby." His breathing is strained.

"I want you too, Leyla, but not here."

And at this declaration he draws his hands along with himself away from me and leaves me hanging.

I scowl at him. Right now my hormones have taken over my mood and all I can think about is him being inside me. He has deprived me of that!

He smirks at my reaction. "Frustrating, isn't it?"

I arch an eyebrow.

"Being stripped of something you want so badly." He explains.

I stare up at him in confusion. "That's what you did to me Leyla when you walked out on me."

I gasp as realization dawns.

"You've instilled a longing in me, a need that can only be met by you." He tells me as if, reading my mind.

"But I thought Cassie--" I begin but I stop when glowers at me.

"Cassie? Cassie is the past Leyla, she's nothing to me anymore." He scowls at me, his tone breaming with anger.

"Then why were you on a date with her?" I scowl back.

"It wasn't a date. I told you it's complicated." He dominates in a calculated tone.

I cower at his tone and frown at the ground. Don't push him Leyla.

He sighs when he sees my reaction, "Leyla, I'm not with her, if that's what you think. I don't want her, I don't want anyone but you." He tilts my chin up to stare at him.

His fingers leave a tingle on my chin and one of his finger strokes my swollen lips.

"Come with me." He says taking hand.

"Okay." I answer without any restrictions.

I let him guide me into his car as he opens the passenger door for me. He is in the driver's seat minutes later. He starts the engine and then drives us away from the dark building, away from the Greta's apartment and the misery of the whole place.

I sit in his car with awaiting anticipation to where he will take me.

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*Gasp gasp gasp* They're BROTHERS?! Before you assault me with your comments, I did not intend for this to happen...Hah that's a lie jokes, I planned this from the beginning *wink*

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