Page 17 of Keeper

Both of them look at me with annoyed expressions. “No games today, Draven. You have to start taking an interest in something,” father chides.

I have plenty of interests, but none of them lie here. “It’s too early for this. My head is pound—”

“It is 1:30 in the afternoon,” he hisses, walking over like he’s about to slap me the way he used to when I was young, but he seems to think better of it. “How late were you out last night?”

Good thing too, I’m really not in the mood to embarrass him the way I did the last time he attempted to put hands on me or Alex. “Not that late actually, probably got home around five. I was still hungover from New Year’s so I called it an early night. Is this really why you called me here?”

“No, I called you here because over the coming weeks, you’ll need to take on more of your brother’s responsibilities. That means less ecstasy-riddled orgies and more time acting like an adult.”

Sounds lame as fuck, but he can’t tell me what to do once the sun goes down. That’s when he turns into a gremlin. “You’d be surprised at how much I can actually get done when I’m rolling. Made three girls squirt in a row with just my pinky last night.”

I’m lying, but I’ll say anything to make the asshole mad.

“At least you’ve accomplished something,” he mutters.

Alex clears his throat before I can go into all the fake dirty details. “Can I ask why? Have I failed you?”

“Yes,” Father says simply. “The staff tells me that in the week Miss Harbough has been here, you haven’t spent more than two hours with her. She’s your future, Alexander.Ourfuture.”

“Wait, you haven’t hit that?”

I know the answer and I also know why, but he isn’t one to lag on father’s orders. I was always convinced he’d stick his dick in a horse if he was commanded to.

“Forgive me for wanting to get to know her first. I don’t have the skill to make a woman squirt with only a pinky, so some of us have to lay a little groundwork.”

Scathing tone aside, there’s some truth there. Father hears it too. “But you’re not laying groundwork. You’re ignoring her, and ignoring your duty.”

“No, I — we went on a walk just the other day and talked about her interests.” He’s panicking. I can see it on his face, so as much as I find his squirming entertaining, I decide to help.

“I get it.” They both turn toward me again, making me wish I’d kept my mouth shut. “She’s been pawned off twice now to dudes and the last one used her like a fuck doll. Alexander is trying to be different for her so she’s more comfortable. He’ll rock her world soon enough.”

Every magic eight ball ever would saynot likelyright now, but whatever, I did my brotherly duty for the day. Or maybe I should just fuck his fiancé for him too? The thought alone has me picturing it even though I’ve been trying hard not to, but because I know what that pretty little mouth can do, I can’t help but to want to know more. I wonder if she’s thought about it too.

“He’s right. If you want me to marry her, start a family with her, I need to give her time to adjust. I’m prepared to ask her to be my wife when the Chief comes for dinner. Once the wedding is over, we’ll start trying to get pregnant.”

“No, you’ll start now. Today. You’ve wasted enough fucking time.”

Daddy dearest has laid down the law, whatever will the perfect son do?

Will he do his duty and fuck his betrothed while the love of his life hides away in the servants quarters? Or will he finally take his balls back from his father’s pocket?

Time will tell.

But when he swallows down all of his true feelings and nods, I find myself disgusted with him.

I’m far from a role model, but I’d never sell my soul for our father’s bullshit legacy. The devil can keep mine.

“Well, I guess that settles it. Can I go now?”

Alex looks defeated as my father waves a hand to dismiss us both, but I don’t wait for my spineless big brother to move.

I’m out of there like my ass is on fire, and I don’t have it in me to look back. He won’t get my sympathy, not right now.

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Ispend the rest ofthe day wondering if Alex had it in him to pull the trigger, and the more time that passes, I convince myself he doesn’t. He’s helplessly in love with someone he can’t have, someone beneath our father’s standards, and I’m convinced the reason they can’t stay away from each other is because it’s forbidden. Maybe that’s why I can’t stop thinking about his fiancé? It has to be.

No other woman has haunted me the way she has, made it impossible to even care to fuck someone else because all I can think about is the way she sucked my cock. The drunken, drugged out college chicks can’t blow like that evenifthey’re current students of St. Andrews, but I also have to admit it’s more than that.

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