All Chapters of Entangled With My Soon-to-be Brother-in-law: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

With a burst of excitement, I ran up the stairs heading to my room to do a soft and quick makeup. I reminisced about all my wild thoughts I had been having, about I and Lucas as I dusted my face with some Mary-k powder and then applied a lip-gloss. Since the first day I set my eyes on him, my soul tingled. My fantasies came alive unleashing my imaginations and desires. My joy knew no bounds. Lucas just had to be the man of my dreams. He embodied the person of my dream man so well. I couldn’t shake of that feeling of accomplishment. My thoughts have been consumed by us being together. I had imagined walking down the aisle, exchanging vows and spending the rest of our lives together.Kissing his succulent lips, our bodies touching each other. Sucking my nipples and moaning softly into my ears. A rush of arousal ran down my spine, my clit twitching as I imagined being in bed with Lucas. All I needed was a night of great pleasure with him then I can finally have a grip of him

The sound of my phone ringing jarred me out of sleep. I shrugged out of bed, reaching for my phone to see who the caller was. Seeing that it was my secretary calling, I pushed the phone aside hoping to catch a few more hours of rest. But the call was persistent, interrupting my sound sleep. I had told my secretary the previous night that I won’t be back at the office until the next two days. I had attended to all pending requests and approval and told her to sort the rest in my absence.The thoughts of Emilia getting married to Lucas had kept me awake all night and I just finally fell asleep a few hours before the call came in. I had warned her if I didn’t pick her calls after calling twice then she should send a mail. The fact that the call was persistent, it means it must be urgent because her job would be on the line if it isn’t . I finally reached for my phone from the bed side drawer, shrugging off the remnants of sleep I had left.“Good morning Mr. Ethan, I’m so sorry

“I can’t even deal with this now” I uttered as I scurried out, leaving Ashley and her mother in the kitchen. “I just can’t” I further muttered to myself, trying to ward off the image of Ashley’s sultry look. But it lingered persistently in my heart, haunting after my soul.Ashley’s seductive eyes held me hypnotized, sending a gush of desire through my nerves. Hmmn, I silently moaned, my dick getting hard, betraying my decision. Her accentuated, full, scarlet lips were so inviting, any man would yearn to kiss them. Her fitted, sweetheart, neckline top that hugged her boobs, making her nipples so transparent as she leaned against me, tickled my soul. Despite my attempt to shove her off me, she stayed persistent, aiming at what she wanted. A determined girl I must say. I thought inwardly, gently rubbing my cock.Only if I met her before this chaos. I would have her in my bed the very instance, fucking the hell out of her clit till she begs for her life.I was completely over

I sighed in victory. “Finally, I have him hooked. I have looked forward to a day like this, since the day I first set my eyes on Lucas. He’s the most sexy being I have ever seen. I knew I was always going to get him finally to lay in bed with me. I mean, I always get what I want, and Lucas is in no exception. It was just a matter of time. His body is mine, not for anyone else and my body is his, surrendered fully to his pleasure and command. My body had melted under the intensity of his orgasm. A wave of satisfaction swept me off my feet, seeing that I made him cum. The sight of Lucas’s naked body at the bathroom door made my body shiver in excitement. None of my ex’s came close to how he made me feel. Lucas walked slowly to his wardrobe, making me wonder what he was up to. I thought we would continue from where we stopped. Why was he going to get his clothes on? Disappointment and frustration etched my face. My pussy was already fucking dripping from its juice, waiti

“This is why I never let my emotions get mixed with pleasure. I just sleep with them and move on”. I grudgingly muttered slamming Emilia’s door in fury.My face was red with rage. A whiff of betrayal blew over me. I felt like I had been played. I mean, how can a Playboy get played? I let my guards down. Curiosity got the best of me, trying to uncover the layers that there was to Emilia. She’s my One-night stand for goodness sake.One-night stands are meant to be flung away. They’re of no use, no value. I had defaulted by breaking the Playboy 101 rule. No matter how good she was in bed, she remains a One-night stand. You never reach out to her or try to get close to her. No sharing of contacts. No disclosure of identities. Just sex and she’s flung away. I let one night of pleasure get the best of me, blinding my reasoning when all that women have to offer is heartbreak.I thought it meant something to her. I thought she felt the same way. I could feel the pure and strong conne