A Slave To My Foster Brother

I storm into Liam Collins’ luxurious office. And guess what? I find him smooching with his half-naked blonde secretary Elsa, sitting across his lap and winding her vine-like arms around his neck.

The goddamn womanizing bastard!

“Ava Reed, what the fuck?” he angrily snaps, whirling his head in my direction. He pushes his secretary away from him and the latter scurries away like someone’s after her from the depths of hell.

I catch a glimpse of her red face before she slams the door close.

Liam steps closer to me, towering me with flaring nostrils and hands on his hips. Well, he must be so aroused right now judging by the bulk of his frontal area, and he doesn’t know now how to relieve his raging desire, thus his fury.

Obviously.

But the hell I care of his blue balls curse!

His short dark brown hair is a bit messy, and his gray eyes are darker than usual. Perhaps it is because of his desire, frustration and anger. He clenches his square jaw while staring at me as if he is going to devour me anytime soon. He does not even care that his white long-sleeved shirt is half open, which shows a delicious-looking sinewy chest, which I’m trying to ignore. So, so bad. With difficulty, that is.

“What do you want, my ugly skinny little sister?” he mocks, at last.

I always hate it when he says it, and he knows it. We’re not even blood-related! His father, Noah, has taken me into his family when my parents got killed, or rather murdered, in cold blood when I was just ten. He and my parents have been friends before I was even born.

Liam is five years older than me. He’s now thirty. He has been the apple of his father’s eye until I entered their lives. Noah adores me like his own daughter. That’s why this fucking bastard hates my guts—my very existence in his life. On the other hand, I am simply loved and adored by his four older brothers Aiden, Mike, Kirk and Ace.

I reach out for a tissue from the box on his table and shove it into his mouth. Startled, he gets what I mean though. He wipes his mouth with it, taking away Elsa’s lipstick from his lips. I so hate red lipsticks!

“How dare you make Stella leave my house?” I confront him, waving in front of his face a note. I am referring to my kind and loyal Mexican housekeeper. “You have no right!” I stomp my foot.

He throws his back as he laughs. The nerve! I shoot him daggers with eyes.

“Oh, poor Stella, eh?” He continues to mock me. There’s no sympathy in his eyes, clearly.

“Why did you do that? I can’t even contact her anymore! She has no one but me!” I say almost miserably.

I try to control my emotion. I don’t want to cry in front of this bully. I care for Stella. She is like an aunt to me. With the house full of bulls, she is like a hen that’s always there to take care of me. She’s been there for me when I first arrived at the Collins’ home. Then when I turned eighteen, I have chosen to live on my own, with her in tow, naturally.

“Then, that’s good. I just saved you from a great disappointment.” He turns around to enter his private bathroom but I follow him. He is busy trying to button up his shirt while checking his face in the mirror when I pull his arm to get his attention.

“What exactly do you mean by that?” I demand. I want to know why he’s done it.

He looks at me sharply. “If you’re so smart, go figure it out yourself!” He starts to turn away again.

However, I punch him in the shoulder. “You damn bastard!” I cry in anger.

He winces. He catches my two hands, and he pins them above my head as my back is pushed against the bathroom wall. The note falls down the floor. Before I can guess what he’s going to do next, his lips capture mine with punishing pressure. And yet, I could taste his unique minty strawberry aroma.

My eyes get round with surprise. I wriggle myself free. But he is so strong, and his hard body is grinding my soft one. I can feel his hard arousal pressed against my abdomen. After some five seconds or so, he lets go of me. Desire is clearly reflected in his stormy eyes, breath uneven.

“Next time, you’ll get more than a kiss from me, Ava,” he dangerously warns me.

I kick his shin and run away before he can catch up. He growls, and I hear his stinging curses before I managed to close the door behind me. I throw a poisoning look at Elsa as I walked past her. She lowers her eyes as though ashamed of what I witnessed a little while ago.

Damn viper!

I use the elevator to go to my office five floors below. The now shipping conglomerate, Cargo Partner International (CPI), is previously composed of Liam’s father’s company and my parents’. When Noah became my legal guardian, he has managed my parents’ company for me until eventually I am old enough to sign the papers and merge it with his company. After all, we are like a family.

Liam, even being the youngest of the five brothers, is the one voted as the new CEO when Noah retired. It’s over a year now. Meanwhile, the VP is Ace, who’s the oldest of the Collins brothers. He loses the chair as CEO to Liam for some reason. The three other brothers who don’t want to have anything to do with the family business have their own companies to manage, and I work for CPI as Site Director in the state of California.

I wonder why Liam made Stella go away, as I enter my office, which is half the size of Liam’s. I have to find her.

But then I suddenly recall his lips on mine. I am confused why he did that. That damn womanizer! I wipe my lips with the back of my hand. But I can still feel his lips on mine, tingling. It is quite distracting. And oddly, my body yearns for more. Plus, the sickening discovery is that I yearn for his body, too!

Liam’s body.

I groan in frustration and anger. Why all of a sudden? Just because of one hard kiss?