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The next morning,my muscles ache before I even open my eyes against the sun streaming in through the window. Xavier sleeps soundly beside me, and I've got two choices here: I can stay in this sex cocoon a little longer and in the end, go back to marry Ian, which is not my choice, or I can do a little snooping, see if I can find some clue as to what my father has that Xavier needs so bad he would go to these lengths.
I lift his arm and carefully slip out from under the navy comforter, snatch his white dress shirt from the floor, and tip toe out.
The house is eerily quiet without the usual team of people moving in and out, and I have no idea when they’ll return, so I race to his office, step inside, and lock the door.
I sag against the door frame. Now what? The glossy black desk is virtually empty on top, except his large monitor and a neat stack of file folders next to it. I'll start there. My heart beats so fierce as I move behind his desk, I'm afraid it's going to wake him. As if it’s going to burn me or set off an alarm, I quickly tap a key on the keyboard and jerk my hand back. The monitor comes to life. Should've known it would need a password. Folders next. I thumb through the first, all jibberish. Second, the same. My hands shake as I grab the last folder, and I cut my eyes to the door expecting him to walk through it at any moment. I thumb through the papers and freeze.
One.
Two.
Three.
I rub my eyes to clear them. This can't be true.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
I. can't. breathe.
The thin document weighs a million pounds as I lift it from the folder and stare at the signature. Alfred DeLaurio.
Son...
Xavier DeLaurio.
Whaaaat?
I just fucked my brother.
My legs give out, and I sink into the chair and drop my head between my knees. Oh god. Oh god. Why would he not tell me? I am in love with my brother. My brother. No; it can't be.
The things I thought. Fantasized about all these years.
This is beyond warped.
How do I turn it off?
I'm sick. Sick. Sick.
I enjoyed it.
I begged for it.
And he let me.
Oh good lord.
My deep breaths do nothing to stop the hyperventilating that's happening.
All the sex. He knew.
What if I keep loving him?
“What the hell are you doing in here?” his deep voice booms.
I don't move. I can't breathe.
I'm in love with my brother.
