The Remorseful Brothers Novel

Walking up the driveway, I spotted the same car I had seen in the parking lot of my company a while back. It felt like a long time ago yet I could vividly remember the man’s face.

I abruptly halted in my steps as I was finally able to ta face.

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Dennis. Yes. The man was Dennis from college. He hadn’t really changed much. Only his appearance and dressing. We were neither friends nor acquaintances but I knew him. Everyone knew Dennis.

My heart shattered in my chest and I gritted my teeth as I continued my journey to the front door. How? Why does he get to be the one to end up with her?

No assumptions, I reminded myself. I would find out if what I have seen and concluded was really what it was.

The front door was ajar. Resisting the urge to walk right in, I lightly rasped my knuckles against the door. “Hello?”

There was no response so I tried again. “Hello? Anyone in?”

Silence. So I gave in to the urge and slowly pushed the door open.

As I walked into the house, I kept calling out, “Hello? Anyone home?” But I got no response back.

I stood a few feet from the door and took in the space. I swallowed as I saw a toy here and there but those couldn’t really imply that she was married, right? Suddenly, my gaze landed on a broken vase by the stairs.

My heart plummeted in my chest and I rushed forward. Was she attacked? I wondered as took a step up the stairs. Then I stopped to listen. ,ound was coming from up there. I looked up and my frown deepened. “God, is she hurt?”

“Ana?” I called out as I rushed up the stairs and followed the sound. Few feet from the room the noise emanated from, I came to a staggering halt.

Ana wasn’t in pain. She wasn’t moaning in pain. My gaze fell on the back of the man that was hovered abover he in the room that al its door ajar. She was moaning in pleasure under Dennis.

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My hands balled into fists as I gritted my teeth and backed away. I turned around, rushed down the stairs and stormed out of the house.

I banged my fists on the steering wheel several times before I rested my head on it, shaking with anger. Anger and hurt and jealousy. I fervently wished I could replace Dennis right now, take his place in Ana’s life.

But it was impossible. Ana had since moved on and nothing I did could ever change that. Not even telling her the truth. She gave me the signs, I should’ve taken the hint and not hope for what could never be.

There was nothing left for me in Ana’s life anymore. I should step out of her life and let her live in harmony with her family. It was time to let go.

Swallowing, I picked up my phone from where I had flung it and dialed a number.

He picked up immediately. “Hey, man, I’ve been waiting for your call. What’s the update? Has she agreed to see me?”

I sighed, hit the back of my head a couple of times on the car’s seat. I closed my eyes. “There’s no need anymore, Martin. It’s all settled now.” There was a pause then, “Are you sure, man? Is there a problem?”

I glanced over at the house. “Nah, it’s all good.”

Okay,” he said, hesitant. “I’m glad you guys are good now.”

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Yeah. Things are good for her. I’m not sure I’m glad though.

Just as the call with Martin ended, another call came in. It was an unknown number. Curiously, I picked it.

The voice, deep and commanding, boomed in my ear, “Come to the address I texted you.”

My blood ran cold and my hand tightened around the phone. I knew that voice. I knew it too well.

ANASTASIA

For the first time in five years, I woke up with someon around me and a banging headache.

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1 immediately knew the headache was a result of my thoughtless drinking yesterday but I frowned at the strong sinewy arm that was over my belly, trying to recall what had occured last night but nothing came

to me.

With a frown etched on my forehead, I twisted around in the person’s hold and came face to face with Dennis sleeping peacefully. Then I remembered, the memories came rushing in such a heavy wave that my mouth titled into a smile as I gazed up at Dennis.

I was cocooned in his arms and my back was pressed to his firm sturdy back, the blanket draped over our naked bodies.

Graphic images of all the things he did to me flashed before my eyes and I quickly looked away as though he had his eyes on me and blushed to myself.

I had always believed that Dennis was everything a woman would ever wish for in a man. He was caring and understanding. But I usually doubted his bedroom skills. I half assumed that having lived a rough life in the past, his lovemaking would be kind of rough but he was the perfect lover, gentle and attentive.

Every part of me that he touched, he catered for like I was all that mattered. Right now, I itched to have him touch me again. To have him worship my body like he was born to do so.

In the middle of it all, when I found myself moaning out his name and shamelessly calling out for him to go faster, I briefly thought I’d regret it but her was, smiling like a banshee.

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With the smile still on my face and a hand clutching my banging head, I carefully slipped out from under the blanket, out of bed and stepped into the bathroom to have a bath.

After I was done, as I dressed up, my gaze would often rove to Dennis’s sleeping form on the bed and I’d find myself smiling and blushing and scolding myself for putting him in the friend zone all these years.

I took some painkillers to suppress my aching head and went downstairs to make us tea.

As I got busy in the kitchen, I heard movement upstairs and I smiled.

I heard as he descended the stairs and I refused to turn as I tried to stop myself from smiling too much, too wide. After I had successfully taken control of my facial muscles, I turned to him, “Hey.”

For some reason, he looked uncomfortable and I thought that it made. him look sexier.

“Morning,” he murmured, then he immediately started with an

apologetic expression on his face, “Look, Anastasia, about yesterday…”

Does he regret it?

“I’m really sorry about yesterday. I didn’t mean to take advantage of –”

He stopped speaking when I smiled. “You did no such thing, Dennis. Come on, I made you tea,” told him as I slid the plate of cookies to his side of the table…

He walked into the kitchen with a relieved smile on his face. “Thank you,” he murmured as he took the mug that contained the tea from me. He took a seat across from me, picked a cookie and munched on it then he wrapped his palms around the mug, almost like he was trying to warm himself, and wordlessly stared into it.

A few secon iter, he slowly raised his head and found me staring at

him. He gave me a polite smile and raised his cup to his lips, taking a sip of the drink.

I broke into a chuckle. “Why are you acting so…” I paused, thinking of the right word to use, “…so stiff, so off, unlike you.”

“I’m not- I mean- I don’t…” he finally gave up and shrugged with a small smile, “I don’t know. I guess I’m just-” he broke off and shrugged again.

“Well,” I started, blushing as I stirred the tea in my mug. “I had a great time last night and,” I looked up and held his gaze, “I wouldn’t mind another night.”