Wrong Girl (15 page)

“He’s…
nice. You make a great couple.” I say, trying to feign enthusiasm.

“I
used to think so, until we came back home. Things have been different since we
got back and I don’t know what’s wrong with him. He’s do distant and detached
from me, we haven’t slept together since we came here and it’s really starting
to concern me.” She confides in me softly. Her beautiful eyes start to fill
with tears, breaking my heart just a little bit more.

“But
he’s been staying with his parents, neither of you have really had the time to…
be together.” I say, stroking her dark hair back from her face.

“That’s
what I mean,
why
doesn’t he want to stay here with me and why doesn’t he
want me there with him?”

“If
it’s bothering you this much you should talk to him.” I tell her, securing my
own VIP place in hell.

“You
don’t think I’ve tried? Every time I try and broach the subject he just shuts
down. I don’t know what to do.”

“Maybe
all the wedding stuff is getting to him, it could just be a little too fast for
him.”

“But
he’s the one who proposed to me. He’s the one who said he didn’t want a long
engagement. I’m not forcing him into anything.”

“I
know you aren’t. It’s obvious to everyone in the world that he loves you. Give
him some time for things to settle down. I’m sure he’ll choose to confide in
you eventually.”

“You’re
probably right. Thanks for listening, I know I sound melodramatic and
self-centered. It’s the way I’ve always been.”

“No,
you’re not. You’re lovely.”

“So
are you. The loveliest sister in the whole wide world.”

If
only she knew.

Rachel’s
fell asleep ages ago. I’m the only one left awake, struggling with the darkness
and the shadows lurking behind every corner. I hate sleeping in a bed that’s
not my own and I especially despite the fact I decided to spend another night
in this house. It’s been years but the memories still remain. They always have
and they always will. They will remain with me until the day I die and I know
I’ll have to face an endless amount of sleepless nights before that day will
come.

The
gentle sound of my phone buzzing in the corner catches my attention. I left it
on the table by the door and creep out of bed, not wanting to wake my sister. I
expect it will be Jason, wanting to say goodnight and check I’m ok after our
earlier conversation. I pick up my phone and tip toe into Rachel’s en suite,
gently closing the door behind me. Glancing down at my phone’s screen, I
realise it’s not Jason at all. It’s Zack. He’s still awake and he’s texting me.
My sister was sleeping peacefully beside me and he’s reaching out to me. This
is so wrong.

I
take a seat on the edge of the bath, attempting to regain some control over my
breathing before I read his message. Something which is easier said than done.
My intense curiosity eventually gets the best of me and I open the text with
trembling fingers.

Zack: I can’t stop
thinking about you and all the things I wanted to do to you when I saw you
earlier.

What did you want
to do?

My reply is
instantaneous and I regret it as soon as I send it. What on earth am I playing
at? What possessed me to ask such a question? I’m a disgusting, diabolical
human being and deserve to be ostracised by my family forever for what I just
did. My beautiful, perfect sister is sound asleep in the room next door and
here I am texting her fiancé, flirting with temptation and the merciless grip
it has over me.

Zack: All sorts of
things. You have no idea how badly I want to taste you, to explore your body
and give you pleasure. I know how wrong that is for me to say to you, I know
what type of person that makes me and I STILL don’t care. All I care about is
being with you, even if it is for one night. I need one night with you so I can
move past this, so I can get over the absolute fixation I have with you and I
won’t rest until I get it.

I close my eyes
and breathe deeply, counting to one hundred in my head before I reply to him. I
now know what has to be done, I know what we both need to move on from this. I
know what I must sacrifice in order for my sister’s happiness. I know this is
our only option.

You’re right. I’m
done trying to fight this thing between us. I’ll spend the night with you and
hope to God that will put an end to it. I wish I could erase how I feel about
you and I hope this will happen after we’ve… been together.

Zack: You mean it?
You’re sure? You can’t change your mind, Samantha. You can’t do that to me. It
will kill me if you decide to go back on this.

I won’t change my
mind. I know how important it is for the two of us to put an end to this, to
abolish these feelings. It’s the only way.

Zack: I’m glad
you’ve finally seen sense. Tell me where and when. Anytime, and any place. So
long as you can guarantee me a whole night with you.

I hesitate before
typing out my response. As soon as I send this final message to him… there will
be no going back. My decision will be final.

Next Friday. Book
a hotel. Eight PM.

I
switch my phone off as soon as my final message has sent, choosing to stay in
the darkness of the bathroom
so I don’t have to face the darkness in my
mind. I should be feeling guilty, I should be repulsed by my actions but I’m
not. There’s an odd sense of calm surrounding me, encouraging me that the
decision I’ve just made is the right one. I realise that nothing about this
situation will get better unless I do something about it, I need my sister to
be happy and if this is the only way that can happen then so be it.

This
time next week my time with Zack will be over. We will walk away and be able to
put the last couple of weeks behind us. I can get on with my life, put my
ridiculous obsession with him behind me and Zack will be able to concentrate on
his engagement, my sister and their wedding.

At
least that’s what I hope.

Chapter Eight

Zack

She
agreed. She actually agreed. She said yes. She chose a time and a place for it
to happen and I have every intention of making sure she goes through with it.
This past week has been absolute hell for me. I’ve barely slept and when I do,
all I dreamt of was her.

Hiding
the jar of coffee so Rachel would have to leave the house to buy another was
really low. I could hardly believe I went to such depths just to steal a moment
alone with Samantha. I knew Rachel was having Sam over for the weekend and I
also knew I had to see her whilst she was there. Rachel was in the kitchen when
I first walked in and made some lame ass excuse about the reason I stopped by.
She told me Samantha was upstairs taking a bath and that’s when I reached into
the cupboard and grabbed the jar of coffee whilst she wasn’t looking.

“I
could have sworn I had some coffee left.” She told me, rummaging through
everything in an attempt to find some.

“You
could nip out to the shop and get some?” I suggested, despising the words
coming out of my mouth.

“I
suppose I could. I’m going to have to get it sooner or later.” She grabbed her
jacket off the back of the kitchen door, placing a delicate kiss on my lips
before she left.

“Exactly.
I’ll stay here and let Sam know where you are when she comes down.”

“Thanks,
baby. I won’t be long.”

I
only managed to wait sixty seconds after Rachel left before going upstairs in
search of Sam. I had no idea what I was going to say to her, all I knew was I
had
to speak to her. I hadn’t heard anything from her in seven days and I knew if I
didn’t take this opportunity to speak with her, it could be another week until
I saw her again. I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle that and that’s why my
desperation won out in the end.

I
didn’t know what room she was in but eventually found her in Rachel’s. When I
first saw her she was standing by the open doors that lead out onto the
balcony, simply staring out at the view before her. God, I remember the
exquisite sight of her wearing only a towel. Her hair was dripping wet and her
whole body was trembling because of the cool breeze off the torrential rain
outside. I continued to observe her for several seconds before I remembered
that I didn’t have much time, Rachel would be back any second so I had to make
this quick.

“Feeling
hot?” I asked her, wishing I could take the words back as soon as I had spoken
them. I don’t know what possessed me to say such a thing, instantly regretting
how forthright and cringe worthy my comment had been.

She
whirled around to face me, clearly astonished by the fact that I was standing
in the doorway watching her. She opened her mouth to say something, her whole
body quivering with shock and… arousal?

She
gave me a hard time about walking in on her and not getting in touch with all
week. I did try and explain why I’d chosen to give her some time, hoping my
silence would provide her with the space she needed. I knew if I continued to
reach out to her it would only make Sam run off in the opposite direction and
that’s the last thing I wanted. I never thought my silence would solidify her
belief that I was no longer interested in her or the proposal I’d approached
her with.

I
honestly do not know how I managed to control myself in that bedroom with her.
She was dripping wet, naked underneath her towel and practically begging me to
kiss her. Her face was flushed, her heart was beating erratically and her
breasts were rising and falling with each breath. Jesus, I wanted her so badly.
I wanted nothing more than to throw her down on the bed and bury myself deep
inside her. I didn’t seem to care about the possibility of being caught, I
didn’t care about anything but satisfying my own carnal lust.

I
swear I came so close to actually taking her on the bed. She almost
surrendered, so close to giving into me and her desires. Her willpower was
slipping, I know she wants me just as much as I want her and I recognise that my
greatest achievement in that bedroom was getting her to admit that.

That’s
why I actually came close to murdering my brother when I heard his voice coming
up the stairs. I had no idea what the hell he was doing there and despised his
intrusion even more when I saw the way he looked at Sam. Thank God she had her
bathrobe on by that time, he would have been unbearable if he’d managed to
catch a glimpse of her in her towel. Seeing her like was the greatest
temptation I’ve ever faced, I swear I would have been forced to punch my own
brother if I’d seen him look at her the same way I had.

I
did not want Aaron anywhere near Samantha and insisted on her getting changed
before he finished up in the bathroom. I made my way downstairs to find Rachel
in the kitchen flicking through a magazine.

“What
the hell is my brother doing here?” I demanded, storming into the kitchen.

“I
don’t know, I just found him on the doorstep. It was so funny, he was bursting
for the bathroom and practically barged past me to get up the stairs. I think I
came home in the nick of time.” She laughed, finding the whole thing hilarious.

“Are
you laughing at me?” My brother asked, strolling into the kitchen before making
his way over to the fridge and rummaging through it.

“Yes.”
My fiancé replied humorously, shaking her head at my incredibly rude brother.

“What
are you doing here?” I demanded, slamming the refrigerator door closed,
something which nearly broke his hand in the process.

“This
morning you said something about going to see Rachel so I thought I’d swing by
and say hello.”

“I
thought you were spending the afternoon with your friends?” I narrowed my eyes
at him, still jealous as hell and furious by his blatant attraction to
Samantha.

“I
did but decided to drop by on the way home. Is that a problem?”

“Of
course not. You’re always welcome here, Aaron.” Rachel said, shooting me a look
of confusion.

I
know it made no sense that I was having a go at Aaron. I’m usually so laid back
about everything, it must have taken the two of them by surprise to see me so
wound up.

“Thanks,
Sis.” Aaron winked at Rachel, rolling his eyes in my direction. “Speaking of
sisters… I just met yours upstairs.” His voice took on an entirely different
tone, he was far too interested in her and I vowed to put a stop to it right
away.

“Why
were you in my bedroom, Aaron?” Rachel asked, tossing her magazine aside.

“I
wasn’t. I was searching for the bathroom when I came across Zack and her
talking” My brother explained, landing me in a lot of trouble in the process.

“What?”
Rachel frowned at me, clearly startled by Aaron’s revelation.

“I
just went up to say hello and to let her know I was here.” I forced a casual
smile on my face, hoping it would be enough to convince Rachel there was
nothing sinister behind my brother catching me upstairs with her sister.

“Oh,
ok. Good job you didn’t catch her changing. She’d have been mortified.” She
chuckled, winking at Aaron who was standing behind me.

“She’s
gorgeous. I seriously need to get to know her a little better, especially
before the wedding.”

Aaron’s
comment was the final straw. I couldn’t explain or rationalise the turmoil that
was going on inside of me and knew the anguish I was feeling was bound to be
written all over my face. I crossed over to the other side of the kitchen,
staring out the window until I could be certain that my anger was under
control.

Rachel
and Aaron spoke amongst themselves until Samantha joined us. I felt her
presence before I even saw her and it took every single ounce of my strength
not to turn around and look at her. The next few minutes that followed were
excruciating. Aaron continued to try and flirt with Sam, ignoring the murderous
looks I kept throwing at him the entire time.

All
his jokes about being my best man at the wedding were not going down too well,
I was getting more and more infuriated with him the longer we were there and
knew I had to get myself out of there before I snapped. I chanced a brief look
back at Samantha before we left, there was still so much I wanted to say to
her. Plenty of unfinished business that needed to be resolved, business I
refused to turn my back on.

I
somehow managed to dodge Aaron’s questions for the rest of the night. He
continued to bug me about Sam, wanting to know if she was seeing anyone, how
long I’d known her and if I thought she’d be interested in him. His persistent
curiosity was driving me crazy and I was so close to telling him to back the
fuck off, leave her alone and never look at her again. I love my brother but by
the end of the night I was seriously looking forward to him leaving in the
morning. As far as I’m concerned, he’s more than overstayed his welcome.

My
phone was tempting me. I was in bed and felt it taunting me, tormenting me to
the point that I couldn’t sleep. I knew she’d probably be in bed. She was more than
likely fast asleep, unaffected and undisturbed. Unlike me who was battling with
my insomnia yet again. It eventually became too strong for me to ignore, I
reached for my phone and typed out my message, hitting send before I changed my
mind. I really didn’t expect her to reply, I was convinced I’d pushed her too
far in the bedroom and blown any chance I had with her. It came as a massive
shock when she chose to reply straight away, especially the flirtatious
response I got from her.

My
jaw almost hit the floor when she asked me what I imagined doing to her. About
a thousand different scenarios raced through my mind, making it extremely
difficult when it came to providing her with an answer. The sexual scenarios I
wanted to create with her were limitless, the amount of sleepless nights I’ve
had since I met her are beyond counting. The times I’ve pictured us together,
conjuring up the most forbidden fantasies, fantasies I never thought I’d get to
experience. Until tonight. Tonight she finally agreed. I finally got her to say
yes. She asked me to pick a hotel and then chose a date and a time, leaving it
up to me to make all the arrangements.

 I’m
still gaping at my phone in astonishment. Feeling amazed, relieved, jubilant
and victorious. I can barely sit still, the adrenaline coursing through my
veins is out of control. I know it will be impossible for me to go to sleep
now, it will continue to evade me until I make the arrangements.

 
I switch on my
laptop, needing to book the hotel. I have to make a reservation before she has
chance to change her mind and back out. I’m certain she’s expecting me to
choose some seedy B&B somewhere and I really want to surprise her. I want
her to experience the best and cherish the memories I intend on giving her. I
have a feeling she hasn’t had much happiness in her life, the way her appalling
mother treats her is beyond my contempt. Rachel’s the one who’s had the
glamorous lifestyle and the stylish existence. Being an actress is not without
its perks. She frequently stays at overpriced hotels, spends the occasional day
at a relaxing spa and goes abroad for the odd weekend. I doubt Sam’s
encountered such luxuries and this is something I plan on rectifying immediately.

I
can’t help smiling to myself as I make the reservations, making sure I choose the
most exquisite hotel I can find for our one and only night together. The pictures
you can view online are really picturesque and I make sure the room I have
chosen has an impressive view, a four poster bed and a hot tub. I’m so glad I
insisted on her spending the entire night with me, there’s no way I’d be able
to experience everything I want with her in just a few hours.

I
climb into bed after making the reservation. I fall asleep straight away for
the first time in God knows how long and I know it’s because my subconscious is
on high alert. In one week she’ll be mine. My obsession with her will soon be
over and I can’t fucking wait. I’d give anything to get over this
all-consuming, newfound addiction I seem to have developed for the idea of
being with her, being inside her and making her mine. Even if it is just for
one night…