Chapter 2

Brianna's pov

I gulped down nervously and turned to see his face red with fury.

“Hi, dad, I was just going to the kitchen for some water,” I said and smiled awkwardly.

He narrowed his eyes.

“You reek of alcohol,” he said

I stared down at my feet.

“She is with me,” a soft voice said from behind. Thank God.

“She doesn't seem to be coming from your room, and why is she sneaking around?” My father pressed further.

Before any of us could answer, his phone rang, filling the silence. He narrowed his eyes at me,

“We'll talk about this in the morning,” he said and walked away. I released a breath I didn't even know I was holding and turned slowly to see Brenda staring at me, no, glaring at me.

“Hi sis,” I said and chuckled nervously.

“It's past midnight, Dad would have killed you,” she said and walked towards me.

She dragged my hand towards my room.

“Why are you up so late?” I asked as soon as we got behind closed doors.

“I couldn't sleep,” she sighed. “Josh is still not talking to me,” she added.

Josh is her boyfriend whom she had to break up with today because of Dad. I felt sorry for her. I walked to where she was sitting on the bed and wrapped my arms around her in a comforting hug.

“God you reek of alcohol and sex…” she trailed off “you're coming from Tony's? But why are you coming home so late? Did you lose track of time?” She bombarded me with questions.

“Tony and I broke up,” I said quietly, almost inaudible. Brenda went silent.

“I'm sorry,” she said.

“Don't be, that son of a bitch is not worth it, I caught him cheating on me,” I said through gritted teeth. Now it was Brenda's turn to wrap me in a comforting hug. She stayed in each other's embrace for a few minutes before she abruptly broke it,

“Wait, so if you weren't coming from Tony's, why do you reek of orgasm?” She asked and cocked my eyebrow.

I love my sister but I loathe her extremely detective skills. She got it from our mother, and ever since mum left, Brenda has assumed the role of my mother because she is fifteen minutes older than I am.

I sighed and narrated everything that transpired in the club to her, meeting the stranger amd how it ended up in a one night stand. Brenda and I tell each other everything, since we don't have friends because of our father's overprotective nature, we became each other's best friend.

“Oh my God, that's huge,” she squealed.

“Jeez, tone it down a notch, Bri, Dad is just across the hall,” I said.

She lowered her voice.

“Is he hot?” She asked. A smile crept on my lips as I remembered the stranger.

“Very,” I put mildly.

But Brenda went on and on about her questions till I got tired and ended up kicking her out of the room with a promise to listen to her in the morning. She finally left after a lot of pouting and cursing.

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Three days after, Brenda was supposed to meet her future husband today. Today also marks three days of failing to change Dad's mind about the alliance. I even offered to take her spot, because I'm single now while Brenda is still sulking over the love of her life. Dad refused blatantly. His mind was made up and there is no changing it.

“Maybe we can ask Dad to change his mind one more time and marry me off instead,” I said to a super nervous Brenda who hasn't broke her gaze at the mirror for the past five minutes. Her head snapped in my direction.

“Brianna Patricia Nash, you would never offer yourself as collateral damage again, do you hear me?” She said sternly in a high pitched voice. Brenda calls my full name when she is either pissed at me or pissed about something but doesn't know how to say it out.

“Jeez, calm down, you sound like mum right now,” I said and laughed a little. My awful attempt at easing the tension failed woefully as Brenda's brows furrow,

“Do you think mum would have allowed this if she were here?” She asked suddenly. My laugh died down. I didn't know what to say to that.

“I think she would tell you to follow your heart,” I said.

Our mum left when we were ten years ago when we were thirteen. Whenever we asked Dad about her he would say, “your mum is reaping what she sow, she doesn't care about you,”

I still don't understand the meaning of the statement and haven't pushed further because one, Dad made sure all of mum's memories were erased and he forbade us from looking for her. Sometimes it seems like she was never a part of our lives.

Brenda hugged me tightly and teared up a bit. After the very emotional scene was over, Brenda got ready and we both went downstairs to see Dad sitting at the table with a man and a woman.

“Please don't tell me that's who I'm marrying,”. Brenda whispered into my ears as we approached the dinning table.

“I don't think so, those two look like a couple,” I whispered back. She nodded and pasted a smile on. I did the same. We exchanged pleasantries with the couple with a smile and finally took our seat.

“Your daughters are beautiful, George,” the woman said and smiled. It surprisingly was a fake one. Guess more than one person are against this marriage. My dad merely replied with a nod.

“Brenda, Brianna, meet Barry King and Martha King, Logan 's uncle,” Dad introduced.

“Nice to meet you,” Brenda and I said simultaneously.

“Likewise,” only the woman replied, the man merely nodded his head looking extremely bored as if he'd rather be anywhere but here.

“Logan  is running late, but he'd be here soon,” Dad said.

Dad resume chatting with the couple, Brenda and I leaned in and whispered things to ourselves.

We heard some footsteps approaching and we looked up. The person I saw made my jaw dropped to the ground.

“Oh there he is, Brenda meet Logan , your future husband,” my dad introduced with a wide grin on his face.

Logan  stared at me in shock for a split second before finally regaining himself. I don't know how he did that because I'm still not able to get over the fact of his identity.

Logan  is the man I had a one night stand with three days ago, I had sex with my sister's fiancee.