I’m brought back into the now by the sounds of a horn blaring and I spy the middle finger in my rearview mirror. This wasn’t the first time that Gabrielle had me lost in thought. I’ve spent countless days and more than a few nights trying to understand my feelings for her. I’ve tried to convince myself that we’re just close like we’ve always been. That I’m just protective of her. But my subconscious knows it’s more. It feels the spike in my heart when she’s near. The spark in my dick when she’s near. The way I feel as if I can’t breathe when she’s around. The way her voice, her scent, her everything disarms me. The way that my protectiveness has slowly morphed into something else.

Something closer to possession.

The way she’s floated into my head while I’ve touched my cock and those have been the times that I’ve come the hardest. The shame that washed over me as I groaned her name out as I rubbed my hand up and down my cock. The orgasm that pulled me under just as the thought of emptying my dick down her throat crossed my thoughts. Picturing her bounce her ass on my dick until she comes all over it. I pull into my spot in the parking garage and my head drops into my hands as I wonder for the millionth time how the fuck I got here, lusting aggressively over my younger sister.

I contemplate sending her a text when I realize how late it is and she’s probably already in her exam. It’s better if I apologize for this morning in person anyway.

I make my way up the ten floors to my office and I’m not at all shocked to see my buddy Isaac shamelessly flirting with Brooke. He wasn’t into her at all, but he thought keeping her in his back pocket kept him in good with her father. His numbers from the year are shit so I suppose it’s a bit of insurance.

“Oh! Mr. Calloway!” Brooke’s blue eyes widen and she runs a hand through her blonde tresses before hopping up from her desk, while pulling down her much too short skirt before meeting me at the entrance to my office. “Here’s your coffee.”

“Great, thanks,” I say without another word. I go into my office and close the door behind me which one would think meant I didn’t want to be bothered, but Isaac comes strolling in right after me without even a knock on the closed door.

“Sup, Calloway. You catch the game last night?” He drops to the couch I have in the corner of my office and props his foot up on my coffee table like he owns it.