The Black Widow

My head was on the cushion on the end of the bed as my feet were rested on my fiance's shoulder. Naked and sprawled underneath the red satin sheets. My fingers trailed along Andrew's bare leg as he was busy on his laptop. "Stop it." He whispered eyeing me through his reading glasses. He turned back to his laptop typing fast and furious on it. "You are distracting me."

I rolled my eyes and pulled myself up back to the bed resting my head on his chest. "What are you doing?" I inquired softly brushing my lips softly on his nipple. "Answer me."

Andrew turned me and narrowed his eyes. "I am busy setting up a contract for an arrogant who want's to take over my building in Chicago." He kissed the hem of my neck and went on with his work. "Just give me a moment."

"Fine." I nodded climbing out of the queen size bed. I grabbed his dress shirt shrugging it on just gazing at my fiance with an anger expression. "A moment as in?"

"A moment as in a moment." He groaned. "Maxine darling, do you want me to fuck you again?"

"Its a thought." I stated dryly buttoning up the shirt. "But fine go on with your business, i will just go explore in your apartment." He looked up and gave me a tight smile before turning back to his work.I walked out of the room with a heavy sigh.

My finger slide down the hallway hall, gazing at the the letters M and B on it. The initials of his beloved daughter Mia.I wish i could've meet her. I shook it off and walked down another dark hallway towards the living room. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey i popped it open walking to the picture frames. Without using a glass i just gulped the thing. Several amount of photos, but non from his daughter or in fact his ex- wife. One picture caught my eye. A photo of a young man in a baseball outfit, Leaning in a small smile formed on my lips. "Andrew." I laughed softly grabbing the frame from the desk. Wow. Blonde hair and blue eyes. The perfect child. "You were smurf."

"What the hell does that mean?" I twirled around pressing the photo frame to my chest. "A smurf?"

"Blue eyes, looks cute." I shrugged. "My sister was a smurf, my father made it up. It was just me and... well yeah."

"You drifted off." Andrew stated grabbing the bottle from my small hand. "You and Sam?"

"No." I smiled. "My brother."

His brow furrowed as a confused expression spreads across his complexion."You have a brother?"

Lowering my head i nodded. "Yeah, we don't really talk about him."

"Is he dead?" Yanking it back up i scoffed walking to the sofa sitting on it. "No than?"

"No they wish he was dead." I giggled. "My brother kinda..." How do i explain this? "My brother Robert he is... he is weird."

"Weirder than me?" He asked cocking his head to one side. "Mm?"

"Weirder than you,"I seized the bottle back gulping the thing. "I wonder what he is doing, i should give him a call."

"Your family don't like him?" I shook my head slowly licking the strong liquor from my lips. "You don't like him?"

"I love my brother, but like i said he is weird, but in a good way. You will hate him."
Andrew had no emotion on his face. "You will love him?" I ask more than said with an unsure face expression.

"What is your brother like?" He whispered brushing my hair back.

"Robert is our youngest, he did not want to be in the 'family' business. I got lucky i guess," I turned to Andrew as he pulled my legs up to his. "He burned our house down, gambled his first year of college away, drink allot, kinda sold my car for drugs, you know the usual."

"He is a washout?"

"No- well yeah.But he is my brother and i want him here for my wedding."

"If you want- we can track him down." I hugged my fiance with a regret of mentioning Robert ever. If Andrew thought Kelvin was bad, he has not met my younger brother, the rebel with a cause.

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