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For a moment, it's all I see

Briar's purple hair in my hands

Her red lips on mine

Her soft body pressed against me

Her groan filling the space

"Mr Pierce" A knock on the door interrupts That's her voice But what the fuck is she doing calling me Mr Pierce?

Bri hasn't called me Mr Pierce in months

Either I somehow transported to the land of politically incorrect sexual fantasies—aren't they all—or I fucked up worse than I thought

"You can see he's not in great shape," she says

"I can," a deep voice replies

One I knoell Difficult to read with that light hint of judgment

My oldest brother

I force my eyes open

And there she is, Briar standing at the door to my office, in a hot as fuck outfit A pencil skirt and a button up blouse

She's wearing her usual lipstick Her hair is in that neat line

But she's wearing pumps instead of boots

Did Bree buy those for her? Or are they so Bri actually owns?

A pencil skirt and pumps

What the fuck is happening?

"Do we have atoday?" I ask

No one answers

"Briar Do we have atoday?" I ask

"We have aevery Monday, sir" Intention drips into her voice So you sir because you fucked shit up and I'm pissed into the word

Or I' shit

Briar calling me sir

What the fuck?

If this is the land of fucked-up sexual fantasies, I'm at some newer, deeper, more depraved level

And the price I pay is my brother's presence

If that's not fucked up, I don't knohat is

"Thefirst?" she asks

"He's fine," Si Thank you, Ms West"

Her eyesI'ive her

But I don't kno

How can I ever be the person she needs? I can't even pretend I'm a functional fiancé

I can't do that shit for real

"Thank you" I mouth sorry

She shakes her head It's fine Or I'll never forgive you One of the two, but I'm not sure which

I haven't seen her all ot here It's cloudy today, but it's still too fucking bright

Briar leaves for her desk

Simon closes the door behind us He doesn't wait for me to offer him a seat He doesn't take the seat in front of my desk

He sits on the da to tell me you fucked your assistant?"

"Is that really why you're here?"

"What did you do to her?"

"If you want those details—"

"She's not usually this…"

"Like you?"