One Night Stand With My Husband’s Brother

Blood drained from Mackenzie’s face. Glued to the ground, she felt as though Selene had pulled the ground from underneath her feet.

She gaped at her, tongue-tied. Sweat coated her face and neck immediately, despite the working vents in the room.

This had to be a prank.

“What?” Selene asked, corking her right brow in sheer amusement.

“You thought I wouldn’t know?”

Mackenzie swallowed hard to dampen her dry throat.

Yes, that was exactly what she thought. Selene was not supposed to know, no one was!

Selene watched the expression on Mackenzie’s face. If she ever had doubts of who the children’s real mother was, Mackenzie had erased all the doubt with the look in her eyes.

The woman stared at her as though she had seen a ghost.

Mackenzie Torsney had fucking underestimated her, she would pay for it.

“You really thought I was going to sit still after seeing your picture with my husband scattered all over the internet? My God! You are dumber than you thought.” Selene’s jealousy was once again rising from the pit of her stomach.

She could remember how protective Chase had looked in that photo. He seemed ready to tear the world apart for Mackenzie.

“You really thought I was going to be quiet?!” This time, she was standing barely inches away from Mackenzie, who was already reeling in her own fresh panic and anger.

“You do not even know what Chase goes through this time every year, you do not know anything about him! I was his wife, I am his wife, and I have every right to be here. But you?” Selene eyed Mackenzie furiously and pushed her right shoulder back.

Mackenzie stood her ground, rooted to the marble tiles. She did not move an inch.

Selene didn’t have the power to make her move anymore.

“You do not. You think Jeffery is going to stay quiet? I wonder what he would say and do when he finds out that you’ve been hiding his children from him, in the very city that he is.” She tapped her chin repeatedly, as a small smile formed on her face.

Mackenzie’s eyes widened.

No. She couldn’t let that happen.

“Or Richard? What would Richard say when he finds out what you’re playing at with both of his sons!” A bitter laughter escaped Selene’s throat.

Panic continued to dig its claws into Mackenzie’s chest, threatening to rip her heart out.

“And Eleanor? Heavens! I can only imagine what she’ll do to you, your miserable father, and your bastard children!”

As Selene laughed, flashes of red and black enveloped Mackenzie’s sight. She clenched and unclenched her fists by her side, yet nothing was enough to keep her calm.

Selene had already taken few steps back from her, but Mackenzie was not pleased.

Without a second thought, Mackenzie swiftly closed an inch of the distance between she and Selene. The taller woman arched a brow at her, but before Selene could speak, the resounding echo of the slap that filled the room, did the talking.

Selene screamed.

Tears burned her left eye, as she pressed her palm to her left cheek and fell to the ground.

When she looked up at the shorter woman, dread laced her orbs. Mackenzie towered above her, fighting hard to calm her rage by sucking in deep breaths.

Selene had never seen her like that. She had never thought the woman had it in her.

Mackenzie lowered herself to look closer at Selene. She narrowed her eyes on her and kept her stern gaze.

“We were speaking, and you did not hear me say a word against your father, or any member of your family. So don’t you dare, Selene. Don’t you dare speak on matters you know nothing about.”

Mackenzie watched as Selene swallowed hard, and started to move backwards. She caught Selene’s ankle in her right hand, and looked up at her.

“I know I was a weak woman before, and I let you trample on me and do as you please, but not anymore, Selene. The fact that I have something to protect now means that I have grown stronger. And trust me,” her gaze shifted to the mark of her palm that glittered on Selene’s left cheek. Mackenzie’s lips almost parted to make way for a proud smile.

“You do not want to mess with me this time. You can call your doctors, your lawyers, you can press charges, even sue me, but none of those would be able to keep you away from me, Selene. I would come for you with everything I have if you dare talk about my family again.” Mackenzie released her ankle, and watched as Selene struggled to rise to her feet.

Selene muttered inaudible curses, and moved into the house.

Still boiling with anger, and trying to fight her panic, Mackenzie held her bag and rushed out of the house.

Selene knew! Selene knew about her kids.

She rushed out of the elevator, and past the glass doors of the house. She needed to leave, she needed to breathe, she needed to be far away from this fucking city!

Tears welled in her eyes as she waited for a cab to pass by. Where would she run now?

If Selene knew, it was only a matter of time before Jeffery knew.

And why had Selene not told Chase yet? Did she have a feeling the children were his?

A cold breeze blew past her cheeks, drying up the tears in her eyes.

No. Selene had seemed very convinced the children belonged to Jeffery, but she was right about one thing. If Jeffery found out, she and her twins would be in danger.

Mackenzie thought about running to North Dakota again, but she was tired of running.

She tilted her neck to look at the house.

How had she let Selene get to her so much? The woman had cheated on Chase, it was obvious she did not have Chase’s best interest at heart.

Mackenzie knew she was here for a reason, and she had to finish what she came here for. She made a mental note to tell Chase to change the passcode of his house.

Selene stomped out of the house. She was on a call, screaming at whoever was on the phone. Mackenzie watched as Selene climbed into an army green Lamborghini, and drove out of the house.

When she was gone, Mackenzie shook her head, as though the panic would disappear from her mind, and rushed back into the house.

She was about to type the passcode into the keypad when she got a call from Nora.

“Miss Torsney, there’s been a change of plans. The C. E. O is no longer at home. He’s at the hospital with his father, Axford Medical. You know it, don’t you?”

Far too well for her own good.

“Yes, I do.” Mackenzie replied. She was visibly worried.

“Is something wrong? Did something happen to…?”

“I’m not sure, but he is there now. I just need you to go into the house and pick out some clothes for him. Take them to the hospital as soon as you can. I sent a cab to his home and it should be there anytime soon. You have about ten to fifteen minutes, so please hurry up.”

Hospital? Mackenzie thought.

“Of course.”

Nora ended the call immediately, and Mackenzie unlocked the doors and entered into the house.

She was taken aback by the luxurious sight of the living room. The glass walls surrounded the room, giving the room a very beautiful view of the sun. The 72-inched flat screen TV was built into the wall.

More sculptures and artworks were stationed at different ends of the room. The couches and sofas were a melodious harmony of black and white.

Mackenzie moved past the living room, and found the door of his bedroom.

She audibly gasped this time, as the sight of his double king-sized bed dressed in white and navy blue sheets, welcomed her into the room. She couldn’t touch it, but she could tell just from the looks how soft it was.

The room smelt of Chase, like he was somewhere inside, watching her. He was not around or anywhere in sight, yet, she could feel him everywhere around her.

Mackenzie felt a tad bit of jealousy, thinking about the fact that Selene used to share the bed in front of her with Chase, made her sick to her stomach.

She tore her eyes away from the bed and moved to the door beside the room. She found his study.

Gray walls and tall shelves filled with books. His table had books neatly arranged at the top, beside his Mac book.

She closed the door gently, and walked back into the room. Another metal door stole her attention, and when she opened it, she was welcomed by the glorious sight of Chase Axford’s walk-in closet.

Mackenzie’s eyes opened, and so did her mouth.

As she walked in, she realized she had never seen anything like it. The closet contained his clothes, both corporate and casual, a variety of shoes and accessories she could not even begin to count.

How rich were these people exactly?

His closet was like a whole mall!

She had no more time to spare, so she knew she had to pick out his clothes quickly.

Mackenzie turned to his shirts and picked out a white long sleeve. She thought for a while, wondering what could go with the white shirt.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Navy blue suit pants.

Mackenzie smiled to herself and dug her teeth into her lower lip gently. She loved him in white and navy blue. He was always so sexy in that mixture.

As her cheeks heated up, she moved to pick out a pair of navy blue suit pants and a matching suit jacket, all well pressed.

Smiling to herself, she raised the clothes to her nostrils and sniffed them.

The scent of his cologne made her aware of his invisible presence. She could remember his scent when he kissed her, when he touched her, when he held her close to his chest and promised to conquer her in ways she could only allow herself to dream of.

Mackenzie quickly snapped out of her reverie, and continued her search.

She took out a pair of black shoes she liked, a white and blue printed tie – dolce and Gabbana – then his favorite onyx Patek Phillipe – or her favorite – to match.

Satisfied and grinning like a thirteen year old getting ready for her first highschool dance, Mackenzie found a small suitcase in his closet, and neatly folded the clothes into it.

“All done.” She said to herself, sweating profusely from all the running around, as she walked out of his room, holding the suitcase in her hands.