The awaited grand real estate launching event for this year's company was about to take place. Proud that the years of planning has finally come up with an excellent outcome. Businessmen, investors, reporters, publishing company and different organizations are expected to come to witness the newest project of Fiennes Realty's. As promised, the company does not disappoint.

The reason why I've been attentive to some last minute errands is to make sure that everything will go smoothly and to avoid any malfunction on the event that was about to set. After lunch, I took the time to prepare and was already downstairs as I accompany a few guests who had arrived early. The time passed, our entryway was already brimming with guests. While I spot a few interested visitors that I could talk to for the night, my eyes were still expecting too see someone else but by the time the event was about to begin, I might as well have false hope that she'd show up.

After a short message I had given and with a few notable individuals that had made the project possible, we were onto the celebration. Champagne-baring waiters were on standby, good instrumental music, as booze and the light chatter of people filled the atmosphere. While I made myself busy, accommodating a few guests and even made a couple of contract deals for the betterment of the upcoming projects that the company will set for the new year. Mind on track, I was having a good time taking this as an opportunity to gain a lot of money. In the midst of doing one, a familiar figure appeared going down the staircase.

I was lost for words. As I try to think clearly, my attention was already divided as I was drawn to her allure. Cleo, I was positive that she was the attention of the night. She looked beautiful but mostly lethal; the way her hips sensually moved, her figure shown in all of the right ways as her body moved gracefully while her eyes were inviting. The more I pay attention to her, the more she took my breath away and the more did my cock stirred.

I wonder how she would look like naked and again spread-eagle on my bed tonight.

As expected, her eyes never looked my way. Instead, she kept her distance always at the far back while she tries to make an enjoyment out of her boredom. I leave her be, as I made my time productive while I try not to ogle like a mad man at my step sister for every 5 seconds.

Things were going good, everyone else was having a good time. The new project had been revealed and we couldn't be any happier, while I've forgotten the thought of her for a while, I decided to check in on her from a distance. What surprised me the most is Cleo had company, and if I'm correct, a man she was with past her age. They seemed to be having a good time and with no hesitations, my steps had brought me towards them as I clear my throat interrupting both.

"Cleo." I spoke with seriousness, doubtful of the man's intention.

"Mat." She might have spoke it with the unfriendliest tone but thank fuck, she did acknowledged me.

I held my silence as I look at the guy, slightly tilted my chin upwards while I held my stance.

He better not fucking touch her.

"Um ... Mat, you have met my friend right?" Still calling me by my first name, I thought of the longing feeling of how she had a name given just for me.

As I brush the thought off, I clear my throat to answer. "No, I haven't." I spoke in a passive manner.

"Well ... Mat this is David, David this is Mat, my stepbrother." As she introduces us both, trying to tone down the pressure between us men.

"David Keaton, we haven't formally met." He formally said so, as he holds his hand out.

"Matheo Fiennes, nice to meet you." I replied, taking his hand as we both greet with a hand shake.

I was quite familiar with his name, if I guess he's the head of the interior designing in the project. We might have worked with him, but I still had questions running through my mind. While I just can't trust this guy so easily, I have to protect her as much as I can.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, you're the head of the interior on the estates. Right?" I asked, just to make sure while I act that I was very much interested.

"He is, and from the details that he had told me about, he really did a great job on making the houses magnificent." Cleo interjects, with a genuine smile on her face.

"Well what can I say, Cleo here is fascinated with my ideas." He chuckles like there was something to be delighted about.

"I bet." I sarcastically respond in a second, a hate as it irked me at the thought of her interested.

Fortunately, we both made eye contact and if looks could kill, she was about to fucking kill me right now.

"Can I borrow Cleo for a minute? I remember I had to tell her about something important." I nonchalantly spoke, trying to act oblivious to the fact that I was already testing her temper.

"I'm sure that can wait for later, I'm actually busy at the moment." She responds with a disinterested manner.

Stubborn as fuck.

While our situations were changed, I was barely holding it together. As he had the audacity to come closer towards her and place his hand on her lower back, fucking maniac.

"If this wasn't important, I wouldn't be here by now right. This could not wait, Cleo." I replied in a stern expression.

"Let's hear what Cleo has to say, shall we? After all, she gets to decide if she wants to talk to you for now or later." He interrupts, awful at playing all nice.

"I'll pass." She answered as she wasted no time, even trying to lean on his body for support and as expected, he took it to his advantage.

Definitely fucking stubborn.

"Cleo will be back to talk to you shortly." He said as he supported Cleo on her body whilst they went outside.

As she cast a glance at my direction, she knew I was about to lose my anger. I was clenching my jaw from the thought of putting up a fight as my hands itched to fucking beating him into a pulp. While I promise and made sure that Cleo wasn't going anywhere tonight.

Downing a glass of bourbon, I fear that Cleo had gotten over from my sorry ass. I was too fucking late to make a move and be persistent to show her that I can change. Now she was with a man, spending her night away that had the possibility that she may end up in his bed. But I wasn't going to let that happen, I'll keep an eye close and avoid her from doing so. As my atmosphere had changed, I was no longer interested being at the party for I had my eyes on the doors, eyes were much focused on Cleo. 30 excruciating minutes have fucking passed, but still no sign of them. I was about to break the fucking door outside the porch when I saw her and what seems to be a bottle of whiskey on her hand that she was trying to hide as she was walking upstairs. Surprisingly, no sign of the old man.

It's about damn time.

I followed, taking it as a chance while the crowd buzzed from celebratory. Casually taking light steps so she wouldn't know, while she kept on walking as she went to the far side of the area, going inside the guest room. I continue to go after her, losing my temperature as they weren't about to fuck in my house and he wasn't going to touch what's fucking mine. I barge into the room but the lights were off.

"What the fuck, Mat." She exclaimed, her hand placed in her chest.

I scared her, but I wasted no time as my eyes scanned the entire room to find out that she had no company. She was all alone, thank Jesus. As she sat at the plush chair near the balcony, casually taking a seat and drinking the liquor.

I took a deep breath as I felt a sudden emotion, anxious to talk to her but I knew this was my time to approach her.

"Cleo, can I talk to you? Please." I asked with hope that she would agree.

"What the fuck do you want this time Mat? Do you do like it when you fucking disturb my time?" She loudly curt and stood, showing me her backless clothing. As the pale moonlight illuminated her features, breath taking as always.

"Could you just hear me out?"

"And could you leave me the hell alone?" She retorted.

"Are you mad I ruined your date?" I scoffed, my temper had flared.

She forces a laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "I was fucking having a good time! Way to go, you ruined it for me." She angrily explained, taking a shot of the whiskey.

"Was that even considered as a fucking date? He could almost be your father!" I exclaimed, finding it hard to believe.

"Who fucking cares! I date who the fuck I want. You sound like a pathetic loser!" She snapped, as she never turned around to face me anymore.

I smirk, trying to find it humorous. "Pathetic? I was trying to fucking look out for you!" I argued.

"Bullshit! Cut the crap! You might have fooled me once, but I'm fucking smarter than that." She bellowed as her eyes were furious.

"Fuck! how many times do I have to convince you in that thick head of yours." I spoke, doing all that I can to control myself.

"Do you know what you have to do? Huh? You fucking me leave me alone, don't talk to me and I don't want to see your stupid face ever again!" She angrily replied, then she started to walk as she is about to leave.

"You're not going anywhere, were going to fucking solve this out." I demanded, blocking her way as I looked at her sternly.

"Try me." She challenged in a mocking manner, a wry smile on her face.

Don't worry, baby girl.

I definitely plan to.