Chapter 4

Isabelle

Did my brother ever stop to even ask me if this is what I want?

I watch Lucian pass by, my brain almost going into a trance.

This is unfair.

Damien did not consider me at all.

Because he put me in the house of a literal Greek god, and although he give me the ‘no funny business’ talk, I know intuitively, that no one wants to see their sister frolicking with their friend.

I don’t think it’s possible to keep my hands to myself with a man like this around… and I’m not even the expressive type.

“Good morning.” He greets me from across the room, golden locks of his swishing in my direction.

I move my head like I’m about to catch those locks.

“Morning. Sleep well?” I have to say to make up for my pause since he wasn’t really looking at me.

His muscles stand tight and thick in his shirt and boxers, making me wish he war briefs just so I can get a more explicit view of him.

What I see is enough though as the ti