Their Secret Obsession (A Reverse Harem) by Pippa Moon

"Brother." Kane's voice boomed from behind me, causing my momentary smile to drop from my lips.

"Or not." I muttered, throwing the drink back in one gulp and sliding the glass across the counter to the bartender. My eyes lowered to the glass in his fingers and then to the bottle, glimmering with hope.

"Another productive day, I see." Kane grunted as he took the seat to my right. I refused to raise my eyes or meet the pointed stare he was surely pinning me with.

"Is SHE coming home?" I asked, leaning over to tap the rim of the glass to get the barkeep's attention.

"Not yet." Kane sighed, his hand reaching out to push the glass just out of my reach. Closing my eyes I swallowed the anger I felt brewing and instead leaned over to the bottle the barkeep had tucked on the other side of the bar and lifted it to my lips with a triumphant smirk.

"Then I am only just getting started, brother, so either join me.. Or fuck off." I growled, hoping for the latter as I lifted the bottle to my lips and took a sizable shot of the sour-tasting liquid.

"Cut him off." Kane's voice was shrill and starting to sound as whiny as Connie's. I debated telling him so, just to piss him off, but honestly, I couldn't even be assed to insult him. He, after all, was the reason I was miserable and forced into a life I did not want.

"Have you seen Connie today?" He asked me, my lips curling around my gums at the meaning behind his question. Had I bothered to show her any attention, given that she was my mate, and I was MEANT to give two shits about her? But I honestly couldn't be arsed with her either. The pair of them could go fuck themselves.

"Nope." I muttered, making sure to pop my P, just like Lottie did. The familiarity had my heart aching, but it was worth it to hear him sigh.

"You promised to take her shopping for the ball next week." He pointed out as if the ten thousand messages that gold-digging bitch had sent me hadn't reminded me enough.

"And, I promised to love Lottie till the day I died.." I added finally turning to look at my brother. I couldn't help but register how tired he looked, how he had seemed to age overnight. I should care.

I don't.

"Seems, I am made to break promises," I added with a shrug, refusing to let Kane's misery affect me. The bastard brought it on himself. "Knox.."

"Kane." I replied, cutting him off as I waved the bottle before his face. As you can see. I am busy, if taking that pampered cunt out and about is so important to you, how about you do

it?"

"She doesn't want me to do it. She wants to spend time with you." Kane inserted, pulling a groan from my throat.

"And I want to spend time with Lottie... We don't always get what we want, brother. Unless we are called Kane, of course." I laughed bitterly.

"You think I want this?" He asked, his voice rising enough for those around us to start to pay attention. Shrugging, I didn't bother to glance at him. "fucking miss her too." He

growled, grabbing the bottle fro

my hand and without warning he lunged it against the wall behind him, fragments of glass shattered down the wall as the amber liquid ran after them.

"Gentleman, please." The barkeep snapped, tapping a board above his head. Which stated the club rules in bold font. 'No drama, no fighting."

"Yeah, Kane." I mocked, arching a brow. "We all know how you like to stick to rules, right? So how about you take your anger elsewhere... maybe to the mall with that witch while stay here with... Aaron winced as I read the barkeep's nametag. "And drink until-+can forgive you!"

"Knox." Kane sighed sadly, but I shook my head, unwilling to listen.

"I will be here a while... 'brother'. So have fun with the gold digger, I suggest taking our gold card."