MY FIANCE'S BROTHER

CHAPTER ONE. For better for Worse?

Olivia;

I was a mess.

My heart slammed in my rib cage as I stared at the massive building through the car window beside me.

"Come on, Olivia," my fiancè, Marcus Kingston, said softly, and I turned to stare at him, his deep blue eyes trying to give me all the reassurance I needed, but I was far from being calm.

"You need to relax, baby. You've been fidgeting throughout the ride. Barely even said a word."

" What if they don't...y'know, like me?" My voice was low, but desperate.

My other hand absentmindedly flicked the engagement ring on my left finger. A habit I'd grown accustomed to since Marcus proposed.

Don't get me wrong, I love Marcus, but I just didn't know why I was this nervous. Maybe it was because I'd never officially met the Kingstons and I sure as hell had never been engaged before.

"You're kidding," he chuckled, "our marriage is literally arranged by both families, Liv. I don't see why you should be this nervous."

"I know that. But this is the first time I'm officially meeting them. I'm allowed to be a little nervous."

"And I love that you care, baby. I do too. This shows that this is more than an arranged marriage." He smirked.

"Yea, but...can we reschedule?" I took off the seatbelt and climbed onto his lap, finding his lips for a kiss.

"We cant." He wrapped his arms around me, chuckling. "It's our engagement party tonight, which happens to be the only day I get to see my complete family. My sister...."

".... haven't been home for years now, and my stuck-up brother, who never values family, will be there." I finished for him with a resigned sigh.

"Took the words right out of my mouth again." Marcus smiled and cupped my face, "Really, you have nothing to be nervous about, baby. I'm here beside you. For better, for worse?"

"Hey!" I hit his chest, laughing, "You're getting ahead of yourself, aren't you?"

His lips brushed over mine slowly, " It's only a matter of time. To me, you're already my wife. I love you so much, Olivia."

He took my lips, his fingers sliding into my hair as he kissed me deeply. The hand on my waist pulled me closer.

I kissed him back. Hard. Pouring my worries into it, while his lips did their best to reassure me. Still, it didn't help to untangle the knots in my belly.

I slid towards him, straddling him, my hips automatically grinding against him, wanting desperately to feel him. To get rid of this ache.

"Here?" he asked, breathless, looking out the car window. "Baby, we're literally...."

"Please," I whispered through his mouth. "I need this."

We were in his car, outside his parent's estate and right now, I don't care. I just needed something to cling to. Besides, no one can see us through the tinted glasses from outside.

Marcus pulled away slightly, and