Colt did not recognize me, but I was not surprised. Even my own father would not recognize me. 

"Have you made a decision?" My aunt asked, and I looked away from my monitor screen. My eyes followed hers round my office, at the gift bags and boxes all over.

"They are really working hard to be picked." She looked up, and pinned her hazel eyes on me.

"No." I shook my head. "These are all from the second son."

"What?" My aunt yelped. But just as quickly she regained her composure. "You are not going to choose him, are you?"

"It's not the weekend yet."

She frowned at me, "Watch yourself girl. You are no queen yet," she said, her voice dropping several degrees.

I said nothing, knowing at times like these it was best to be quiet around my aunt. She stared at me for several more seconds before she sighed. 

"You will be the Queen of all this," she waved her hand around my office, as soon as you give the family an heir, and a logical number of spares."

I nodded quietly. 

"But I do not want the younger son for you. I will not watch you relive your mother's mistake!"

I stood up so quickly my chair crashed back, startling her. She said nothing more, took her bag and left.

I walked to the window to stare out, breathing through my mouth to calm my nerves.

At that moment, I heard a quick knock and the door opened. 

"Mr Fletcher is here to see you."

"I do not see anyone without an appointment, Emma." I said, "There are no exceptio..." I trailed off as I turned around to see Colt walking past her.

"Sir, you cannot..." Emma started to say.

"That will be all girl," he cut in, waving her off nonchalantly.

Emma looked at me, and I nodded.

"How can I help you, Mr Fletcher?" I took my seat as the door closed gently behind Emma.

"Coffee would do," he said, staring directly at me. 

He was shirtless again today, his tattoos visible under the open leather jacket, and my office lights bounced off his nipple ring.

My hand shook slightly as I picked up the desk phone. Here, alone in my office with him, my resolve was not as strong as it should be.

"Emma. One cup of coffee please," I said, and placed the phone back down.

"It's impolite not to have ordered one for yourself."

"I have no thirst." I replied calmly, and his eyes burned into me as his fingers caressed his abs absentmindedly.

I quickly grabbed my mouse, pressing my knees together beneath the table. 

I had gone one whole year without sex, a monumental achievement for a woman with my condition. I was not about to lose that to this fool.

Emma opened the door at that minute, and I was tempted to ask her to stay and take notes for me or something.

She stole a glance at Colt as she set the tray down, but he did not look at her even once. 

The man was still so arrogant. How had he not recognized Emma? Unlike me, the woman had not changed one bit.

"I'll be clocking off in twenty-three minutes," I said, turning to my monitor when Emma left. "Do you have something to say?"

"Yes."

"Oh, good. Let's hear it."

"You should marry me."  

My fingers froze on my keyboard. I would laugh if I was not so bloody enraged at his audacity. Turning around, I decided to humor him. "Why should I?"

"Why shouldn't you?"

"Is this how you convince your investors? I see why Quiver Corporation is struggling." 

"You..." He flew up from his seat, but I did not move, did not even flinch, just stared at him.

He stopped. "Do you know me?"

I stopped breathing, but managed to maintain my posture. Had he recognized me already?

"Did I ever do anything to you? Because I cannot understand why you are so damn rude to me, sending my gifts back every evening, and talking down on me when you burn for me."

"What?" I gasped.

"You get so damn wet every time you see me."

My jaw was hanging now, my eyes as round as donuts. "What did you just say to me?" I said, standing up slowly.

"I mean no offense Olivia, but I can smell you, and it's so fucking arousing."

"Miss Auclair to you!" I finally screamed, pointing angrily at him.

"Don't get excited lady, your bouncing tits are distracting."

My hand flew up to cover my mouth, "You pervert."

"No. I only have a habit of saying what other men would think in their head but pretend otherwise."

"You really think I will pick you now?"

He closed our distance in one move, and stood before me. "Why not? I am as intelligent as Dean, strong, but unlike him, I can fulfill those desires you are too embarrassed to tell your girlfriends."

"Get out!" My whole body was trembling now. I was losing control. 

I had forgotten just how good at dirty talking Colt was.

Breathing against my face, his eyes tracing my cleavage line, his tattoos. Good god, his fucking tattoos...

"Get out!" I screamed louder this time, taking two steps back. "If you show up again before the weekend, the Fletchers can kiss this marriage arrangement goodbye."

He gave me a long look, turned and left. 

As soon as he closed the door, I ran for it and turned the lock. Then I grabbed a pillow from the couch and screamed into it. 

The idiot!

But venting was not enough. Colt had broken something inside me all over again.  My one-year abstinence streak? Useless now. 

I ran to my desk and grabbed my smartphone, skimping for my therapist's number with a blurry vision even as my knees shook.

"Ugghnn." I threw my head back and pressed my knees together as I placed the phone against my ear.

My therapist's kind voice greeted me, from her voice mail.

I threw my phone down on the desk, breathing heavily. I did not want to do this. I really did not.

I couldn't have come so far just to break this way.

I unbuttoned my shirt for ventilation, but my hand brushing over my chest aroused me more. My nails dug into the desk as my other hand somehow found their way to my nipples.

"Fuck." I bit back the moan. 

My fingers picked up pace, twirling around my nipple to the image of Colt's hungry eyes just now.

I moaned this time because somehow my fingers suddenly felt like Colt's. 

I was making too much noise at this point, so I hurried to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

There, I fell to my knees in front of the mirror. His memory was so vivid he could as well have been kneeling behind me.

The bed of my nails found my clit and journeyed up and down the arc.

"Ughnn," I bit my lip to the sensation. How had I stayed off all sexual activities for so long?

"Fuck you, Colt." I cursed, a tear slipping out my eye.

I'd been doing so well.

I heard his voice behind me, telling me to go on and fuck him, so staring in the mirror I slipped my fingers in me.

My eyes scanned my curves as I rode what I imagined to be Colt's fingers. I appreciated my impossibly tiny waist, the generous curve of my hips, and my naked breasts bouncing as I moved faster.

My moans rose higher and higher till I felt the familiar tremor in my abdomen and squirted all over my office bathroom floor.

The tears fell heavy from my eyes now. But I wiped them off savagely and stood up.

This was much better than letting that idiot touch me ever again. Getting distracted by him now would cost me my life.

I crossed my legs on the brown leather couch. 

Tossing my hair back, I flashed Dean Fletcher a wide smile without acknowledging Colt's presence.

"You look stunning, La Rose." Dean's deep voice dripped with secret promises.

"Really?" I fanned my face comically, and he let out a deep laugh.

"Thank you," I said finally, my hand slowly running down my thigh. 

Dean was not as confident as his brother. He blushed and looked away.

My eyes finally met Colt, and his gaze was piercing. But I remained poker-faced, and tension descended into the room.

Still, he did not look away. 

He sat with careless arrogance, legs spread, shirtless as always, his ringed fingers drumming on the empty seat beside him.

Did the man not own a shirt? He wore every damn thing without one. Suits, coats, now a knee-length blazer.

Dean cleared his throat, and laughed nervously. "I know this is an awkward situation, and an odd question, but have you decided which one of us you'll marry?"

"Why is it odd?" I turned to him with a frown.

"What?" He blinked.

I stared, waiting.

"I mean." Dean stumbled over his words. "This only used to happen centuries ago."

"Do you mean modern women do not deserve to pick the best of the bunch?"

"I never said that." Dean hurriedly began to speak, but paused, squinting at me. 

He looked conflicted, unable to decide if I had just insulted him.

I smiled slowly, "I am afraid we will have to do more archaic things today." I looked from one brother to the other.

"I cannot choose between you two."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"I took great care in accessing both your qualities. Trust me." I grabbed my bag, "I have a chart illustration if you would like to see."

"No, no," they said in unison.

I smiled, and placed my bag down on the side table again. 

"You're both wonderful men," I shook my head for effect. "But you're equally matched."

They watched me silently.

"Except for one important factor. But I have no information on that."

"What is it?" Dean Fletcher scooted to the edge of his seat.

"I'd like to see you both arm wrestle to determine who is stronger." 

For several seconds, both men were frozen in place as a hush settled in the private suite. Colt was the first one to break out of the ice mold.

"Is this fun for you?"

"You can choose a boxing match instead. I only want to be certain I am marrying the stronger brother."

"Why does that matter, Miss Auclair?" Dean Fletcher squinted in confusion.

"Because every woman desires a strong husband capable of protecting her."

"This is ridiculous!" Colt shot to his feet. 

I stood up, covering the distance between us till our faces were just one inch apart.

"I am bringing my family's wealth, our legacy that has been carefully maintained over generations to the Fletchers, a struggling giant, and you think my request is ridiculous?" Our eyes locked.

"Let's calm down." Dean Fletcher moved to separate us.

"I am sorry for wasting your time, gentlemen." I turned around and grabbed my bag.

"Olivia," Dean Fletcher stepped in front of me. "My brother can be quite passionate sometimes." He winced, running his hand through his hair in distress.

"That is bad for business," my voice came out flat.

"I know."

"You know?" Colt spat. "I am not the one with a struggling business."

"Bring your voice down, brother." Dean said calmly, but the look in his eyes frightened me for a second.

"Or?" Colt swaggered up to us.

My back stiffened, painfully away of his body heat and how close he stood now. 

Dean laughed darkly, "It would be stupid to waste this rage. Let's measure dick on that table."

"Sure." Colt shrugged, and turned around. 

He leaned in close to me, and inhaled deeply. My fingers tightened around my purse strap.

"Just how wet are you?" He murmured in my ear. "It smells good." 

I was struggling so hard now my head began to drum in a headache.

He brushed my hair back gently. "I will win, wed you, and fuck that arrogance out of you."

I inhaled unintentionally.

"Good girl," he smiled coyly, walking away.

I could barely concentrate as the brothers prepared to arm wrestle. The room had become unbearably hot as Colt took off his jacket, exposing his burly tattooed arms, hard as timber.

I painfully resisted pressing my knees together, because my legs were in full view.

By the time Colt grabbed his brother's arm, thick forearm veins standing out, I was sweating.

This was torture and definitely a bad idea. I was so wet now I was grateful my dress was black, but terrified the leather seat might have evidence when I stood up.

The brothers struggled for a couple of seconds.

Then Colt groaned, pushing Dean's hand down. It was such an erotic sound it sent electricity coursing down my back,

He turned to me with a victorious smile as Dean looked away. 

Despite Colt winning, I was supposed to choose his brother. That had been the plan before I even met them.

But now I wonder if I could just take the risk of choosing Colt.

I shook my head. My lust was interfering with logic.

"Well done." I smiled at Colt for the first time, standing up. "But I cannot marry you."

"What?" Both brothers said in unison.

I took a step towards Dean, and stood by his side. "You will make a great husband, Dean Fletcher." I batted my lashes at him, and the man literally melted.

"What the hell do you think you are doing, Olivia?" Colt thundered.

Dean turned frosty eyes towards him now. "That's done. You will speak to my future wife with respect."

"What?" Colt chuckled in disbelief, covering the distance between us.

This was supposed to be my first moment of victory, so why was my heart breaking at the hurt look in Colt's eyes?

I turned, hurrying away. But Colt grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

Dean pushed him off. "And you will keep a respectful distance away from her.

I bolted.

The look of betrayal in Colt's eyes was doing something to me.

"Olivia," Dean called, running after me, but I did not stop till he grabbed my waist and spun me around.

I grabbed his face and kissed him.  They were brothers. They had to be similar. 

Dean Fletcher would drive Colt away from my mind.

But his kiss was slow, nothing at all like Colt's, still fresh in my memory from eleven years ago.

I deepened the kiss, my hand landing on his abs and traveling downwards where we stood in the empty lobby. 

Dean bucked against me, but when I grabbed his dick it was limp.

I frowned, stroking it, my fingers moving fast. But it remained heavy and flaccid in my palm.

I flinched away from him, my cheeks burning in embarrassment.

"No. It's not you, Olivia," Dean said, hurriedly. "I find you hot as fuck."

I frowned at him, still too stunned to speak.

"You have agreed to be my wife. So you should know this." He paused and ran his hand over his face, his skin turning as red as mine must have looked. "I have Erectile Dysfunction."

"Dean?" I placed my phone against my ear and pushed my seat back.

"I have a surprise for you..." He sang the words like a children's rhyme and I could not resist laughing.

Dean was so sweet I knew he would be my biggest weakness when my plans went live.

"Tell me." I was smiling from ear to ear as I picked up my bags and walked out of my office.

"That's not how surprises work, pretty lady," he said, making me blush. "Are you free tonight?"

"Sure, leaving the office now." I responded, waving at Emma as I walked past her desk. She smiled at me, and nodded.

"Good. I'll pick you at 8?"

"Perfect. What should I wear?"

"Nothing," he said. I gasped on air, giggling, "But something slutty works too."

"Dean!"

"Yes, sexy." He responded, and I shook my head, laughing as the elevator doors closed. 

"See you soon," I said. 

He blew a kiss and hung up. 

I sighed, closed my eyes and leaned my back against a wall in the elevator as it shot down.

Every day since the past one last month, I have been grateful I did not freak out that night and change my mind.

Dean was actually the best of both brothers. Responsible, yet fun. And good lord, was he a gentleman.

The elevator chimed, and I walked out into the garage, trying not to even think of Colt. I had not seen him since that day, but he was always with me. He was in my head.

Dean arrived ten minutes early, and waited for me in his corvette.

"A woman who is punctual? I am a lucky man." He kissed my hand, and opened the passenger door as my aunt watched us from the balcony.

"How can you steal the moon's spotlight, Mrs Auclair," he shouted up at her and blew a kiss.

My aunt's laugh rang into the night smooth as a carol while we drove off. I glanced at Dean and turned my head to the window to hide my smile.

"You can say it."

"What?" I was resisting laughter now.

"Your aunt is tempted to be the bride now."

"Aren't you a vulgar man, Mr Fletcher?" I said, turning to him. And he laughed in his rich baritone. 

The house we stopped at looked quiet on the outside, but inside, it was a full-blown club.

"Congratulations." A confetti popped in our faces, startling a scream out of me as the guests cheered.

Dean pulled me in and kissed me soundly. 

When he pulled back, he was smiling, "I thought we deserved a small party before the engagement party this weekend?"

"Yes." I smiled at him,

He led me down the aisle our guests had made to the center of the stage to dance. 

"I'll make you moan tonight," he whispered in my ears as he rocked my body on the dance floor.

I turned to him in surprise. He nodded, smiling excitedly. "That is the surprise."

I had no idea what toys or quick fixes he found, but his excitement was infectious. I smiled at him, happy for the first time in a long time.

Until I saw Colt. He was staring at us, leaning against the banisters on the floor above, smoking, his gold rings twinkling in the near darkness.

His eyes were fixed on mine, his gaze intense as he created smoke rings in the air from his cigar puffs.

"Olivia."

I jumped, turning to Dean, who had disengaged from me, terrified he had seen us. But his eyes looked distracted.

"I have an international call. It might take some time, but I will be back."

Before I could utter a word of protest, he kissed me and was gone.

Bloody hell. This was the worst kind of place he could leave me exposed to his brother.

I glanced up, but Colt was gone. I sighed in relief till I saw him on the ground floor, walking up to me.

I turned, hurrying away, past two men sucking on a stripper's boobs, past the snooker table where two men kissed passionately.

There was no place to hide away from Colt. I glanced back, and he was hot on my heels, smiling, enjoying my fear.

I finally stopped before the beverage dispenser, and in a second Colt was breathing in my ear.

"You should not marry Dean." 

"I don't want to talk to you." My voice came out trembling, and Colt laughed. 

I grabbed one of the red cups and filled it with cocktail from one of the many dispensers.

"You should..."

I drank the cool liquid in large gulps.

 "...not drink that." Colt finished weakly.

"You cannot control me. Stop trying." I lashed out at him, my heart racing.

"Do you know what you just drank, Sonsy?"

My eyes widened, and Colt moved closer. 

"Yea. I was stupid to not have recognized you sooner." He drew closer. "The only woman who can get a reaction out of me." His tongue flicked my ear.

I jumped back and slapped him. "The SICK DOUGH you mean?"

His eyes darkened. "I was a child." 

"Oh, fuck you." I spat and began to walk away. But he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"I will scratch your eyes out if you do not get your hand off me this minute." I panted, worried at the sudden heat I was feeling.

"I cannot let you go anywhere in this state, Olivia."

"What state? Who do you think you are? You are nothing to me." I yelled in his face, struggling to get my arm out of his hand.

But the man was strong, his grip like vice.

"Do you know what you just drank? Look around you." He yelled back.

I blinked, turning around, and realized people were coupling more indiscriminately. I could not hear their moans over the loud music, but their lips were slack.

My eyes widened. What the hell was this place?

"This is a sex party," Colt said, reading my thoughts. "And no one drank even half a cup from that dispenser."

I turned to him in horror. What had I done? I was already hypersexual as it was, with a fiancé who could not get it up.

The look in Colt's eyes showed he knew the predicament I was in.

All my classmates knew my condition, thanks to Samantha, who stole my diary and read it out to the class.

"This is all your fault," I said, and began to beat Colt's chest. 

"Stop it. We have to leave here now. You'll soon lose control."

"I need Dean. Where is Dean?" I began to turn away, but immediately felt myself hurled off the floor. 

Colt slung me over his shoulder and hurried out of the party.

I wanted to struggle, but I was having a fucking orgasm from my sequin dress brushing over my clit because of Colt's jerky movement as he hurried away.

I was a mess by the time we arrived at the hotel. I could not breathe or see clearly. 

I wanted anything to fit in all my holes. Anything at all, as long as it was clean.

My body was a breathing lava and Colt looked like he was in pain, watching me in torment.

I did not want to fuck my brother-in-law. The thought was disgusting. But he was my biggest crush, and I was a nymphomaniac who had just drunk a whole cup of whatever.

It was a lethal combination.

"Let's try the shower. Come," Colt said, lifting me off the floor, and hurrying to the bathroom,

It took every last thread of morality in me not to kiss him and hold him. 

He would not resist. He wanted me, badly.

He dropped me gently and turned on all the showers.  

I tore my dress and underwear off as the shower hit me from all angles, desperate for the coolness that was spreading all over my body. Colt hurriedly turned his back to me.

But the relief was temporary.

"Colt!" I cried out, sinking to the floor in defeat. "It's not working."