or space was ever enough for him. He would just lock things up in a vault, and forget the combination. Maybe that's why it was so easy with Owen. When he let me in, it was almost cathartic for me. To know that not all men were closed books was refreshing, and in turn I was able to let him in as well.

Mister Foster opened the desk drawer in front of him, and pulled out two manila folders. He handed one to each of the boys, and then he sat back, and waited. I tried to catch a glimpse of the contents but I was too short, and Owen was reading too intently. After a few torturous minutes, Owen tossed his folder onto the desk in anger.

“This is bullshit.” He said.

His father shrugged his shoulders. “I think it's more than fair all things considered.”

“You can't just leave the company to some illegitimate son you had thirty years ago!”

“I can and will do whatever I please, with my company.” He said, taking another sip from his glass. “I want the family business to stay a family business. Your children will be the future of this company.”

“But to force me to get married? After everything that happened with Abigail-”

“Abigail was an unfortunate situation, and if she were still alive then Derek wouldn't even be here right now.”

“I deserve to be here just as much as he does.” Derek said, with loathing.

“Do you though?” Owen asked.

“That's enough.” I said, getting irritated. “I need some air.”

Owen tried to reach for my hand, but I brushed him off. I had; had enough of the testosterone overload, and feared if I didn't get out now I'd find myself back in the bathroom. I could faintly hear Derek egging Owen on as I headed towards the front door, and I rolled my eyes. Of all the men I had to meet, and fall head over heels in love with, he just had to be my exes long lost brother.

I shivered when I stepped outside, even though it was nearly ninety degrees. I started walking towards the truck then, remembering that Owen still had my keys. I spotted a bench off to the left, over looking a rose garden, so I opted to sit there. The smell of the roses wafted through the breeze and I closed my eyes, inhaling the sweet scent.

My mind was reeling. Did Mister Foster really want Owen to get married in order to keep the family business? And why was he so dismissive when it came to Abigail? I thought more about what Derek said. Was it really possible that he actually wanted to keep the business intact? I guess there was always a first time for everything.

There was something bothering me about this entire thing though. When Owen, and I walked into the office Derek wasn't surprised. Did that mean he knew who Owen was the day he stopped the elevator? Why not say something then? It would explain his anger, and the way that he was acting. Why he was so insistent on getting me back. I opened my eyes, and that's when I realized that Owen was standing in front of me.

“Oh!” I said, placing my hand over my heart. “You startled me.”

“I'm sorry.” He said, before sitting down on the bench beside me.

“Are you alright?” I asked, placing my hand over his.

“I should be asking you that. You aren't getting sick are you?”

“My stomach's been out of sorts since we got here. Maybe it's the move?”

“You haven't exactly slept the best recently either.”

“Now that you mention it... I am feeling a bit tired.”

He placed his arm around me, and I rested my head on his shoulder.

“He thinks that if I'm not married, with some sort of family that I won't be able to keep the business going. If I die, without any kids then the business dies with me.”

“That's why he brought Derek in.” I said, knowingly. “We were getting married. I wanted kids. He was- he was just using me.”

“I hate to be that guy... but was there a reason you were so concerned about him?”

“You punched him three times in the face, Owen. I just wanted to make sure that you didn't kill him.” I teased.

“I can't believe that your ex is my brother.”

“I can't believe it either.” I said, pausing for a second to find my nerve. “Does it change things for you?”

“With us?”

“Yeah.”

“It's not like I can just un-love you, Unicorn.”

I tilted my head, giving him a soft kiss on the crook of his neck.

“What do you want to do about the business?”

“I'm not sure yet. Maybe consult a lawyer? See if there's some kind of loophole to my dad's will?”

“Do you even want to run the business? I mean, I know it wasn't high on your list of things to do. What about writing?”

“I can't let Derek just come in, and take my family's legacy. Even if I have no idea what I'm doing, I have to at least try. My grandfather would have wanted me to.”

“Lucky for you, your girlfriend was a marketing major.”

“I couldn't ask you to-”

“I'm branching out, remember? Besides, I can't un-love you either.”

NINETEEN

AFTER YESTERDAY'S ORDEAL, added to the fact that I was exhausted I took it upon myself to sleep in. When I finally opened my eyes it was just after eleven AM. I hadn't slept that late since I was a teenager. I yawned stretching my limbs, before climbing out of bed and directly into my shower. As I stood under the hot spray, I tried to wash away the guilt that I was feeling.

In my head, I knew that there was no way of knowing that Owen and Derek were brothers. In my heart however... I was genuinely broken. The scariest part of the whole thing were my feelings for Owen. I didn't care about what Derek thought of me, but Owen's opinion mattered. I never wanted him to look at me any differently than he did

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