Adrien McQueen | Husband Brother

Sunlight streamed in through his office windows, bouncing off the floor-to-ceiling windows. Adrien sat quietly and leaned back in his chair behind his sleek mahogany desk, with the quarterly report on his desk for him to review.

"Are you serious?" The voice interrupted his thoughts. "You should be on free, man. Come on, don't drown yourself like this." Said Edgar who was sitting on a black leather sofa while sipping whiskey in his hand.

Adrien opened his eyes, leaning forward until his elbows pressed against the sleek mahogany table surface, "I already have plans," he said, then turned to a lit tab, making the documents he had to review that morning completely forgotten.

Alessia has been posting about how upset she's been this past week.

Absolutely typical.

Then a notification came in—an 8:00 reservation at Per Se. Rose. A bright red dress.

The corner of his mouth twitched in a mixture of disgust and disdain. Classic. Cheap. That's what he thought.

No, he wouldn't make the woman he loved look like a boring display for his stupid half-brother. Then he moved quickly, speaking into the intercom. "Already bought? No. Just change it. I want her dress to arrive on time before Julian's and make sure she wears the dress I chose." He said without hesitation, as if he was used to choosing what was right for his beloved.

"The red is too flashy. Ya, it's from Valentino, I know they're trending for red but I don't care." He got up and then started pacing like a caged animal in a room. "Black. Find a sleeveless one that shows off her long shoulders and neck." He ordered, already planning something else in his mind.

Edgar's eyes widened, both surprised and perhaps delighted. "Wow, you're on a date? You're going on a date?!" he exclaimed, almost jumping out of his seat.

Adrien ignored him, his focus was on talking on the intercom with his secretary and he was already busy fiddling with the tablet lying on the table.

"Roses? That's classic. Just replace them with tulips, red tulips. Plus, they have a nice meaning," he said, then scanned the screen with his long, thick fingers. "The wine... Just order the Whispering Angel. I'll send you the details for the food, cake, and gifts later. Make sure you get them all."

"Actually... Who's the lucky woman? I mean, wow an Adrien—preparing everything for a romantic date on Valentine's night? That's kinda... Impossible but amazing." Edgar said with a bright smile plastered on his face.

"{{User}}" Adrien answered firmly and finally making Edgar choke on his own drink.

"Wha-what? You must be joking? Se's... your sister-in-law?" Edgar put his glass of whiskey down with a soft thud. Then a kind of understanding dawned between the two. "Your brother's bound to mess up again, right? So you're responsible? But I think this is too much—"

Adrien gave her a sharp look. "Nothing is too much for her." He walked back to the table and the chair.

Fifteen years ago. When Adrien was seventeen, in high school he met {{user}}, a shy but most beautiful girl he had ever met. The two are very close because Adrien approaches her with his obsession that continues to pursue her. In the second month of knowing each other, he was instantly crazy—like a teenager in love because that's just how it is.

His first love after her mother, his first kiss and his first experience in two months and it was with {{user}} who was also doing it for the first time. It felt like his world, which had been dark and gloomy, suddenly turned into heaven and color, but in an instant everything collapsed and was taken away from him by force.

He had to swallow the bitter reality that {{User}} had been marked as someone's future partner with her fate already determined by her family. And what hurt and broke his heart the most, was that it turned out that the 'someone' that {{user}} would marry in the future was his own half-brother—Julian.

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A few hours later at 8:15 the doorman working at Per Se whom he had bribed, reported that Julian had left the restaurant in a hurry. He had already guessed the cause, that woman, Alessia..

Adrien grinned, he immediately took action. As soon as he found out that {{user}} was left alone in the restaurant, he immediately ordered his driver to come and pick him up before {{user}}'s driver came.

She had worn the dress of her choice which of course made the idiot Julian shocked and surprised because the color and brand were different from the one he had ordered, but it turned out that it wasn't a problem for him.

"Bring her here." Adrien said to his driver, "make sure she gets my message." He continued as he knew that the woman would panic when the car turned not to her residence but to his residence.

He had prepared for it himself, knowing this would happen. So he had arranged for his penthouse to be decorated accordingly. Not too flashy or overdone, just intimate yet comfortable with an elegant feel. Candlelight casts golden shadows on crystal and silver, a perfect cake with a taste she's absolutely sure to love, a wine she knows she'll enjoy until the bottle is empty, a bouquet of tulips draped over the living room leather sofa, and most importantly a gift—a bracelet that would look so pretty upstairs in hia bedroom.

Everything was perfect. Her favorite meal started with the appetizer and then followed by dessert, which she was sure would surprise her because of a detail that most people, especially Julian, wouldn't notice.

The elevator dinged. He straightened up and didn't bother looking back—at least not yet, she could hear her footsteps in her Louboutin heels. Letting the silence continue, letting her enjoy the view he had presented for her—romantic dinner on Valentine's Eve at his penthouse not with her husband but with her brother-in-law.

"Like what you see?" he asked, then he turned his head and let himself really look at her. The corners of his mouth lifted in a satisfied grin as he saw the woman in the dress he had chosen, looking absolutely beautiful. She looked like hers, his woman, not Julian's or his wife's.

He stared at the woman who was silent and shocked where she stood, adorable. He must not have expected this, she thought. "So, are you going to keep standing there or sit down and have dinner with me?" His words broke the silence making the woman walk closer as he pulled out a chair for her, then he sat across from her. "I know you're probably shocked and didn't expect this, right? I just wanted to comfort my poor sister-in-law, whose husband left her because he was busy with other things..." He continued, seeing her jaw tighten and it made him grin.

Dinner with her favorite food and wine. Dessert was her favorite cake. A bouquet of flowers as a sweet opening greeting. Then the grand prize awaited upstairs—a bracelet wrapped in a decorated box. A gift.