Stepbrother: Impossible Love (11 page)

Over the next couple of months Jack and I began to see each other more and more often. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I thought Tina and Annie started thinking that maybe we were more than just friends. Still, they didn’t say anything about it.

I had other things to think about too. My mom’s wedding with John Alcott was coming up, and I was pretty excited about it. I didn’t get to see him very often, but every time I did John was just the nicest person to me, and I was glad that my mom was finally marrying someone that was going to be good to her. I just knew he would be.

As for her diabetes, my mom was managing it just fine. She was a little bit pale sometimes (which I had originally chalked up to the winter here in London), and had taken to wearing long sleeves a lot of the time, which she said was from the new sun sensitivity she was feeling since her diagnosis.

It was pretty handy, living in the same house as the person I was falling in love with. And that was really the truth of it. I tried to resist it for as long as I could, but I was falling in love with Jack.

I’d never tell him, of course. While I was so happy that the stream of girls coming into his room at night had stopped and was now replaced with only me, a part of me thought that if I told him I’d push him away for good.

After all, our relationship was still pretty taboo.

Still, when the day of the wedding arrived, that was the last thing on my mind. Well, one of the last things on my mind. I woke up early, and joined my mom and the other bridesmaids – Karen, her best friend from New York who was flown over for the wedding, Amy (ugh) and Sally. Amy had changed her hair, she had a real Posh Spice look going on now, still obviously dyed blonde.

I tried to ignore her snide remarks and just focus on the shampoo being massaged into my scalp as we got our hair done, then went back to the estate to get ready.

The ceremony was going to take place at Christ Church Cathedral, in Oxford. It was huge, definitely big enough to accommodate the over three hundred guests that had been invited. Afterwards, the reception was going to be at the estate. Luckily it was a gorgeous sunny day, and all the work that had been done in the backyard to accommodate everyone was going to pay off.

I went to my room and slipped into my gorgeous purple dress. I had to hand it to my mom, she knew how to pick a dress that flattered my curves. I admired myself in the mirror, giggling before making my way to my mom’s room, where the makeup lady was ready and waiting to get started in the enormous bathroom suite.

For three hours we all got ready. I could tell my mom was nervous. Of course, she’d never show it. But I knew. I went and got my mom a glass of champagne, and she looked at me thankfully.

“You’re the best daughter I could have ever asked for, you know?” she told me.

“Thanks, mom,” I replied. “You’re going to be fine.”

“I know. I’m just nervous. I haven’t done this in a while.”

“Mom, your last wedding was three years ago.”

“I know. But this is the first time I’ve gotten married where I’ve really felt that I could be with this man ‘till death do us part.”

“That’s sweet, mom.”

We were interrupted by the wedding planner who walked into the room suddenly, clapping her hands.

“Alright ladies, we have to be in the car to go to the Church in five minutes. Mary, I have your bouquet right here. For the rest of you, your flowers are in the main hall.”

She herded us like sheep and we made our way down, the photographer who had been hanging around us and snapping pictures following as well.

The limo waiting for us outside was extravagant. We all fit so easily inside of it, I was surprised it was small enough to legally be allowed on the road.

As we got closer to the church, the other bridesmaids began congratulating my mom. We got out of the limo and were ushered into the Church’s waiting area. Sneaking over to one of the windows, I had a look at the crowd waiting in the church, waiting for my mom to walk down the aisle.

Suddenly, my heart stopped. Sitting in the back row, in a suit and tie, something I’d never seen him wear, was Jack. I’d thought he wasn’t coming to the wedding.

Before I had a chance to think about it any more, the wedding planner came in and told us they were ready.

Since we were in England, the Bridesmaids were to enter after the bride. Lining us up, the wedding planner waited until the organ began playing Pachabel’s Cannon, then the large doors leading to the main church opened, and my mother walked forward.

The ceremony was beautiful. As we walked down the aisle every eye was on my mother, and she was radiant, as usual. When I got to the altar, standing to the left of my mother, I scanned the crowd. Most of the faces I didn’t recognize, but when my eyes found Jack at the back, his eyes found mine and he smiled at me. I was glad he was here.

Twenty minutes later, John Alcott kissed Mary Reeves, and she became Mary Alcott, in front of hundreds of witnesses.

The happy couple left the church, leaving with the photographer to take private photos for the two hours before the reception officially began. Of course, anyone who wanted to could come to the Alcott estate immediately and begin being served from the open bar or the thousands of dollars worth of little snacks available to hungry diners who didn’t want to wait for the late lunch/early dinner meal being served later.

The other bridesmaids and I, along with the groomsmen, followed in another limo not far behind the newly married couple to go get the official wedding photos taken.

After two hours my jaw was beginning to hurt from smiling so much. We’d gone to a gorgeous traditional English garden not far away, and there the photographer posed us, took photos, posed us again, and then some.

I kept myself sane by thinking about the amazing gourmet dinner my mom had decided on, I had sneaked a peek at the menu and knew that it was going to be nothing short of amazing.

Finally the photos ended and we were driven back to the Alcott estate. Amy made a single snide comment about how fat I would look in the photos, but I just ignored her, and Sally gave my hand a supportive squeeze. I couldn’t care less about John Alcott’s dumb sister; her words couldn’t bother me in the least.

As soon as I got to the reception area, I sought out Jack, and found him hanging out by one of the fountains, eating a mini quiche while watching the guests mingle.

“Hey, I didn’t think you were coming,” I told him as I sat down next to him, a glass of champagne in hand.

“Hey,” he answered, brightening up visibly as he saw me. “I wasn’t going to go. Then I figured that since the reception is going to be in my backyard anyway, I might as well go to the wedding too.”

“What did you think?”

“That your mom made a huge mistake.”

“What? Why?”

Jack just shook his head. “Nothing. It’s not my place. I might be wrong, anyway.”

“No, seriously, why do you think my mom messed up?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Seriously? We’re this close, and you can’t tell me?”

“Just forget I said anything, ok?” Jack snapped, getting up off the fountain and walking off.

“Hey, hold up,” I ordered, and he stopped.

“I know you have issues. But don’t take them out on me.”

“Fine. But I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

“Then tell me how good I look in this dress.”

Jack grinned.

“Not nearly as good as you’d look without it. But you do look stunning, Jules. I mean that.

“Thanks,” I muttered, and as good as the compliment sounded, there was suddenly a bit of a hole in my heart. I knew Jack had secrets, but this one could affect my mom. I wanted to know what the problem was.

“Listen. I know you don’t want to talk about this, but if it’s going to affect my mom, please, you have to let me know.”

Jack stared at me for a little while.

“I knew this was a mistake,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t have come here.”

With that he turned, and this time when he walked off I didn’t follow. Once again I felt that rage build up inside of me that only he could generate, that only he could make me feel.

What on earth was that man hiding?

The dinner was just as amazing as it sounded on the menu. Sitting high up on my mom’s right hand side at the banquet table, I felt like a princess looking down on her peons. Which was a hilarious thought, since half the guest list were far closer to having
actual
princess status than I ever would. We were in the back garden, it was such a gorgeous afternoon that the tents that had been ordered weren’t put up. The sun warmed the skin as it began to sink slowly down into the sky, and it was obvious that the outdoor setting was the perfect choice for this wedding.

Cream and violet tablecloths covered the two dozen round tables holding the guests, centered by gorgeous bouquets of white and purple roses, while staff came rushing in from the house with the various parts of the meal. Other waiters and waitresses middle around, waiting for drink orders from guests. Women in fancy dresses and even fancier hats watched us, but more especially my mom and John as they began their married life together at the table at the front.

Lining the side of the garden were huge vases, at least three feet tall, filled with a variety of exotic looking flowers, purple and cream or white to continue with the color scheme for the rest of the wedding.

Some wooden walls had been set up here and there, made of light wood, patterned nicely to let the light through but decorated with plants and made to look as though they’d been there for years, when really it had just been for the last week or so that an army of gardeners began their work here to make the setting for the reception perfect.

And it worked. It was absolutely gorgeous. One could not have asked for a more perfect setting for a wedding.

We ate, we drank and we were all fairly merry. Even Amy had a smile on her face. The whole wedding was going swimmingly, and we finally got to the speeches.

First up was Karen, one of the Bridesmaids, who spoke about knowing my mom since they were in their 20s, and how she had never seen my mom as happy as when she was with John.

Then it was Henry’s turn, and he spoke about how John had been alone for a long time now, and how he loved seeing his brother happy, and that he knew my mom would be a great mom to Jack as well.

My mom had asked me if I wanted to make a speech, but I had declined. Public speaking was not my forte, and in front of this many people, I couldn’t guarantee that I wasn’t just going to puke all over everyone with nerves, and nobody wanted to see that at the wedding.

Next up was John himself, who wanted to make a speech with his new wife.

They stood up, and everybody cheered. I looked up at my mom, radiant next to her new husband as he finally motioned for the crowd to be quiet and sit down. Taking the microphone from his brother, he began:

“First of all, I want to thank every single person in this room for coming, for sharing this joyous occasion with Mary and myself. It is absolutely a cause for celebration, and I hope you’re all getting plenty of food and drink into you.”

There was some light clapping from some of the tables before John continued.

“This is a celebration for me, and a sombre occasion at the same time. As you all know, eight years ago I lost my wife, Laura. She was special to me, but I know that without her death I never would have found Mary, I never would have been able to fall in love all over again.”

“LIAR!” The exclamation came from the back of the large garden area, and everyone turned to see who had just interrupted the groom’s speech.

I had already been facing that way, and was watching Jack when he yelled out the words. For an instant I thought I saw anger flicker on John’s face, but in an instant it was gone.

“Ladies and gentlemen I apologize for my son. As you can tell, he still hasn’t recovered from the loss of his mother at a young age, and he -”

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” Jack bellowed. He didn’t need  a microphone to make himself heard, his voice carried past the two dozen tables sitting between himself and his father. “My mother didn’t die. It’s about time you told the truth. You held a funeral for her, you pretended to grieve, but she’s not dead. She left. She left you, and you couldn’t handle the rejection, so you pretended she was dead because that was  easier, and because people would be more sympathetic to you that way.”

“As you can see the loss hasn’t been easy for anyone in this family,” John continued, trying to maintain the decorum of the garden reception.

“No, it hasn’t been easy for me. Because you beat my mother until she finally got the guts to leave you.”

With that revelation the over three hundred guests at the wedding gasped audibly, including me. This was what Jack couldn’t tell me. This was what he was hiding.

John Alcott’s face immediately turned a shade of red so dark he could have been mistaken for a beet. For the first time he looked like he was about to lose his composure. His hands were shaking, and every eye in the garden was on him, waiting to see what he would do next.

“Get out,” he uttered. His voice was dark, darker than I’d ever heard. He was obviously angry.

“Fine. I’m leaving. But don’t pretend this is a happy occasion, this monster has just found himself another victim,” Jack continued before turning around and walking back towards the house.

There was total and complete silence in the room for at least a few seconds. I think everyone was shell-shocked, including me.

Then, a few murmurs started up from the tables down below. I looked at my mom, she was completely pale, but I could see her trying to calm John down.

“It’s alright dear, tell them everything’s alright,” she told him.

Before anyone could say anything, I got up from my chair, and as subtlety as I possibly could, went back to the house to find Jack.

I could feel my mom’s eyes on me as I left, but I knew I had to go and see him. I wandered through the empty halls until I found him, sitting on the floor, leaning his back against the couch in one of the living rooms, bouncing a tennis ball rhythmically against the wall.

Sitting down next to him, I watched as he continued to bounce the ball.

Ba-dum-dum, ba-dum-dum, ba-dum-dum.

I don’t know how long we sat there for. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes, with neither one of us talking until finally he broke the silence.

“So now you know,” he told me.

“I do. I hadn’t realized. I’m so sorry,” I said softly.

Jack nodded. “Thanks. You know, I’ve never, ever spoken about it with anyone before. Never. Not when I was fourteen when my mom left, not afterwards. No one knows. Knew, I guess. That my dad faked her death. He didn’t want anyone to know that she had left him.”

He took a few seconds. I didn’t know what to reply, so I just took his hand and held it. He gave mine a squeeze and kept going.

“My first memory of him hitting her was when I was eight. I was supposed to be in bed, asleep, but I decided to sneak down and get a glass of water. They were fighting, and I heard the smack and her cry. I ran back up to bed without the water, I was so scared. In the morning my mom had a giant red mark on her face, which she never mentioned.”

He bowed his head and kept talking.

“Over the years I started to realize just how bad it was. And it got worse. She went to the hospital once, claimed she fell off a horse. I don’t know if the people there knew or not, but what could my mom do? My father is one of the most powerful and richest people in the country. No one was going to believe her.”

“How do you know she ran away?” I asked softly.

“Because I watched her do it. I was fourteen, it was just after an especially bad beating. I know my mom knew, at that point. After dinner, she asked to have a talk. I didn’t know what was coming. But my mom told me that dad would be staying in the city that night, as he often did. That was normal. Then she told me that she loved me, and that I was well off here, where my father had enough money to pay for everything, that it would be better for me. I didn’t know what she meant, so I went up to my room. But something didn’t sit right with me. I couldn’t sleep. So when I heard a car pull up, I went over to the window and looked out to see the taxi. That was weird. Cabs never came here, everyone always had their own private drivers.”

A tear welled up in his eye, threatening to drop onto his cheek at any second, but he held it back.

“I watched my mom get into the cab with a single suitcase and I knew she was gone. She looked up at my window and saw me. I think she was shocked at first. She didn’t expect me to still be awake at two in the morning. Then she gave me the saddest look I’ve ever seen, blew me a kiss, and waved goodbye. That was the last time I saw her.”

“And your dad pretended she was dead?”

Jack nodded. “He put a funeral notice in the paper, actually had a funeral for her, grieved, all that sort of thing. I guess he figured my mom wouldn’t care enough to contradict him, and he was right. She was just from a normal family, so it’s not like everyone knew her by sight or anything. All she had to do was move away from London and no one would have any idea who she was. I guess that was what she wanted. He paid off all the staff, it would have cost him millions, and then replaced them with new people.”

“And you kept quiet about it.”

“I did. My father came to me after, he said that if I ever said anything about it, he would write me out of the inheritance, and I’d be left with nothing. I thought about what my mom said, and how she wanted me to stay with him because of his money, because she thought I would have a better life with him. So I did it. Not for him, for my mom. She knew I’d be fine, he had never hit me. Not once. It was just her. So instead, I did whatever I wanted. I made him buy me the Lambo, and I know he hates it, but it’s basically blackmail. I flaunt it in front of him – though I’m not going to lie it’s also very, very fun to drive on its own. I do what I want, and sometimes that involves breaking the rules. Like dealing. Like getting more speeding tickets than anyone else in the city. The tattoos are legal, but my father hates them. And it makes me like them even more. This last one, the one on my right pec, doesn’t even mean anything. I just liked the design and got it for the hell of it to annoy my father. Is it healthy? Probably not. But nothing about my relationship is, and I figure it’s better to be this way than to beat women myself.”

“So what made you change your mind? Why did you tell everyone today?”

“Because I have something to lose now.”

The look in my eyes must have given away my confusion.

“You, Jules. You. I don’t want to lose you. I want you in my life, and I care about you. Hell, I love you. And because of that, I care about your mom. I don’t want her to ruin her life, I don’t want her to end up beaten and abused, feeling like there’s nothing else she can do except fly the coop in the middle of the night. I want to protect you, and that means protecting her.”

My heart melted at the moment Jack said those words.

“I love you too,” I whispered. I didn’t think about it, didn’t worry about it, I just said it. And it was the truth. I had fallen in love with Jack, fallen in love with my brother.

“It’s funny. When you first came here, I tried to drive you away, as you probably noticed.”

“Is that why you were so mean?”

“Yeah. I knew what he had done to my mom, and so I tried to make you leave on your own, in my own little way.”

“So what changed?”

“You were obviously different. I heard you talking to Oliver. I heard you give him shit for being a creepy douchebag. And I knew you could take care of yourself. And that was what I found sexiest about you. So after that, I stopped. I knew I wouldn’t manage it, and I knew that no matter what, you’d be fine.”

“And that’s why you protected me that day.”

“To be honest, no matter who it was, even if I really did hate you, I still would have stopped him. If there’s one thing in this world I can’t stand, it’s men who hit women.”

I rested my head on his shoulder and asked “so what happens now?”

Jack shrugged underneath me.

“I don’t know. I guess we’ll see if my father meant it or not when he said he’d disown me if I said anything. I’ll probably go soon. I’m not going to stay here anymore, even if it means getting kicked out of the University. I’m going to get out of here pretty soon.”

“That’s probably a good idea. I should get back to the wedding, too.”

“Yeah, you should.”

“Do you want me to come by and see you tonight? Where are you going to stay?”

“I have some friends I can stay with. Don’t worry about me.”

“I’ll text you if I hear anything important.”

“Thanks, Jules.”

Jack leaned over and planted a soft kiss on my mouth. My insides raged at his touch, wanting more, but I knew now wasn’t the time. I leaned into his kiss and let it wash over me.

I couldn’t believe Jack had just told me he loved me. And I’d said it back! I’d meant it, of course. Did that mean we were going to take our relationship to the next level? Go public, no matter what people thought? After all, we couldn’t keep our love secret forever.

Those were questions for the future. Right now, I had to get to the wedding, and see how much trouble I was in for going after Jack.