Another Mazzy Monday by Savannah Young, Sierra Avalon

gives Mazzy the slightest peck on the cheek. Almost as if he’s afraid of catching some kind of disease. She’s a trooper though. She smiles and gives a quick wave to the crowd as they snap photos of her. For someone who has never been in the limelight she seems to have adapted to it like a duck to water.
    I notice that she’s looking everywhere but directly at me. It’s almost as if she’s intentionally looking anywhere but at me. I try to will her to look my way just once. The more she ignores me the more I yearn for her attention. I feel like I’m a different person in Mazzy’s eyes. As if she can see the good in me that no one else can see because it’s been hidden for so long.  And when I see myself reflected in her eyes I see someone actually worthwhile for once in my life.
    “Do you have a wedding date planned yet?” someone yells from the crowd.
    Drew grins. “We’re still working out the details. Of course it won’t be until after the election. Wouldn’t it be great to have a wedding take place in the governor’s mansion?”
    The crowd roars with applause at the idea and my stomach sinks at the thought of Mazzy marrying my bother. Rationally I know there is no way he’d ever actually go through with it. A sham engagement is one thing, but I don’t think he’d go through with an actual marriage just for show. I hope he wouldn’t do something like that to Mazzy, or anyone else for that matter.
    When my mom and dad join Drew and Mazzy at the podium there is a frenzy of applause and photos. Then my dad motions for me to join them and I begrudgingly concede. I make my way over to the podium with the rest of my family, but I make a point of standing right next to Mazzy. Extremely close. Much closer than my brother is standing on her other side. I’m so close our arms are touching and there’s so much heat being exchanged between us she sucks in a breath before she glances in my direction.
    Neither one of us takes our eyes off of each other for a long moment. I feel like we’re frozen in time and I’d be glad to stay this way, but we both know there are about a hundred people all staring at us, some of them still snapping photos. A picture of the two of us eye fucking each other with my brother standing right next to us really isn’t the image we want to portray to the conservative party. That’s an image even the liberal party in our country would probably have a hard time accepting.
    “We have plenty of hors d'oeuvres and even more to drink,” my father announces to another round of thunderous applause. If he hadn’t run against such formidable opponents when he made his bids for governor Drew may have been a second generation candidate to hold that office. I think that’s one of many reasons why it’s so important to my dad for Drew to win. He’s been waiting for the day when he can live the life as the governor vicariously through my brother.
    Once the grand announcement fervor has died down a bit I make my way over to the bar for something a little harder than a flute of champagne.
    “Gin. On the rocks.”
    The bartender is a cute blonde with stunning blue eyes and a big smile. She’s the type of girl I’d normally go for and would probably have little trouble bedding, but I’m so caught under Mazzy’s spell the bartender pales in comparison. My dick doesn’t even twitch when she bends down to fill my glass with ice and I catch a glimpse of her ample breasts in the V of her open neck shirt.
    When she hands me the drink she makes a point of giving me what is probably her most seductive grin. “Aren’t you Drew Graham’s brother?”
    I nod. Whenever anyone asks me that question it makes me feel like she’ll settle for me if she can’t have my brother. I never want to be someone’s second best.
    I down the drink in one big gulp and order another. The bartender is quick to pour me a second, but she lingers holding the glass when I reach for it. When our eyes meet she says, “I