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Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 048: Me. Myself. And My Desires
I set my bag down on the couch and sink into the seat.Mom turns sideways. Her eyes are soft but expectant. Waiting for something.An answer.A promise.A miracle, maybe.‘Meet someone new.’Like it’s that simple.Like I’ll just show up to this magical barbecue, beam a dazzling smile at some guy, and he’ll be The One.A perfect suburban fantasy.God.The worst part is…I know she’s not completely wrong.Being with Knox might be dangerous. The man himself is a danger. I can feel it every time he looks at me with those eyes—heavy-lidded and full of promises that don’t look anything like good intentions. He’s into something dark; that's for sure. I can feel it in my bones.Something he won’t talk about.And I’ve seen enough movies to know how this goes.It’s always the girlfriend who ends up kidnapped by the main character’s rival, drowned in a bathtub, or shot through the heart in a drive-by—because she loved the wrong man.But Knox never pretended he was good.Not once.And I…I accep
Last Updated : 2025-04-30Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 049: Hit And Run
*** ~~FINN~~ *** Delilah hasn’t stopped glaring at me. She’s sitting to my left in the only visitor chair in the room, arms crossed so tightly across her chest I’m half-convinced she’s trying to fold herself in half. Her legs are angled away from me, but her eyes—they haven’t moved. Not once. Not since the doctor gave her visitation clearance. “Could you stop with the looks, please?” I grumble, adjusting myself on the hospital bed. My arm is immobilized in a heavy-duty sling, wrapped and elevated with what feels like ten pounds of gauze and Velcro. “I’m already in pain as it stands. I don’t need you breathing down my neck.” Delilah only glares harder. “I could go to jail for what I did,” she says. “No, you won’t. I asked you to do it. It was my decision.” She looks away for the first time, fingers threading through her hair as she rubs her temple. Her voice comes quieter. Tighter. “Still doesn’t change the fact that I stupidly agreed to break your arm with a hammer and
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I exhale. “Just our usual problems. You know how it is.” She's still skeptical but nods. “Alright. So who do I need to call? Your mom? Your dad?” I shake my head. “No. Don’t. My family’s far away. There’s no need to make them panic and hop on a plane. You’re my only friend here.” I meet her eyes. “You’re enough.” She hesitates. Her gaze drops to the floor, then back to me. “I’ll call Knox.” “No!” Too fast. “I have to let someone know,” she says. “Just relax, Finn. Lay back.” I watch her pull out her phone and walk toward the hallway. My stomach sinks. This isn’t going as planned. She’s supposed to sit here. Feed me jello. Fluff my pillow. Cry a little maybe. Re-forge the bond I’ve been trying to drag back together since the wedding fell apart. But instead, she’s dialing him. And just before she walks out of earshot, I hear her say: “Hey, babe. So, um, your brother got in an accident and—” I close my eyes. Shit. Knox is going to come. He’ll hear Sloane’s voice. Hear tha
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“Bunny,” I breathe, crossing the distance in a few long strides and pulling her straight to my chest. She melts into me. Just folds into my body like she belongs there. No hesitation. I kiss her forehead, bending slightly because she’s always smaller without her heels. “It’s not your fault,” I murmur. “Shit happens.” “I left him,” she whispers. “I knew how psychotic he can get when he feels abandoned. Yet I left.” “You had to. People meet, and they part ways.” She pulls back, eyes red-rimmed but clear. “I’m going to make sure he gets help.” I brush her bangs out of her face, fingers lingering on her temple. “Of course. He’ll get all the help he needs. I’ll see to that.” She nods. Her eyes search mine like she’s looking for something final in them. Some reassurance. “Should we call your parents?” she asks. “He broke an arm, right?” “Yes. And he’s concussed.” “Can he talk?” “Yeah.” “Can he move?” “Yes.” “He’ll survive. Just wait down the hall for me, alright? I gotta ch
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*** ~~SLOANE~~ *** I've been in love with my best friend, Finn Hartley, since we met in college ten years ago. It's not like I'll ever tell him I have feelings for him. I know he doesn't see me that way. He probably won't ever see me that way. Right now, we’re in his living room, and I’m holding him to my chest, listening to him sob. That damn girlfriend of his has broken his heart again, the third time this year. "I can't believe she did this to me, Sloane," Finn says. I run my fingers through his hair, trying to ignore how good it feels. "What exactly did she do?" I ask. "You still haven't told me." "I don't know how to say it." "Well, start from somewhere." My patience is wearing thin. I've been here for hours, sacrificing my Saturday to watch him disintegrate. I don't know why he bothers crying when he'll be back in her bed by next week anyway. They do this every damn time. I should be more sympathetic, I know. But ten years of watching him chase after the same to
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I feel my face flame. Who does this girl think she is?"I'm not," Finn replies, not even pausing to think."Bummer." Amber pouts. "I do want to see her naked, though."What's her problem? Is she mocking me? Making fun of the plain, awkward friend? Or is there something genuine in her interest? Either way, I don't want to stick around to find out.I turn and push my way through the crowd, heading for the restroom, needing space, air, silence.Stupid, stupid, stupid, I chant silently. What did I expect would happen tonight?In the bathroom, I lean against the sink, staring at my reflection in the smudged mirror. "Get your shit together," I mutter. "This was your idea."My brilliant plan to cheer up Finn has backfired spectacularly. Instead of distracting him from Delilah, I've pushed him into the arms of Amber. And now I'm hiding in a bathroom while they're probably exchanging saliva and phone numbers.I splash some cold water on my wrists, reapply my lipstick, and steel myself to go
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I drag Finn by his jacket all the way to my company's parking lot, ignoring his protests.The moment we're in front of his car, I whirl around to face him.“What is wrong with you?” I ask. “You seriously want to crash your ex’s wedding? Have you completely lost your mind?”Finn runs a hand through his hair. “I need closure, Sloane.”“No, Finn. You need professional help. Therapy.”“I can’t just sit still and watch the woman I love marry someone else.”God. I want to punch him in the face. I want to kiss him until he forgets Delilah Crestfield ever existed. I want to scream until I shake the stars loose from the sky.“So what’s the plan, huh? You gonna storm the aisle? Ruin her big day? Shove the groom off the altar and declare your undying love like some cliché rom-com protagonist? Jesus, Finn, you’re better than this.”“I don’t want to destroy the wedding,” he mutters. “I just… I need her to look me in the eyes and tell me it’s over.”My breath catches.I hate him. I hate how stupidl
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So this is the infamous Knox.I’ve heard stories. Finn talks about him the way you'd talk about a stray wolf that occasionally shows up to your campfire, steals your food, and disappears back into the woods. Wild. Unpredictable. Maybe even a little unhinged.Now that I think about it, he does resemble Finn—same sharp bone structure, same annoyingly perfect mouth. But where Finn is sunshine and charm, Knox looks like he crawled out of a lifestyle magazine for sophisticated gangsters.“How do I know you’re not a kidnapper?” I ask, tilting my chin up. “You’ll have to provide proof that you’re who you say you are.”“Like an ID card?”“That would work.”“I don’t have any.”“See? Kidnapper vibes,” I say.“Why don't you call Finn and confirm?”I cross my arms. “He’s not answering. Why do you think I’ve been standing here for an hour like an abandoned dog?” I glance at the car. “And you showing up in an aggressive-looking muscle car that screams ‘mafia boss’ isn’t exactly helping your case.”
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Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 051: Finn. Finn. Finn.
“Bunny,” I breathe, crossing the distance in a few long strides and pulling her straight to my chest. She melts into me. Just folds into my body like she belongs there. No hesitation. I kiss her forehead, bending slightly because she’s always smaller without her heels. “It’s not your fault,” I murmur. “Shit happens.” “I left him,” she whispers. “I knew how psychotic he can get when he feels abandoned. Yet I left.” “You had to. People meet, and they part ways.” She pulls back, eyes red-rimmed but clear. “I’m going to make sure he gets help.” I brush her bangs out of her face, fingers lingering on her temple. “Of course. He’ll get all the help he needs. I’ll see to that.” She nods. Her eyes search mine like she’s looking for something final in them. Some reassurance. “Should we call your parents?” she asks. “He broke an arm, right?” “Yes. And he’s concussed.” “Can he talk?” “Yeah.” “Can he move?” “Yes.” “He’ll survive. Just wait down the hall for me, alright? I gotta ch
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I exhale. “Just our usual problems. You know how it is.” She's still skeptical but nods. “Alright. So who do I need to call? Your mom? Your dad?” I shake my head. “No. Don’t. My family’s far away. There’s no need to make them panic and hop on a plane. You’re my only friend here.” I meet her eyes. “You’re enough.” She hesitates. Her gaze drops to the floor, then back to me. “I’ll call Knox.” “No!” Too fast. “I have to let someone know,” she says. “Just relax, Finn. Lay back.” I watch her pull out her phone and walk toward the hallway. My stomach sinks. This isn’t going as planned. She’s supposed to sit here. Feed me jello. Fluff my pillow. Cry a little maybe. Re-forge the bond I’ve been trying to drag back together since the wedding fell apart. But instead, she’s dialing him. And just before she walks out of earshot, I hear her say: “Hey, babe. So, um, your brother got in an accident and—” I close my eyes. Shit. Knox is going to come. He’ll hear Sloane’s voice. Hear tha
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 049: Hit And Run
*** ~~FINN~~ *** Delilah hasn’t stopped glaring at me. She’s sitting to my left in the only visitor chair in the room, arms crossed so tightly across her chest I’m half-convinced she’s trying to fold herself in half. Her legs are angled away from me, but her eyes—they haven’t moved. Not once. Not since the doctor gave her visitation clearance. “Could you stop with the looks, please?” I grumble, adjusting myself on the hospital bed. My arm is immobilized in a heavy-duty sling, wrapped and elevated with what feels like ten pounds of gauze and Velcro. “I’m already in pain as it stands. I don’t need you breathing down my neck.” Delilah only glares harder. “I could go to jail for what I did,” she says. “No, you won’t. I asked you to do it. It was my decision.” She looks away for the first time, fingers threading through her hair as she rubs her temple. Her voice comes quieter. Tighter. “Still doesn’t change the fact that I stupidly agreed to break your arm with a hammer and
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 048: Me. Myself. And My Desires
I set my bag down on the couch and sink into the seat.Mom turns sideways. Her eyes are soft but expectant. Waiting for something.An answer.A promise.A miracle, maybe.‘Meet someone new.’Like it’s that simple.Like I’ll just show up to this magical barbecue, beam a dazzling smile at some guy, and he’ll be The One.A perfect suburban fantasy.God.The worst part is…I know she’s not completely wrong.Being with Knox might be dangerous. The man himself is a danger. I can feel it every time he looks at me with those eyes—heavy-lidded and full of promises that don’t look anything like good intentions. He’s into something dark; that's for sure. I can feel it in my bones.Something he won’t talk about.And I’ve seen enough movies to know how this goes.It’s always the girlfriend who ends up kidnapped by the main character’s rival, drowned in a bathtub, or shot through the heart in a drive-by—because she loved the wrong man.But Knox never pretended he was good.Not once.And I…I accep
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 047: Meet Someone New
*** ~~SLOANE~~ *** Today turned out to be more productive than I anticipated. I wish I could say this renewed vigor for work has anything to do with Knox screwing me against a closet earlier today. No. As far as I know, thinking about Knox being inside me is my biggest source of distraction. Not my proudest moment, but I spent half the day quietly plotting how I might steal Knox’s phone and hack into it. Funny, isn’t it? How picturing yourself stealing your boyfriend’s phone—and actively contemplating breaking about a hundred cybersecurity ethics to hack into it—can light a fire under your ass. Normal people would just ask their boyfriends about the things they wanted to know. Normal boyfriends would actually answer. But no. Knox Hartley is about as tight-lipped as a CIA agent under torture. And the inquisitive part of me? Yeah, she’s not resting until she cracks him open. As I drive back toward my apartment, I run through the possibilities like I’m prepping a heist: —
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 046: My Bunny
I pull into a discreet driveway tucked between two abandoned buildings and kill the engine. Inside, I nod once at the receptionist—part security, part front-desk illusion—and head for the private elevator at the back. Swipe my black access card across the scanner. The elevator hums to life and carries me down. The second the doors slide open, the air changes. Denser. Warmer. The basement is packed, even in the middle of a weekday. People lean against dark wood-paneled walls, sipping drinks that cost more than most people’s rent. Some wear masks. Others don’t bother. Laughter spills from private rooms—throaty, dark laughter punctuated by the occasional sharp slap of skin against skin. There’s a constant low thrum of music, more vibration than sound, designed to stir the blood without distracting from the real show. I move through it without blinking. A man is on his knees in a glass room to the right, hands cuffed behind his back, while a woman in leather heels circles him
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 045: The Real Business
I stare at Knox, impatiently awaiting an answer. My heart thuds too fast for how casual I’m trying to look. He keeps his gaze ahead, fingers flexing once against the steering wheel before settling again. “Because I’m certified to carry it,” he says. I frown, not satisfied. “Okay. But why do you have it in your car?” “Where else should it be?” “Hidden at home? You know. Somewhere people can’t just… see it?” He finally turns his head to look at me, that unreadable expression back in place. The one that makes me feel like he’s dissecting me, deciding whether I’m someone who deserves answers or just another person he’ll keep at arm’s length. “You stole my keys to get into my glove box,” he says. “You think I let people sit in my car by themselves?” I feel my cheeks heat, guilt pooling low in my gut. Touché, Knox. I turn my head away, facing the window. Fine. I might have crossed a line. But he’s still the one walking around with a weapon like we’re in an action movie. A part
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 044: Military Bugs
***~~SLOANE~~***I run out of the bathroom with a towel clinging to my skin, heart hammering as I check the time on my phone. Shit.I’ve been away from the office way too long.Way, way too long.Sooner or later, Harper—the supervisor who pretends she’s chill but tracks every second of your workday like a bloodhound—will start pinging me about the CypherGuard project.And I don’t have the energy for Harper right now. Or for that endless spreadsheet mapping out endpoint vulnerabilities we’re supposed to isolate before end-of-quarter audits. We’re only halfway through code-flagging, and I’ve already missed two checkpoints. If I’m not careful, they’ll reassign it. And I’ve worked too damn hard to get trusted with something this sensitive.I fumble into my room, drying off as I go, heart still racing from more than just time stress.I know my problem. It's that tattooed man currently inside my house.Everything reminds me of him these past few days, reminds me of the feeling of having h
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 043: My Good Girl
She rises. I smile as I reach for the back of her neck and pull her toward me. The second our mouths meet, it’s a fucking detonation. My lips move over hers with slow intent, and then I’m consuming her—biting, tasting, owning. Her mouth parts, and the groan that slips from her throat rattles straight through me. I kiss her deeper, harder, until there’s no air between us, no space for doubt or fear. Just this heat, this ache, this unrelenting pull. She tries to raise her arms—twice. I feel the twitch in her shoulders, the lift of her elbows. But each time, the metal of the cuffs catches her wrists, holding her back. And fuck, the sound she makes—a whimper dipped in frustration and need—makes my cock twitch. She’s so eager. So ready. So mine. When I finally pull away, we’re both breathing like we’ve sprinted into each other at full force. Her lips are red, kiss-bruised, and her eyes—those eyes—look up at me lustfully. “I want to touch you,” she whispers, breathless. And I almost
