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My Best Friend's Brother When Trouble Calls
~Aaron~“Dress up,” I said, tossing her dress over to her. She sat up on the bed, staring at me with wide eyes as she clutched the dress to her chest, shielding her breasts from view.Not that I was looking anyway.She regarded me quietly as I moved around the room, picking up my phone and wristwatch.“Where are you going?” Angelina asked. I gritted my teeth, irritated.“My study. I have work to catch up on,” I replied coolly. I was already dressed in simple black pants and a T-shirt.Ever since I returned to Brooklyn, work had been my escape—my way of keeping my mind off things I had no business dwelling on.Like a certain green-eyed woman with red hair who’d been invading my thoughts all week with the most inappropriate images.Angelina narrowed her eyes at me. She leaned forward, her breasts mirroring the movement. My eyes darted to them for a split second before I quickly looked away.Angelina had a stunning body, as expected of a model and fashionista. She had the kind of figure
Huling Na-update : 2024-12-13My Best Friend's Brother Consequences
~Aaron~“Where are they?” I asked, following the officer, who happened to be one of my acquaintances. He shook his head at my impatience as he led the way.I had arrived in Spain a few hours ago, and it was still quite early in the morning. After signing the bail papers—for both girls, of course. Not like I’d leave Joan here, knowing full well she had no one else to rescue her.I had once been tempted when she and Rhoda were arrested back in New York. I’d left with Rhoda, who cried all the way home, and eventually bailed Joan out, instructing the cops to keep my identity hidden.To her, I had abandoned her to rot, and it might just be one of a thousand reasons why she hated me. The good news was, I didn’t care.Rhoda immediately stood up when she saw me. She had been curled at the far end of the prison room with a few brutal-looking women. Joan, however, remained seated. Her knees were drawn to her chest as she watched us quietly.I paused for a second, taking in the expression on her
Huling Na-update : 2024-12-15My Best Friend's Brother Next Time, Mr. Thompson
~Joan~I hate my boyfriend. He sucks.Those were the only words I’d written since an hour ago when I turned on my laptop. The cursor blinked at me like it was mocking me, daring me to write something meaningful. But no, all I had was resentment and an empty brain.Rhoda was in the middle of a bad mood swing, thanks to her brother freezing her accounts and blacklisting her. Honestly, I’d be pissed too.So I had wandered through the house and discovered that the infamous Aaron actually owned a library. It was massive, artistic, and packed with books—so many books that, for a moment, I mistook it for a bookstore.It was quiet, dim, and cool—the kind of space where inspiration should’ve flowed. Yet my mind was blank. Was writing horror always this hard, or was my brain just betraying me today?And then I felt it.The hair on the back of my neck prickled, and I knew someone was there. I didn’t need to turn around to confirm it—I felt the presence. I knew who it was.My body told me before
Huling Na-update : 2024-12-15My Best Friend's Brother Heat and Anger
~Joan~“Hey, you want to go for a walk?” I asked, sitting on the bed next to Rhoda, who had pulled the blanket over herself like it might shield her from the world.She stared at me for a second before shaking her head, her lips pressed into a tight line.Her bad mood was starting to affect me. We were supposed to have fun —not the jail kind of fun—but the kind where we could let loose and just be ourselves. Then Aaron had to ruin everything.“Come on, Peach, you can’t be like this all day,” I nudged her lightly, trying to draw her out. She pursed her lips, the same way she always did when weighing her next words.“He froze my accounts, Jo. I’m so mad at him right now,” she muttered, her voice low and bitter.I blinked. “Permission to kill him?” I teased, and for the first time all day, she laughed—a soft sound, but enough to loosen the tight pressure in my chest.“Unfortunately, no. I still love him,” she said with a shrug, sitting up abruptly. “Besides, he’s the only family I’ve got
Huling Na-update : 2024-12-15My Best Friend's Brother One Taste
~Aaron~The girls were a couple of miles away from me, holding hands, whispering to each other, and giggling.And me? I was trailing behind, far enough to give them space but close enough to keep an eye on them. My gaze stayed locked on them, even as my phone stayed pressed to my ear.“Denzel...” I sighed, rubbing a hand down my face as I tried to focus on the call.I’d been on a call with one of the few friends I had—also a business associate—when Joan and Rhoda decided they were going out.Joan had been right earlier. There was a lot I needed to handle after flying out here abruptly from Brooklyn.My company wouldn’t exactly crumble without me, but there were certain clients I was supposed to meet with. Ones who expected me to handle their matters personally.“Man, it’s blackmail. He’s been extorting money from the poor girl. All you have to do is wipe the video, and that’s that,” Denzel said, his voice carrying that same confident tone he always had.I leaned against a nearby post,
Huling Na-update : 2024-12-15My Best Friend's Brother Right Decision, Kitten
~Joan~I kept tossing on the bed, unable to find a position that felt right. Had it always been this hard to sleep?Rhoda was already fast asleep. She’d crashed the moment we got home from the long walk—our mistake.We’d told Aaron not to bring his car because it was supposed to be a walk, not a drive. Besides, he wasn’t exactly great company.Throwing on a pair of shorts and a top, I slipped out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind me. Rhoda was a deep sleeper. Once she was out, she was out.The house was dark, but I managed to make my way to the living room without bumping into anything. A small accomplishment, but I celebrated it in my head anyway.Light was spilling faintly into the living room, and I wondered if Rhoda had forgotten to turn off the kitchen lights. Both siblings seemed to thrive in darkness, especially at night.I changed course, heading to the kitchen. I’d switch off the light and grab a drink while I was at it. But I froze when I saw him.There he was—
Huling Na-update : 2024-12-15My Best Friend's Brother Long Night, Thompson
~Joan~Spreading both my legs open with one of his hands, he inched closer. So close, his breath ghosted over my lips, sending shivers through me.His eyes locked onto mine, dark and intent, as he trailed a finger up my thigh. The small circles he drew teased and set me alight, just shy of where I ached for him most.“You want this, huh?” His voice was low, gravelly, thick with desire. Bracing myself on the cool counter, I turned my head slightly, feeling the strands of my hair loosen and tumble free from the bun.Aaron’s gaze dropped, tracking each strand as if it were the most captivating thing in the room. His pupils darkened, a shift in his control as the moment stretched taut between us.With precise fingers, he unfastened the button on my shorts, his knuckles brushing against my skin. I lifted my hips instinctively, inviting his movements as he slid them down my legs in one fluid motion.The wetness between my thighs was unmistakable now, and the cool air kissed my skin as he tu
Huling Na-update : 2024-12-15My Best Friend's Brother Unexpected Visitor
~Joan~I’d been holed up in my room since morning, my eyes glued to the screen of my laptop as my fingers flew across the keyboard.Letter after letter turned into words, and words morphed into meaningful sentences. I was writing again.After weeks of writer’s block, the dam had finally broken, and all it had taken was a late-night moment of bliss with Aaron.Ideas were flowing now, pouring out so fast I didn’t dare stop. If I had them coming, I might as well write them all down before they slipped away.As much as I hated to admit it, Aaron had become the muse I’d been searching for. It was baffling how one man could irritate me endlessly while simultaneously sparking my creativity. A mystery I didn’t want to dwell on for too long.The door creaked open, and soft footsteps padded across the floor. Rhoda.“Hey. Thought you might need this,” she said, holding out a steaming mug of coffee.I let myself pause, glancing at the mug before looking up at her. A small smile tugged at my lips.
Huling Na-update : 2024-12-15
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My Best Friend's Brother Whatever We Make
♡Joan♡ Note: If you like reading with music, try Meryl Streep’s "The Winner Takes It All." It’s even better with headphones. Enjoy! 😊🤭 We left for Spain—not to visit Luna, but for a change of scenery. After a month of therapy, we were in a much better place. Healing wasn’t instant, but we were making progress. I stepped into the living room, taking in my surroundings while Aaron pulled our bags in behind me. It looked both familiar and strange at the same time, like a place I knew but hadn't seen in years. A small smile tugged at my lips. To think this was where it all began—months ago, maybe even a year. I walked over to the window where we’d first made love, my fingers brushing the glass. My scratches were still there. That surprised me. I half-expected Aaron to have changed the window, given his obsession with order. The fact that he hadn’t? Well, that made my heart do a little flip. "Got any memories there?" His deep voice came from behind me. I glanced at him over my
My Best Friend's Brother Author's note
Hiii🤭 Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Well, there's just a chapter left in the bonus chapters. So I'd really like to know what y'all would want to see in there 🙂. P.S: Seeing Joan and Aaron get married and have their baby would happen in the second book. Do drop your thoughts and I'd work on giving everyone the happy ending they want😊
My Best Friend's Brother Therapy
♤Aaron♤The doctor discharged us a couple of days later and suggested we go to therapy—to help us cope with losing the baby.He had no idea how much Joan needed it. She’d seen someone die right in front of her, been caught in a shooting spree, lost our child, and seen me covered in blood. Even though she wasn’t saying much, I knew it had left scars on her.I promised myself I’d go with her to every session.That’s why I was opening the car door for her, helping her in before getting into the driver’s seat and pulling out of our compound. It was our first meeting with the therapist. She stayed quiet, staring out of the window like she wasn’t really seeing anything. It had been happening a lot.A tight feeling grew in my chest, and my grip on the steering wheel hardened."Hey. You good?" I asked.She turned to me, her eyes dull, missing the usual spark.She pressed her lips together and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine," she muttered, looking away.My jaw tensed.The rest of the ride passed in
My Best Friend's Brother Two Babies?
♡Joan♡ I had no idea how much time had passed, but when I opened my eyes, someone was sitting next to me. Shoulders hunched, head bowed, my hand in his—and he was bloody. Damn bloody, all over. I swallowed hard, my throat dry and parched. “Aaron,” I whispered, and his eyes snapped up to meet mine almost immediately. They were bloodshot. I didn’t need anyone to tell me why. My own eyes itched and burned as I pressed my lips together to hide the tremble. “We lost the baby, didn’t we?” I asked quietly, as a tear slipped from the corner of my eye. I stared up at the ceiling. “It’s my fault. It’s all my fault. If I’d maybe listened to you and—” “It’s not your fault,” he cut in. His voice sounded cold, detached—very unlike Aaron. In the four years I’ve known him, he’s never sounded this... broken. I don’t know. I glanced at him. His jaw was clenched tight. My eyes traveled down his body where he sat. His shirt was soaked in blood. How badly had they hurt him? Why wasn’t he being
My Best Friend's Brother It's Gone
♡Joan♡ He got me to the car, opened the door, and helped me in. His shirt was stained, and since it was a lighter grey color, the blood was obvious. Ironic, that we were both bleeding, both capable to take lives. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his palm resting against my cheek as he locked eyes with me. “You’ll be fine. The baby will be fine too,” he said softly, and a tear slipped from my eye. Another followed, until I was crying again. I didn’t want to lose our baby. What kind of mother does that make me, if I can’t even protect my child? “What if—” “Shush,” Aaron interrupted, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. “I’m going back in there to finish this, okay? If I’m not out in five minutes, press this button.” He pointed to a button just beneath the steering wheel. “The car will automatically drive you wherever you need to go once you input your location in the GPS,” he added, but I shook my head. He looked away, quickly typed an address into the GPS, then tu
My Best Friend's Brother Almost Out
♤Aaron♤ A gunshot cracked through the air. Missed. I spun around, heart pounding—where the hell did that come from? My eyes snapped back to Joan. She closed her eyes, and I lost it. I pressed the trigger, hitting the leg of the bastard holding her. His groan echoed as he collapsed to one knee. His crew flinched, but my men stepped forward, guns raised and ready. One wrong move, and they’d all be dead. Hell, they’re dead already for even laying a hand on her. And if anything happened to her or our baby… God help them. I shoved my gun into the back of my jeans and crossed the distance in seconds, catching her in my arms before the man could drop her like garbage. She felt a little heavy, too still. My chest tightened. I hated this feeling. The last time I felt this helpless was when she slipped into that coma. And now? If she slipped away from me… if I lost her or the baby… I wouldn’t survive it. Killing these bastards wouldn’t be enough. I’d want them to drown in their own bl
My Best Friend's Brother The Baby
♡Joan♡ He starved me—true to his words. I didn’t know how long I’d been here, tied and aching. It must be the early hours of the morning by now. Aaron had to know I was missing. He’d be searching, but how would he ever find me? I didn’t even know where I was. My wrists burned from the rope chafing my skin, my head throbbed, and my eyes felt too heavy to keep open. God, I wanted to sleep. I longed to be safe in Aaron’s arms, but closing my eyes here felt like asking for death. The room was quiet, for now. But if I dared to fall asleep, who knew what could happen? I shifted slightly and glanced at the man hanging upside down across from me. There was barely any life left in him. How long had he been like this, tortured and tied up? I didn’t care—but part of me was curious. After all, this was the first time I’d met my father. “How long have you been here?” I asked, my voice quiet. He didn’t answer. For a moment, I thought he was already dead. My stomach twisted at the thought of
My Best Friend's Brother Location
♤Aaron♤ "What's the plan?" Denzel asked, rubbing his chin. I paced the small room, scanning the men inside. Not just any men—these were hulking, sharp-minded, and intimidating figures. Their expressions alone could send shivers down anyone’s spine, enough to make a grown man hesitate and women step back in fear. And that's why they were my best and top. "Any update, Jason?" I turned to the man seated at the far end. He was calm, his fingers gliding across his laptop’s keyboard as he scanned through data. He barely lifted his eyes before responding. "I hacked into every CCTV camera in town, but it’ll take a while to sift through the footage and pinpoint her exact location," he said. I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. Time was the one thing I didn’t have. The longer this dragged on, the worse it could get for her. "Start with the cameras near her last known location," Denzel suggested, his voice steady but urgent. Jason pursed his lips, humming under his brea
My Best Friend's Brother Sparrow
♡Joan♡My head throbbed, my skull ached, and it felt like it would burst open if I moved.My eyelids were heavy, but I forced them open. Darkness greeted me first, making me doubt whether I had really opened my eyes.Had I gone blind overnight? Where was Aaron? Why was the whole house in darkness?I tried to call for him, but something was blocking my mouth. A gag. My eyes widened as memories slowly crept back, piece by piece.I was in danger. My baby was in danger. We had been taken.I wriggled my wrists, feeling sharp pain where the restraints cut into my skin. My hands were tied behind my back. That explained the ache.I jerked against the chair, trying to break free. My heart pounded wildly, each beat louder than the last. The more I struggled, the deeper the restraints bit into my skin.That would leave bruises."Don't. It'll only hurt you more," a man's voice broke through the darkness, and I froze. My breath hitched. Someone was here.In books and movies, captors usually walked
