All Chapters of In love with my Billionaire Step-Brother: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Matilda's DiaryI had become cold to my family, just as I felt they had been towards me for years. I guess I had overdone it though, because one day I came home from the church, extremely late, well after dinner time, and found all my things packed up and sitting in the driveway. Getting out and stunned with what I was seeing, I noticed my dad coming out of the house and walking over to stand with the palm of his hand out open to me."Keys."With his eyes red in anger that was all he said! He looked at me with so much disgust it made me immediately uncomfortable. I slowly put the keys in his hands and he jerked away from me as soon as he had them. I took a step back from my dad and watched him as he turned to go back inside. "W-what am I supposed to do now?" I asked, eyes flickering from him to my bags on the ground, reaching up and grabbing for my crucifix on my neck and fighting back the tears."Doesn't matter to me. Call your little priest friend to come help you," he answered, not

“I have a meeting in New Orleans…regarding a new deal. I will be there for a week. I think you should come with me,” Xavier had said before leaving their bedroom that day.It was a warm enough evening that Cara had ditched her shorts and tank top and slipped into a light cotton summer dress, sleeveless, made from a deep orange material with white flowers on it. The colors complimented her olive-complexion and auburn and copper hair, which she’d pulled up on the sides, leaving the rest to brush against her sun-freckled shoulders. Xavier changed from his travel clothes into a nice pair of tight, faded blue jeans and a navy blue T-shirt, the sleeves rolled up a couple of notches, exposing his lightly muscled arms. He wasn’t as much of a sun-body as Cara was, so his skin retained its natural peaches and cream tone.And off they went. They wandered a few blocks, trying to decide on what food tempted them the most. There were the very obvious tourist traps named for television show chefs, w

He pulled the ice out of her, removing his hand. Cara looked up in time to see him put the piece of ice in his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue as he tasted her on it. The sight of that undid her and she felt her floodgates open down below. Xavier moved his leg away from hers and used his free hand to pull down her underwear. Once that was done, he tossed the soaked material to the floor and retrieved another two more pieces of ice from her glass. He brought his hand back up along her legs, her thighs and finally cupped her trimmed mound with it. At first all Cara could feel was the warmth of his hand, until he maneuvered the ice up against her lips again, parting them, grazing the cold against her throbbing clit again, parting her even more until he inserted the ice inside her hot cunt. She cried out and Xavier looked up at her face to see if what he was doing was bothering her. But it wasn’t. Her eyes were closed again, her back arched and she was spreading her legs out as wid

Devon tried not to deal with inter-office e-mails while he was outside of the office, and the one currently on his laptop screen was exactly why. He didn't mind spending a few minutes on a Saturday morning corresponding with a client or vendor, but issues such as the one on his screen at that moment seemed to just sap any good feelings that he had about the weekend right out of his mind.The only reason that he had opened the e-mail from Emily Willis was that it had been sitting in his inbox for three days, and he owed the head of his Human Resources department a timely reply, even if she likely wouldn't see it until she came into her office on Monday morning.Sandy Cox was lodging another employee complaint. Reading the e-mail from Emily, Devon saw that Sandy was upset that her request for a vacation day on the Friday before Memorial Day had been refused by her manager. It was obvious from the manager's explanation why the request had been denied, but Sandy had demonstrated her prope

"But it's boring at Grandma and Grandpa's house," Alex complained.Aphrodite ruffled his short blond hair, returned to packing her rolling suitcase, and said, "I know it is. That's why Grandma agreed to come over here to stay with you rather than you having to stay at their house. It's nice of her to agree to that, so I expect you to be a good host for her. Can you do that?"The most challenging part of Aphrodite maintaining two separate law offices was the need for her to share time between them. The Myrtle Beach office was still relatively new, but the client list there was growing each month, primarily through corporate clients keeping her on retainer to deal with legal issues involving their employees as they arose. Lana Street had been able to handle the majority of the matters with minimal oversight of her work, but there were certain aspects of building and maintaining a client base that required the boss' personal attention.One such event was the employment law symposium bein