All Chapters of RESCUED BY THE DON'S BROTHER: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

We finish loading the clothes I have bought for the girls in Deep's car. They are a lot, and Deep chipped in too, despite my refusal. We get in, and he drives us on the way to where the girls are staying. Just thinking, I should get myself a Lamborghini too. Just kidding! It doesn't have to be a Lamborghini, but a nice car, so that I can stop troubling this handsome guy so much. He is attracting a lot of attention, which just gives me weird goosebumps. Aside from that, we are good in general. We are back to our crazy, sweet, and free. We are the ones who drive while dancing and singing in the car, laughing and joking about anything and everything in general. This is good, and this is us.We get to the house and park the car. After getting out, we extend our greetings to Paul, Ajay, and Sheryl. I was running late, so I told the psychiatrists to proceed without me. I asked Mayleen to talk to them on my behalf, and I have no doubt she did it just fine. She perhaps doesn't think she needs

Minutes later!Getting out of the cab half an hour later, I walk in through the gate, and my eyes pop out of their sockets at the sight before me. Oh, dear! These girls went through with this? It is too much!"OUR HEROINE, GIA WILSONS. WE LOVE YOU." Is the statement I can make out of the silver laurel wreath the girls are holding, the words in red shining on it? They are standing on u-curved lines. The compound is filled with balloons of different colors, and there is a very sweet aroma coming from inside the house. How did they know I was arriving? Thanks to them, I am tearing up.At the end of the line, on the left, stands an old couple besides Mayleen and Paul. I don't need anyone to tell me that the lady, who I suppose is in her late fifties, is Mayleen's mother. The resemblance is self-explanatory. The man who appears to be in his late sixties is definitely her father. The young couple, Ajay and Bernie, are on the far left. It's funny how these two are managing their relationship

"You look just perfect!" He adds.I should laugh at his joke, but I prevent myself from doing so. Perfect, my foot! Maybe he wanted to say it naked, but his tongue slipped. And this smile—is it a real smile or a sarcastic smirk? Why now, after he has been all gloomy and mute since he picked me up?"Really? This is the definition of perfection, according to you." I snapped, looking into his eyes."It is a perfect change." He takes my hands in his, kissing them on their backs. He is serious about being okay with me this way. He adds, standing two inches or three taller above me than usual because I am mostly in heels, apart from today. Thanks to his crazy idea of changing me today, because now I feel like a dwarf in front of him. "I wanted to see you differently today. Without your signature floral wear. Shall we?" His face brims with a small, genuine smile.Alright. But honestly, couldn’t he have found something more decent than this shitty dress? "Where are we going?" I ask, hesitatin

As our hands and tongues dance in matching paces to the rhythm of our uncontrollably burning desires, our bodies resting tightly against each other like they want to be two in one, I realize that I can't deny it anymore. I cannot deny what I feel—what we feel. There is a strong connection between us. I know there is, and it's not one-sided. I can feel it. He feels that too. It is there. It is so strongly dominant. It can't be assumed, avoided, or denied. But what is it? Lust? Obsession? Or love?The shortness of breath due to that savage kissing makes us long for a break, and we pull away, panting heavily. We take in the fresh air mixed with the scent of our cologne until we are stable. I rest my forehead on his, my eyes boring into his. I wish I could know what he really wants from me. I would be willing to give him anything."Is this our supposed dinner?" I force the words out, tracing his jaw with one hand while the other one keeps track of his loud and fast heartbeats."Would you

I rub my eyes with the back of my palms, wiping off the eyelids with my fingers. I peel them open, blinking a couple of times to adjust my eyesight to the brightness of the early morning. It's brightly beautiful. The empty glasses of Champaign still lay where we left them, my bouquet of roses smiling at me, and I smiled back at them. I am tightly wrapped in Deep's strong and loving arms, my back on his gorgeous front. His hold on me is so tight like he wants us to be like this forever. Like he will never let go. I shift a little in an attempt to turn and face him, but his arms tighten further, pulling me closer and pressing us together. I would love to see his handsome face right now, but I guess I will have to wait. Peacefully, I continue my rest in his safe arms—the safest place to be. In his arms, I know I am safely protected. Safely save and secure.I look at the blooming flowers again. They are brightening and beautifying the room more, giving it a magical feeling. He is actually