All Chapters of My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Sneaky Link : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Camille: “Daniel, just leave me alone,” I screamed before pulling away from the man who had grabbed me by my shoulder. I felt dumb. After my tactical escape, he had still managed to find me out here. It didn’t matter though. I wasn’t going down without a fight. I rolled my eyes as I walked away, waiting for him to apologize for what he had done to me. He rarely did, but recently, he had become more sensitive to my feelings. A part of me was hoping this would happen. A part of me had left the apartment, hoping he would come after me, but I was too proud to admit that. When the man pulled me back so roughly, I swear I heard my wrist crack. My eyes widened as I looked very well at him, realizing he wasn’t Daniel. This man was way bigger and scarier. I couldn’t make out his face in the dark, but all I saw was the faint glow coming from a stick in his mouth, a cigarette, and the stench I had assumed was coming from the alleyway, but was actually from this man. My heart started to po

Camille: If it had been Daniel’s intention to make me speechless, he had succeeded. My knees immediately felt weak and my eyes were screwed shut. As if he hadn’t tormented me enough, he remained in the same position, his lips by my ear, but the rest of his body wasn’t touching any bit of mine. “Is that why you went on this little adventure?” He asked. “Did you run out because you knew I’d come after you?” I crossed my arms over my chest, with my closed eyes facing the floor, and tried to steady my breathing. I couldn’t walk away. He would simply pull me back and force me to listen to this speech of his. I didn’t know where he was going with this. At least he had moved on from talking about our little make out session… “I want to go to bed now,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around myself. Something about him by my side made me really self-conscious. Silence. I could imagine him watching me, but I couldn’t imagine the thoughts going on in his head while he did.

Camille: As I walked home that evening, I kept asking myself the same question. ‘Why did I tell Reggie I liked him?’ I mean, I kind of did like him, but still, telling him outrightly that I did, and then taking his hands in mine had made me seem too desperate, which was far from what I was. I still remember the smile he had given me as he squeezed my hands back. It was an assured smile, like he was a hundred percent certain we were now a couple. I felt a chill run down my spine. Why exactly did I feel so weird? I didn’t want to say it, but I knew why. It wasn’t the countless excuses I had given myself about why I couldn’t go out with Reggie; like how awkward it would be to have to meet Miss Winston’s knowing glances each time I came to work and having to answer the questions I knew she would definitely ask about me going out with her son. It wasn’t because I wasn’t completely sure how I felt with him either. I mean, I had almost forgotten all about him after he

Camille: Breathe. Just breathe. Why did I always have to make things so obvious? Daniel could manage to appear stoic and in complete control of his emotions, constantly revealing his ability to change from really angry to playful at will, but here I was, standing like an open book with my mouth agape just because he was standing in front of me. I cleared my throat and crossed my arms over my chest, hoping I looked as unperturbed as he easily did. “You flatter yourself,” I mused. “I wasn’t talking to you.” That seemed to interest him. He took one more step forward; an exaggerated movement that brought him right in front of me. It took everything in me not to cower and step back. I could feel the warmth of his bare chest so close to me, and even though I kept my eyes glued to his gray ones, it was hard to concentrate because all I could breathe in was him. “Who were you talking to then? Alone in this kitchen with Lucia away in her room,” he muttered, squinting like

Camille: He pursed his lips when I asked the question as if just the sound of Reggie’s name irritated the hell out of him. I mentally prepared myself to hear him say I wouldn’t understand or something of that sort, but surprisingly, he didn’t. “I found out something messed up about him. As much as I would have liked to tell you, he did make me promise not to tell a soul and in return, he’ll stay the heck away from me,” he said and bit into his chicken with so much force, it was as if he wished it was Reggie. “Why are you asking about him, anyway?” I shrugged, eating the last bit of my meal. How would he react if I told him the truth? I mean, telling him Reggie had asked me out would probably anger him so bad that he would end up spitting out the ‘disgusting’ thing his friend had done since it meant Reggie hadn’t kept to his part of the bargain, but on the other hand, I wasn’t sure I was ready to face an angry Daniel. It was nice having him this cool for a change an