All Chapters of Forbidden Desire:My Best Friend's Brother : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

EpilogueAIDAN The following June…My whole life, my mother had been telling me that if I was willing to put myself out there for love, then I would be bound to find the great love of my life.I’d resisted her advice, and it seemed like there was always some reason why I didn’t think it was appropriate. I saw now that it just wasn’t the right time, and it wouldn’t be the right time until that one fateful morning when I saw a young, beautiful woman needing help in the water.I looked over to my right and admired the glowing profile of my bride-to-be. She caught me staring and gave me a coy smile, and the look in her eyes told me that later we would be enjoying some much-needed one-on-one time amidst all of these festivities. Between Lila’s graduation today and our wedding the next day, everything had been a whirlwind for the last few weeks.My daughter was due to walk across the stage to receive her hard-won degree. This day was a proud moment for any parent, but after everything Lil

SADIE“I don’t care how much it costs to expediate the process, Louis. The potential profits will make it worth it in the end,” he said in a cool, matter-of-face tone as he rounded his desk and sat in his chair. He didn’t even look at me as he sat back and crossed his leg over his knee. He’d unbuttoned his gray suit jacket, and my eyes flickered down his torso. The crisp, white dress shirt he was wearing seemed to strain against his chest and abs as he moved and flexed.When I realized my mouth was hanging slightly open, I quickly pressed my lips together and tore my eyes from him. He didn’t seem to notice, though, as he continued talking on his phone, completely ignoring my presence.“I don’t care what the board thinks,” he said, his voice a throaty growl. “This is my call. I want it done. Got it?”Geez, he sounded like an asshole. I supposed he had to be to some extent. How many people reached his level of success and wealth without being a little dickish now and then?His conversat

CYRUSMiss Bruns stared at me with eyes so green, they reminded me of emeralds. Once more, I was struck by how gorgeous she was. Her wavy, red hair fell loose around her shoulders and stray strands caressed her pale face. A smattering of light freckles crossed her pixy nose, and that body…good Lord, it should be a crime for a woman to possess so many luscious curves.It was a shame she had such a mouth on her, along with an annoying personality. She might have been able to tempt me, otherwise. As it was, though, all I wanted was for her to get out of my house before the headache she’d given me grew worse.“What are you still doing here?” I demanded to know when she did not respond to my last question. Apparently, I’d made her speechless. I suspected that was a rarity. “I told you to leave.”Before Miss Bruns could say a word in response, Megan hurried forward and stood in front of her, as if protecting her.“Uncle Cyrus, don’t make her go!” the little girl begged. “Sadie is nice! I wa

SADIEThe first week of my nannying was fairly straightforward, mostly consisting of getting to know Megan’s routine. She woke up at six every morning, had breakfast, and got ready for school. Mr. Grave had a driver who took her, but I would ride with her and make sure she got into the school building. Her uncle had enrolled her in a prestigious private elementary school that probably cost about the same per year as my college tuition did.While she was at school, I would help Mrs. Plumb with errands, housework, or I would spend time writing. Shortly after lunch, I would return to Megan’s school with the driver to pick her up and bring her home. She would have a snack, change out of her school uniform, and we would spend time playing together until it was time for dinner. After dinner, it was bath time, then bed time.Every day was very structured, and we rarely deviated from the schedule. I didn’t mind that so much. It’s important for a little kid to have a routine, especially when t

CYRUS Having Miss Bruns in my house was proving much more challenging than I’d anticipated, and I hadn’t thought it’d be easy by any means. Every day she was there, I questioned my decision to hire her in the first place. As great as she was for Megan, she was devastating for my peace of mind.She seemed to permeate the entire house. Her scent was everywhere. I didn’t understand how that was possible so quickly, but every room I walked into, I was teased by the floral perfumes she wore or the smell of her shampoos and body wash. She was particular to lavender and cherry blossom.If it wasn’t her scent, it was the sound of her voice. Walking down the hallways, I’d hear her laughter as she played with Megan or her friendly tone as she chatted with Mrs. Plumb. There was a warmth in her voice that I never heard when she spoke to me. A small part of me felt a sting of jealously when I heard her talking to anyone but me, because they got to hear the musical lilt in her voice while I never