All Chapters of Forbidden Desire:My Best Friend's Brother : Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Xavier It’s Almost Seven A.m. when I wake up, the latest I’ve slept in since Melanie and I last went on vacation—whenever that was.The blinds aren’t drawn, and the sun is full in my face. Beside me, my flame-haired girl is curled up on her side, her butt against my crotch, and I’m already hard for her.I kiss her ear and wrap my arm around her to pull her in closer. She squirms against me like a kitten, making a small mewling sound as she wriggles herself in.Not for the first time, I fight back powerful thoughts about what it would be like to be inside of her, to fuck my little stepdaughter, and soon I’m grinding my full erection against her. She presses back harder against me, sleepy but willing, and with a great effort of will, I force myself to roll over and sit up.I’m in a permanent state of breathless need, but, for the first time in a long time, I realize, I’m happy. It feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. As I head downstairs to make coffee, I catch myself

Hi Xavi- can you call me at this number pls?I don’t know if this is still your # I assume it isI need to talk to uI’ll try your office # tooBest friends with Susie from your office now lol!! She’s greatBut call me if u get a chanceThe fact that she called my office and spoke to Susie makes me nervous. Susie’s my very chatty Admin Assistant. I wonder what information Melanie could be looking for that Susie might have given her.Dropping the phone back into my pocket, I realize I have no energy for making dinner.“Sweetie,” I call out to Hazel. “I’m going to order pizza for dinner.”“Yay!” she calls out from the dining room table, flashing me a bright smile.I open my own computer at the dining room table as we wait for the pizza to arrive, trying to hide my distracted thoughts behind the screen. I’m not sure if I should tell Hazel about the texts. Does she worry about her mother? Would she want to know that Mel reached out to me? Or would she wonder why Mel hadn’t reached out to

“Of course I do! She’s my daughter.” For a moment, I almost believe her. For a moment, I’m almost relieved to think that she might actually love Hazel after all.“But I’ve been going through a lot,” she continues, and the illusion shatters. Melanie doesn’t care about anybody but herself. “I’ve been going through a lot, but I’m doing the work, you know? I’m figuring a lot of stuff out. Stuff that I wish I could have figured out a long time ago, so that I never would have hurt you the way I did. I wish, I mean…I wish I could undo those things, Xavi I know I fucked up, and I’m sorry.”I don’t say anything. Months ago, I wanted to hear those exact words more than anything. Despite everything that had happened, shortly after Melanie left, all I wanted was for her to come back. I had delusional notions about how we could rescue our relationship, how the cheating would stop if I could just understand her better, if I could just love her harder.But eventually I realized that life without Mel

Dinner is predictably awful. Xavier sets the pizza box on the table with three plates and opens a beer. It doesn’t escape my notice that he doesn’t offer Melanie one.We sit in our usual spots: Xavier and I across from each other, and Melanie at the head, and the mood around the table is disjointed and weird. There’s a heavy energy between Xavier and I. We’re stilted and silent. But Melanie is completely indifferent. She’s positively incandescent as she talks about how great it is for the three of us to be back together again, and how New Mexico was just “faaabulous!”“You would love New Mexico!” is the first thing she says to me when we sit down at the table—as if I had the opportunity to go and opted out. “For an artist like you, it’s so inspirational. I swear I did some of my best painting work out there. Oh! I need to show you The Faces of Love. That’s what I call it. It’s a painting of Cathedral Cliff—get it? Rock faces?”I don’t react at all, and I don’t have to. Melanie doesn’t

For a terrifying moment, I think it’s an accusation, but then I see the imploring look on her face, and understand the innocence of the question. It’s just Melanie performing jealousy to try to get her own way. She could care less if there’s someone else sharing my bed.“Maybe there is,” I tease. “This isn’t like before, Mel. I’m done.”She tilts her head and traces a finger over her shoulder, deliberately drawing the other strap of her tank top down. Her breasts, still full and round without a bra on, are temptingly obvious under the skimpy shirt. “How about a final hurrah, then? For old time’s sake?”“No. I said I’m done. Go back downstairs.”She pouts, rolling her head back in frustration. The gesture is so like Hazel it makes me ache for her. Then she flounces back over to the bed and throws herself down on the unoccupied side. Her side.“I can’t sleep downstairs, Xavi It’s too quiet. And you’re going to wake me up when you start using all that heavy gym equipment. Can’t I just sl