All Chapters of Forbidden Desire:My Best Friend's Brother : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

KendallElora and I head out to the pool the next morning as if nothing happened. She doesn’t comment on Camden or my pregnancy, just acts like everything’s normal. I don’t ask what she said to Camden. I’m too embarrassed.I can’t be angry at her for taking up for me, but I hope that she didn’t tell Camden anything personal – like how I’ve had a crush on him basically my whole life.I feel like I look a little chubby in my bikini, so I wear a one piece with cutouts right above my love handles.“You look great in that suit,” Elora says, as if she knows I feel insecure.I smile at her gratefully. I was wrong last night to accuse her of wanting me to be invisible. I know it isn’t her fault that she’s so beautiful and straight-forward and that guys flock to her.She’s always been lovely to me, and instead of apologizing, I lean against her and she hugs me from the side.All is forgiven, just like any other time we’ve ever had a fight. It’s one thing I love about being friends with Elora

CamdenAfter my swim, I go to shower and spend some time in my room, making calls. Angelo is my first call, since he’s nearby.“Camden, what’s up?” he answers, sounding out of breath.“Are you busy?” I ask him, and he scoffs.“There’s been nothing going on for weeks,” he complains. “I’m bored out of my mind.”“Good to hear,” I mumble, “because I’ve got something really exciting coming up.”“Oh, do tell,” he says brightly.Angelo is a bit of a loose cannon, but everyone knows he gets the job done.“Marco Barone,” I say, and I can practically hear the grin in Angelo’s voice when he answers.“Oh, hell yeah.”“He’s hiding out underground,” I tell him. “Abandoned warehouses in the slums, that kind of shit.”“Sounds like a good time. When are we moving out?”“Soon,” I tell him. “I’ll call you once I get the location.”“Perfect. I just got a new piece and I’ve been dying to use it.”I laugh and hang up the phone. It’s good to know that I have people on my side, especially Angelo. He’s always

KendallI’m full and tired by the time dinner is over, and I go to lie down for a few minutes. It’s still early, but I fall asleep nevertheless.I wake up late at night. Looking at my phone I notice that it’s two in the morning. Someone is banging on the door and I squint at the doorway.“Come in,” I call, and Camden all but falls into the room, stumbling toward the bed.“Are you going to see anyone else?” he asks, his words slurred, and I just stare at him, sitting up in bed with the duvet still over my body.“What the hell are you talking about?” I ask. “You’re drunk.”“So?” he asks, walking over and climbing onto the bed clumsily, plopping down beside me on top of the duvet.“So, you don’t know what you’re saying,” I say, looking over at him and fighting a laugh. His dark hair is falling into his face, his shirt half unbuttoned, showing bronze flesh in between. He smells like whiskey. “Have you been drinking all day?”“I am stressed,” he says. “You’re having my baby and you’re goin

CamdenI’m hungover as hell when I wake up in Kendall’s bed, and I barely remember the night before. I know that I should stay in bed with her, wait until she wakes up, but I can’t remember what I said to her.I know it must have been something stupid, because of the way I was feeling when I left Dante’s office.My head was spinning and I felt like I needed to see her, needed her viscerally, the way you need food or water to survive. I know that I said something that might hurt her later, when I tell her that I didn’t mean it.They say in vino veritas, which means in wine, there’s truth, but is that true? Did I mean whatever I said to her last night?Can I face her now?My plan is to play dumb, pretend like nothing ever happened.“When are we going back home?” Elora asks when I walk down to the kitchen. “I’m worried about Mama.”“I hired someone to help around the house and I’ve been calling her,” I defend, but I know that isn’t enough. Our mother won’t tell us when she’s not well, a

KendallAs soon as Camden leaves, I run upstairs to Elora’s room, banging wildly on the door.She comes to the door with her hair mussed and her eyes squinted since she hasn’t put in her contacts yet, glaring at me.“It’s seven in the goddamn morning, Kendall,” she complains, but then she sees the look on my face and stills. “What happened?”“Camden just left,” I babble. “He went after Marco.”Her green eyes widen. “Oh no, he fucking didn’t,” she curses, walking past me and running almost right into Dante. “How could you let him leave?”Dante shrugs. “I’m not his keeper.”“Don’t give me that,” she hisses. “You know going after Marco right now is suicide—”“Don’t claim to tell me what I know, Elora Andretti,” Dante says in a low voice, channeling his capo attitude, and I swallow hard.I don’t want Elora to get into trouble.“We’re just worried,” I explain, and Dante’s face softens.“I know, but you both know that Camden does what he wants. I couldn’t have stopped him if I wanted to.”