All Chapters of My Best Friend's Brother : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~Aaron~“Aaron! Aaron!” Angelina’s voice rose behind me, a bite to it and relentless.As soon as Joan had disappeared from sight, Angelina had pulled away from me, immediately following me while I strolled to my room.I pushed the door open and walked in. She followed, her steps echoing behind me. “I’m your girlfriend! And you did nothing even after I told you she disrespected me!” Angelina snapped.I moved towards my bed, before glancing back at her.I unbuttoned my shirt with slow, deliberate movements, trying to keep my irritation in check.My skin prickled, my patience stretched thin. She was too close, in my space again. Moments like these reminded me why I didn’t share a room.“Who are we talking about here?” I asked, shrugging out of my shirt. My voice was calm, too calm, like a storm waiting to break out.“Your sister’s friend. Joan or whatever she calls herself,” she said with a sarcastic bite, crossing her arms. Her eyes flicked over my chest before meeting mine, her gaze h

~Joan~“Are you avoiding me, kitten?” Aaron asked, leaning casually against the kitchen island while I focused on arranging the flowers in a vase.I didn’t bother to respond. He doesn’t get to stroll in here, acting like everything is fine, like he hasn’t done anything wrong. Because he had, and he knew it.I grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and took a long sip, more to buy time than to quench my thirst.“That’s a question that requires an answer,” he said. His voice was calm, but I could feel the weight of his gaze as I placed the glass down on the counter.His eyebrow lifted, his sharp eyes probing mine, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. He was smart enough to figure out I was ignoring him, so why was he pushing?Turning my back on him, I tried to walk out of the kitchen, but his hand shot out, gripping my arm. Heat flared in my chest as I glanced down at his fingers pressing into my skin.“You don’t walk away while I’m talking, Madison.” His voice had

~ Joan~Aaron stared at me skeptically, like I gave an answer he wasn't expecting. Maybe I did actually give an answer he wasn't expecting. Just like his question had taken me by surprise.“Yes?” he asked, his dark eyes lighting up a little, the hint of a challenge flickering there. I forced my gaze to my fingers, pretending they were the most fascinating thing in the room, anything to stop myself from ogling his thighs or the erection still making a very obvious tent in his pants.And I could count on my fingers quite a number of things I wanted to do to that, but I guess this wasn't the right time. It wasn't.His cock bounced lightly under my perusal and I raised a brow. Jesus, the man was insatiable. And that comment I made about his dick not being memorable? Screw that—his was the best I’d ever had. Literally speaking. I haven't been with a lot of men, but I know a good dick when I saw one and feel one.“Like you said, we haven’t gotten each other out of our systems yet, so it’d b

~Joan~The journey back to New York was one of the most awkward ones I'd ever experienced.Rhoda sat close to me the whole time, glued to her phone. Across from us were Aaron and his girlfriend, and I could feel Aaron’s eyes shooting daggers at both my hair and Rhoda’s.Knowing it annoyed him made me want to keep the new color even more. And yes, I would. The man had no say in my life.For a moment, a small, ridiculous part of me wondered if I should change it back, just to stop his glaring for once. But the louder, stronger part of me? He could screw himself for all I cared.Eventually, I distracted myself with my laptop, my fingers flying across the keyboard as words began spilling out.We arrived in New York late that night. Everyone said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. Rhoda and I shared a quick, warm hug before parting. Neither Aaron nor his girlfriend, Angelina, said a word to me, and I didn’t bother saying anything to them either.I had a pretty good idea that Ange

~Aaron~The next few days at work were hectic. I’d been out of New York for two weeks, and while my manager had done a decent job keeping the company running, there were still matters that demanded my attention. Stacks of paperwork, endless calls, and back-to-back meetings left me no room to breathe.That was one of the reasons I hadn’t reached out to Joan—no texts, no calls, nothing since that night. Not after she’d turned me into a wreck. I’d only just realized the kind of power she had over me, and knowing Joan, she probably didn’t even realize it herself.The intercom buzzed, dragging me out of my thoughts. I glanced up from the file in front of me, already irritated by the interruption.“Sorry to disturb you, sir,” Brooklyn, the intern, said through the speaker. “But there’s a lady here asking to see you.”I frowned. “Does she have an appointment?”“No, sir. But she says she’s someone you’d want to see.”Before I could respond, I heard her voice faintly in the background. “Can I