All Chapters of My Best Friend's Brother : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~Joan~“Okay, good luck!” Rhoda said over the phone. I drew in a deep breath, a small smile creeping onto my face.“Thank you. I’ll drop by this evening,” I replied softly, and she made some kissy sounds before hanging up. I took a moment to check my appearance in the mirror.I wore a crisp white button-down and a black skirt, my hair tied back in a neat bun. A touch of makeup brought some color to my face, but not too much. I needed to look professional, and I hoped the nerves twisting in my stomach wouldn’t show.Grabbing my bag, I locked the door behind me and stepped outside, only to feel it again—the strange, creepy sensation that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. It sent goosebumps prickling across my skin.I froze. Someone was watching me.I glanced around, scanning the quiet street. Indie’s door was shut—she had traveled to Germany for some vague reason she’d mentioned last week—and my other neighbor had left early this morning.The street was empty.I shook off the feel

~Aaron~She’d already fallen asleep when I left. I called one of my guys almost immediately, asking him to keep an eye on her house while I got ready for our journey.The truth was, I hadn't thought about going to Paris, not even for a second—let alone going with Joan. I’d just wanted to do something for her, something to take her mind off all this, and leaving the country seemed like the best option. When I got home, I called the pilot and asked him to get the jet ready for tomorrow morning. At least if we left early, we’d be able to get there on time.I scrolled through my contacts and stopped at the number of a guy who’d once told me to call him if I ever went to Paris. It was his way of paying me back for saving his life a few years ago. And now, I planned to put that favor to use. After making the call, I tried to get a few hours of sleep, though it was useless. My mind wouldn’t stop running.Morning came sooner than expected. After packing a few things, I went to Joan’s house. I

~Aaron~I felt her before I saw her. The last of my drink burned down my throat as I watched the sea stretch endlessly under the dark sky. I told myself to hold out, to keep my eyes fixed on the horizon, not to turn around until she was closer.The driver had picked her up from the hotel, and she'd expressed her displeasure enough in the texts she sent. But tonight wasn’t about her mood or her protests. It was about her. About us.Planning a dinner date on a yacht had taken effort. I’d kept it under wraps because I knew myself too well. The moment I saw her in that dress, I’d be done for. I’d forget all my plans, cancel everything, and spend the night showing her exactly who she belonged to.“Should I be scared we’re trespassing on private property?” Her voice, soft and teasing, broke through my thoughts, and my restraint slipped. I turned.She stood just a few feet away, the night wrapping around her like she was a part of it. Her brows lifted slightly in curiosity, and she looked st

~Joan~I curled further into the warm, firm body pressed against me, letting out a soft sigh as I tried to ignore the golden rays of sunlight creeping onto my face. I wanted to savor the moment just a little longer before peeling my eyes open, only to come face-to-face with Aaron’s still-sleeping form.The good news? He was still out cold, giving me the rare chance to study him without interruption.His stubble had felt prickly under my fingers yesterday—definitely time for a shave—not that I expected Aaron to bother anytime soon. His dark lashes fanned across his cheeks, his lips now tinted faintly red, thanks to my lipstick.His arm tightened around me, pulling me closer, and I became acutely aware of his very obvious arousal pressing into my stomach.Okay?I hated to admit it, but Aaron was beautiful—if that was even the right word for a man. And he knew it too, never missing a chance to use his looks to his advantage.A low groan escaped him, and his eyelids fluttered. I shut my e

~Joan~I reread the message on my phone, my heart leaping all over again:Congrats! You passed the interview. You're expected to start work tomorrow by 8am. Looking forward to working with you! DomisAdA scream burst out of me as I jumped around my tiny apartment, giddy with excitement. My neighbors were probably annoyed, but I didn’t care. Soon, I’d be out of here anyway. Our trip to Paris had ended abruptly after that night at the park. He’d called his driver to take me home once we landed in New York, claiming he had something important to take care of. Ever since, he’d been distant, acting strange. We hadn’t really talked since we got back. Actually, we hadn’t talked at all.I grabbed my phone and sent him a quick text to tell him about the new job, hoping for some kind of response. Then I opened my laptop to finish drafting my resignation letter. With a deep breath, I hit send. Just like that, my time at McCormick’s was over. He’d been a great boss, and I’d miss working for