All Chapters of My Best Friend's Brother : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

~Joan~I thought getting a job would finally make me happy. Instead, I found myself calling in sick, that I got the flu. Once I left Aaron’s office, I went straight to the convenience store, grabbed a few bottles of beer, and headed home. I drank until I was numb, cried until my eyes felt dry, took a scalding shower, and curled up in bed. Still, nothing felt better. I kept trying to figure out what was wrong, but the answers wouldn’t come.Even as evening fell, I didn’t move. My phone buzzed with texts and calls, but I ignored them all. I knew it wasn’t him. It would never be him again. He had meant it when he said we were done, and my heart—God, my heart—felt like it had shattered into a million pieces.If I thought I’d been in love before, it was a lie compared to this. Aaron made me fall hard, so fast I couldn’t stop it. And then he crushed me.It was over now. I knew I had to let myself mourn what could have been, but I felt so drained, so empty. I wanted to close my eyes and

~Joan~The next few weeks dragged by slowly, and there was no word from Aaron or Rhoda. Speaking of Rhoda, I’d sent countless messages and called more times than I cared to admit, but she never responded. Maybe she still needed space. Still, it hurt. Rhoda was the closest thing to family I had ever since I left Boswell Child Care. She’d been there for me in ways no one else had.And maybe that was why I was staring at my phone again, scrolling through my old chats with Aaron.Unknown: Change that hair color.Me: Hello to you too, Thompson.Unknown: The hair. I mean it, kitten.Me: Keep this up, and I might start thinking you’re obsessed with my hair.Unknown: I am.A small smile tugged at my lips despite the ache in my chest. That conversation played in my head like it had just happened yesterday. I could still remember how Aaron had texted me for the first time. I never figured out how he got my number, but he’d driven all the way to my house that night just to convince me to chan

~Angelina~“Ma’am, Stefan is here to see you,” my housekeeper said. I glanced at her and nodded.“Let him in,” I replied, noticing her eyes widen as she took in my appearance. I raised an eyebrow, amused, as she hurried out and shut the door behind her.I stood up from my bed and walked over to the mirror, turning slightly to admire the way the white lingerie contrasted against my skin. A small smirk tugged at my lips. I knew I looked irresistible. Stefan wouldn’t know what hit him.A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. I flipped my hair over my shoulder, letting it cascade down my back, and walked to the bed, sitting down as seductively as possible.“Come in,” I called, my voice low and inviting. The door creaked open, and Stefan stepped inside, shutting it behind him.“Good mor—” His words faltered as his eyes swept over me, landing on the curve of my body. I smiled at his reaction, standing and walking toward him with slow, deliberate steps.“Good morning to you too, Mr.

~Aaron~"Where is he?" I asked Louis as I stepped into the basement. Without a word, he led me deeper inside to where he had tied Matthew upside down. I hummed, walking toward the table where an array of tools lay in neat line. When I said I was into security and technology, I never specified which side. I worked in both—the good and the bad. And unfortunately for Matthew, he had walked straight into the bad. The side that dealt with murder, torture, and all kinds of necessary punishment.Not all my men knew about this dark side. Some couldn’t handle it, and that was fine. I only needed a few who could."Water?" I asked, and Louis immediately brought a bucket. I took it and splashed it over Matthew’s bloodied face. He had been unconscious, but now he jerked awake, coughing violently against the restraints. Guess Louis had done a thorough job before tying him up. Good.Matthew groaned, his breath ragged. One of his eyes was swollen shut."Son of a bitch," he spat. "What do you—" He cou

~Joan~I arrived at the office late the next day. I’d stayed up with Denzel, talking about random things. It was actually fun, and for a while, I forgot about Aaron.The cab driver lost him last night, and I tipped him more than necessary. He was happy. I was even happier.Now, imagine my surprise when I walked into the office to find Alessia and Brielle gathered around my desk, gushing over a bouquet of flowers. My stomach dropped.“What’s going on here?” I asked, stopping just inside the doorway. Both women turned to me. Alessia straightened.“This was delivered for you.” She pointed at the bouquet of roses.Brielle smirked. “Is it from the guy from last night? I was holding back from reading the note attached to it.”I ignored their excitement and walked over, snatching the note from the flowers.I’m sorry, kitten. Tell me what it would take for you to let me talk to you?—AAMy jaw clenched. I crumpled the note in my fist.“Did you just—what did it say?” Alessia asked, looking gen