All Chapters of My Date, My Boss, My Step-brother!: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I loudly said every curse word I could think of as I dragged my suitcase inside—something that Ethan should be doing instead of standing there, all relaxed, leaning against the doorframe like this was some kind of luxury vacation.Which it was!"You're being dramatic, Sophie," he said, finally setting his phone down on the nightstand. "It’s just a bed."I turned around to glare at him. "Just a bed?" My voice came out in an annoyingly high pitch. "It’s the only bed!"He just shrugged my tantrum off. "It’s big enough for the both of us," he said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world."I am not sharing a bed with you.""Suit yourself." He casually unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and rolled them up, revealing his forearms in that effortless way that only made him more infuriating and... annoyingly hot.Then, to make things worse, he walked over and sprawled onto the bed like he owned the damn thing."You are an absolute prick."He only stretched his arms over his head, smirking

I was dressed to Kill I couldn't help but smile at my own reflection feeling more than satisfied as I adjusted the bust area of the red dress that clung to every inch of me like a second skin, it had a slit that was dangerously high and an off shoulder neckline. Since Ethan had decided to pack my bags, I might as well wear the most tempting dress in the pile after all. If he wanted to drag me into this game, I would play. I could already imagine his reaction when he saw me, the way his jaw would tighten, and the look eyes before he forced himself to act unaffected. He thought he was untouchable, tonight I would make sure he wasn’t. When I stepped out of the bedroom, I was not disappointed, he was standing near the suite’s minibar, fixing his cufflinks. The moment his eyes landed on me, I saw the way his jaw drilled, his eyes accessed my entire outfit as I knew he was more than pleased. I tried to stop myself from grinning Gotcha! “Something wrong, Mr. Blackwood?” I asked, feigni

My lips were swollen from his brutal kiss, my body still pinned between him and the elevator wall and all I could think about was how much I wanted and needed him.I grabbed his jacket, fisting the fabric to pull him closer. My body arched into his as Ieaned into his lips again. I needed more of him “Ethan…” I whispered, sounding so very desperate.He groaned, his grip on my waist tightening, I could sense how his restraint was slipping, but he was still holding back.He shook his head. "Not like this."I blinked, confused. "Then how?"His fingers brushed over my cheek, his gaze locking onto mine. “I want you, but if you give yourself to me, it won’t be in a moment of anger or desperation.”I didn't know what to do to make him see that my body was longing for him."Then take me, Please" I murmured, pressing my body closer, letting him feel exactly how much I wanted him.His jaw clenched, his breathing was becoming uneven. Then he leaned in, his lips almost kissing me.“Be mine,” he

The sheets were a tangled mess, my whole body still smelling like him. Fuck. I was still sore.I stretched instinctively, reaching for warmth—for him—but the space beside me was empty.A strange unease settled in my chest. I pushed myself up onto my elbows, scanning the room.He was near the window, already dressed, a folder resting in his lap. His sleeves were rolled up, his hair slightly tousled, but his posture was all business. Cold. Detached. A complete contrast to the man who had done unspeakable things to me just hours ago.Something was wrong."You’re up early," I murmured, my voice still thick with sleep.Ethan didn’t immediately respond. He flipped a page, scanning whatever document had his attention, then finally looked at me. Blue. Icy."We have something to discuss."That cool, unreadable tone—so different from last night. I frowned, trying to shake off the unease creeping up my spine."What’s so important that it couldn’t wait?"He didn’t answer. Instead, he tossed the f

"That’s that," Mr. Ventura said, looking pleased. "Tonight we celebrate at the hotel club VIP, of course."I nodded wondering how this old man wanted to drink at the club but Ethan didn’t react.He didn't even look at me when we shook hands with Ventura or even when we walked out of the restaurant and when we went back to our hotel room.My victory was cut short when. I saw another fresh contract on the bed waiting for me to sign.I stopped mid-step, glancing at the papers before turning toward Ethan, who was already angrily removing his tie."You had another copy?" I asked.He smirked . "I knew you would ruin the first one."I crossed my arms trying to look intimidating. "How very prepared of you."He just gave me an unbothered look. "Sign it."I picked it up. "And what about the job?"Ethan rubbed his fingers along his jaw before sighing. "I guess we can compromise,"I couldn't help but smile without another word. I grabbed the pen from the nightstand, bent over the bed just enoug