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• The Boss I Shouldn't Want, Now My Stepbrother    Chapter 77

  Bridgette "I should be asking you the same question." A strong Italian voice echoed. Never in a million years would I have thought I would find myself in such a position, sandwiched between two devilishly handsome men with high testosterone, playing knights in shining armor. I winced, shifting slightly to accommodate my burning ankle, which was currently bearing the brunt of being jostled around by these two men. Not that they had any idea of my pain, and I admit that was partly my fault. If only I hadn't rushed out of Rhysand's car in a fit of anger. Then I wouldn't have stumbled against a rock and almost fallen face-first into a puddle of murky water. Luckily I had been saved from that frightening ordeal, and it just happened to be by none other than Paul Varlesk, also known as Mr. P. A popular record label manager known for his rich videos looking into the lives of artists, which was mostly a nice way of saying he made fun of them. I'd been so shocked when he'd saved me that

• The Boss I Shouldn't Want, Now My Stepbrother    Chapter 76

  RhysandThe car ride was silent. Bridget had taken my offer to drive to the party, while Thorne rode in front, guiding us to the venue.Despite the joy I had felt when she'd taken my offer to go together, I was beginning to feel a sense of loss. Bridget wouldn't speak to me. She refused to acknowledge my presence and gave me no chance to bring up our earlier discussion.Currently, she sat with her eyes fixed on her phone, scrolling mindlessly through social media. Whenever I tried to broach the subject, she would ignore me or answer me with one-word sentences, giving me no chance to clear the air.The closer we got to our destination, the more panicked I felt. I couldn't brush aside the feeling that she was slipping away from me before she could even be mine.The opportunity to talk soon came when Thorne slowed down and turned into the hotel's parking space. I closely followed, purposely taking my time to find a good spot. Despite the valet sign offering to park, I waved him aside and

• The Boss I Shouldn't Want, Now My Stepbrother    Chapter 75

  BridgetteThe meeting began without any problems thanks to the detailed work done by the staff. I ran through the plans for the contract, our part to be played, and what was expected of Clarkson and Co if they saw fit to take the project. By the time I was done, an hour had passed."And that's all for the project. I believe a collaboration between two giants, such as ARW and Clarkson and Co, will make waves for ages to come," I ended, then walked towards my seat."Thank you, Ms. Hayes, for that wonderful presentation," Rhysand said, holding my gaze for a few seconds longer than necessary before he turned towards Mr. Thorne. "Are there any questions you'd like to have answered, or would that be all?"Thorne leaned into his chair in silence, his eyes closed as though contemplating."Mr. Thorne, is there a problem?" Rhysand asked again, a hint of annoyance in his tone. "Did you not get the full gist, or would you like more time to think about it?"I frowned in disapproval at Rhysand's to

• The Boss I Shouldn't Want, Now My Stepbrother     Chapter 74

  RhysandThorne Clarkson stood before us looking every bit as cocky as I remembered him, dressed in a flamboyant Armani blue suit, a white dress shirt, and a hat of the same color. He looked like a miniature version of his father, though a less smart and more watered-down version."Is now a good time?" he asked with a cocky smile, his eyes fluttering between me and Bridget before resting on our joined hands. "I don't want to interrupt anything. I can always come back."I scowled, my lips parted, ready to tell him to fuck off, when Bridgette snatched her arm away from my grip, her tone steady."Don't be ridiculous, Mr. Thorne," she said with a professional smile. "There's nothing more important than speaking with you. To what do we owe the honor?""Is that so?" Thorne drawled, his eyes darting towards me before looking back at Bridgette."Why are you here, Thorne?" I spat, willing him to disappear as quickly as he had arrived.Like his name suggested, Thorne had been a prickly thorn in

• The Boss I Shouldn't Want, Now My Stepbrother    Chapter 73

  RHYSAND"Ms. Hayes is the exception. Always," I said, my tone sharper than I intended, and Rosa flinched.I didn't bother to apologize, ignoring the flicker of fear that crossed her face as she twisted her fingers tightly."I'm sorry, Mr. Rhysand, I… I didn't know… I thought—""I'm not paying you to think so deeply," I cut through her excuse coldly, letting my disappointment darken my words. "I thought you were smarter than this, Rosa. It appears I was wrong."She flinched under my brutal words, and her eyes grew red and wet as though she was about to cry, but the moment didn't come as she quickly closed her eyes and exhaled.When she looked up at me, gone were her impending tears, replaced with a determined look. "You are right, Mr. Rhysand. I didn't think. I assure you it won't happen again."I shook my head, secretly impressed by this new Rosa. Gone was the overtly crybaby that always managed to annoy me, replaced by a much stronger version of herself. I liked it."I really didn't

• The Boss I Shouldn't Want, Now My Stepbrother    Chapter 72

  RhysandEvery once in a while, I am left speechless by my actions. Just like today, I had overslept.I, Rhysand Warner, had overslept, and no one had woken me up. The first thing I saw was sunlight bleeding past my curtains.Shit. I reached for my phone, and another expletive escaped my mouth. Past 9 a.m.I hadn't intended to stay up so late, much less talk to my father for more than five minutes, but last night had been different.For once, we hadn't argued about work or expectations. We'd sat by the pool, sipping aged scotch and talking about trivial things.My childhood, his. Old songs, and even a few stories about how he struggled to take care of me. Then he'd switched to Margaret, his love for her and how amazing she was. I couldn't remember the last time I had seen my father so emotional, so soft, like his marriage to Margaret had been the salvation he needed all along.Strangely, I was happy for him. Margaret was good for him, and I didn't regret the conversation. Not even as I