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90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed HIM
JEREMÍAS The voice pulls me from my thoughts. I stop, glancing at the young man in his early twenties who is now standing in my path. He's handsome, has great features and is wearing a blue company uniform shirt. A jagged, long scar is embedded in his right cheek, still looking fresh, like it happened a week ago. “Yes,” I say, keeping my eyes on him. One wrong look elsewhere in the company and I might become a threat. “But I need to use the restroom first. I'll be back.” The man nods, his eyes trailing me with a predatory look. He definitely knows the drill. I've been here before, but I've never gone past the restrooms. Every damn time. I've been watched, escorted and hovered around by these men whenever I tried to bypass their inner security. It's like they know I'm a threat. But today, I don't plan on leaving. I turn left into a narrow hallway. My heart is beating at a normal pace. I've been here before; it's no first. I continue walking until I hear the employee's f
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CHAPTER 33 ~ I'M NOT YOURSJEREMÍAS Someone pounds on my door twice, the sound echoing in the quiet room. I don't know if it's something urgent, but with the way the knock started, it had to be extremely important, like a hurricane approaching soon.“The door's not locked,” I call out from inside the room. The person doesn't hesitate or wait for an invitation. The door flings open and Ashley storms in, to my surprise. I'm in a press-up posture, my body bare, with only the shorts I'm wearing. When I see her fully, I stand, exhaling silently. “How dare you? Who gave you the right?” she shouts, her voice cracking with the intensity of her fury. I don't get the time to fully admire her before she lashes out. I arch my brows, looking at her with a slight smirk on my face. “What right?”She approaches closer, almost closing the distance between us. Her index finger shoots out, pointing directly at my chest. The poor chest doesn't even know what's going on. “Who gave you the right to
90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed FEEL GUILTY
CALEB I groan as I step inside the house. Every movement sends a bolt of lightning through my neck, especially as I try to look at Ashley. My arm muscles are strained from using these crutches even for less than twenty four hours. My posture is deliberately slumped, my eyes fixed on the living room as I approach further. Then, she calls out my name. The same way she has always been calling out to me when all she needs is me. The same way she calls out my name like ten times in an hour. Not now. Not since we've arrived in Spain. My eyes flicker to André sitting on the armchair, but I don't pay attention to him. She bolts up from the sofa she's resting on, her eyes instantly landing on me. When her eyes lock onto mine, I see the familiar expression I've been waiting for since our ride back home. I drop my shoulders further, knitting my brows together into that of someone in misery. I wince, heaving a shaky breath that I hope sounds pathetic enough to break her heart. “
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ASHLEY I watch Mrs Isabelle shift in her position, her palms folding. Her expression changes to a neutral mask—the kind that guarded any true thoughts she's having. She forces a stiff smile on her face, one that fully exposes the wrinkles on her face. “I love both Caleb and Jeremías, dear. But I can't tell you anything. If Jeremías told you the truth, you would know. It won't be that hard for you.” Her tone is firm and sincere. She has the exact same expression as Jeremías had on when he was telling me the truth. It runs in their genes I guess. Perfect. “I know, but—” I start, the words struggling to come out. I needed someone, a target to blame for the terrifying nightmares of blood rushing profusely from my stomach. Mrs Isabelle reaches her hand out, placing it over mine. It's warm and steady. It's a gesture I really need at this moment. “Besides, I'm not too sure to say. I don't really know. I wasn't exactly there the moment it happened. I heard different stories about
90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed PLEASE, TELL ME
ASHLEY My brows furrow. “What do you mean? You just said you knew that Jeremías would tell me the truth. Why are you suddenly surprised about it?” My dad clears his throat, the sound strained over the line. “It's just… a little surprising, dear. That's all.” Gosh. First, they knew about it, and now it's a little surprising. What are they really thinking right now? “Why is it surprising? Didn't you guys know?” “Well, the story from Caleb and his father always explained that it was Jeremías that tried to hurt you. Not Caleb.” My heart sinks deep down to my stomach. Everything around me suddenly feels suffocating. “Jeremías?” I whisper, unable to even call his name properly. “But it's not factual,” my mom chips in, her voice calm. “Nothing is factual. It's just what they all said at the time. We weren't in the living room when it happened; we didn't see who really did it. And the cameras weren't installed yet because it was a new house.” “True, dear,” my dad adds. “But we trus
90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed MY SHARE OF INSOMNIA
ASHLEY I step inside the house and shut the door behind me with a mild thud. The house is still too quiet. I make my way for the stairs, ascending it, my legs feeling heavier with each step. I walk across the bright hallway, stopping in front of Caleb's bedroom door. I linger there, staring at the wood, not knocking or going in. I push the door open, stepping inside after a few internal convincing. The room is empty, the bed dressed perfectly, the windows open slightly to let in fresh, cool air. My eyes dart around the room, even the open bathroom. But no figure emerges from anywhere. “Caleb?” I call, my voice almost a whisper. I wonder if he'll even hear me call out to him at this rate. He isn't in here. He wasn't in the living room either. It was empty and so silent that I could hear my sneakers as I walked on the foyer. I step out, closing the door. Then, I stroll to my room. Caleb is mostly always in my personal space, and my bedroom, waiting or hovering around. He mig
90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed NOT OFFICIALLY
ASHLEY Ohhh. So, he's the distant first Cruz brother in the family. Caleb never really talked about him, but whenever his mum suggested he was going to visit his brother in Spain, he would refuse, saying that he likes how they barely know each other. “Your name.” “Huh?” “What's the name, los
90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed HIS STEPBROTHER
ASHLEY I swallow hard, my cheeks flushing red. My hands are resting on Caleb's warm chest muscle. “Yes. Definitely you and I,” he says, his smile sheepish. “If you want, it can happen now. I can quickly call up Josh for you while I have my share of fun with Mirabel. My face quickly stiffens an
90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed HOLIDAY IN SPAIN
ASHLEY The paintbrush slips from my hand, hitting the floor and splattering paint across the polished floor. I jerk my head around to face her. My mum and my dad are standing a few metres away from me, staring and smiling. I know that expression all too well. It is the same ‘smiling with just
90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed SICK TALK
ASHLEY “Boring right?” A young out-of-shape man says, leaning into my space. He holds up a bottle with the name “VODKA” boldly written on it, a greasy smile plastered on his face. “How about we go over to my place and I show you what real fun looks like?” “Fuck off, sicko,” I snap, the irritati
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