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CHAPTER 66 ~ A COLLATERAL JEREMÍAS The court is a chaos of shouts and jumps, the hardwood floor vibrating with each sound. My teammates are cheering , giving one another high fives, hugs, fist bumps and chest bumps, their voices echoing off the walls in the room. We just won the first phase of the basketball championship, a five point lead that felt like a marathon victory to us. André is the loudest of them all. He rushes to me, hooking his arm around my neck with enough force to make me stumble. “At least smile, bro,” he says, making his voice loud over the noise. His hair is mixed with both sweat and water, the curls flinging off drops everywhere. “You're the captain. We won because of you.”I look at him, not saying a word. His brown eyes are on me, wide and sparkling with excitement. After a minute of realizing I won't do anything he says, he unhooks his arm and rushes back to the centre of the court, still celebrating with the rest of the teammates.I stand near the bench,
90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed FEEBLE REBEL
JEREMÍAS I stand there, motionless, letting her hug me. I can't raise my arms to return the gesture. My hands are still locked together in that vibrating grip. If I let go, I know the tremors will return. It stopped over seven months ago. I had taken prescriptions to stop the tremor and it had worked. But after hearing what Caleb had said so casually, without remorse, it flared up again. It is nothing I can control, even if I try. I stare blankly at Caleb's room door, remembering the look on Ashley's face. Her delicate features were laced with shock. Shock that I could be that cruel, and maybe to my own brother. Now, I was probably just a monster to her. I lean into my mom's hug, exhaling sharply. I remember when I had told my mom to stop hugging me and that it was cringe. Now, I really need it and I'm glad she hadn't listened to me. With her, I can be calm. I force my breathing to slow down, so my mom doesn't feel my heart pounding in my chest. Caleb's room door sudden
90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed CROSSING A LINE
JEREMÍASCaleb hands which were simply resting on the sheets, now grips the sheets roughly. His fingers ball to fists on the mattress. He swallows, the movement of his throat desperate, while his eyes dart around the room. His eyes are everywhere except on my face or body. The way he glances at me and quickly looks away again only confirms the things I have just heard minutes ago. He's suddenly tensed. Visibly. “Why didn't you tell me what you knew?” I press, my heart racing with anger. “For almost six years, you've held it. Why didn't you rub it in my face this time? You would surely have loved that!”My tone is cold, but somewhat steady. Not like I thought it would be. I don't know how I'm managing to hold in whatever storm's brewing in me right now. It's nearly impossible. Caleb sighs lazily. He doesn't answer immediately. He pushes himself up, his movements jagged as he leaps past me, heading towards the window near the far end of the room. It's as if the window offers more
90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed DON'T FEIGN IGNORANCE
JEREMÍAS My hands clench into fists at my sides, my jaw tight. My father's foot hovers over the gas, his fingers wrapping around the wheel. “Don't move the damn car,” I say, my voice cold enough to dry my wet jersey on my body. Fuck. I can't even think clearly. He doesn't listen. He steps on the gas, letting the car go at a full speed on the free highway. His eyes are on the road, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. A vein throbs in his temple as he drives. If he's livid with anger, it's great. I don't care about his anger. If anything, I relish it. He deserves to feel every ounce of the ruin he has planted. “Which one does he know?” I press, not still daring to look at him. Focusing my eyes in front is better than turning to him. Damn, I can't face someone like him now. “About the company or the assassination?” His jaw works, his eyes lowering to the steering wheel. “He doesn't know about the company,” he mutters, not sounding as confident as he was earlier. I
90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed A COLLATERAL
JEREMÍAS The court is a chaos of shouts and jumps, the hardwood floor vibrating with each sound. My teammates are cheering , giving one another high fives, hugs, fist bumps and chest bumps, their voices echoing off the walls in the room. We just won the first phase of the basketball championship, a five point lead that felt like a marathon victory to us. André is the loudest of them all. He rushes to me, hooking his arm around my neck with enough force to make me stumble. “At least smile, bro,” he says, making his voice loud over the noise. His hair is mixed with both sweat and water, the curls flinging off drops everywhere. “You're the captain. We won because of you.” I look at him, not saying a word. His brown eyes are on me, wide and sparkling with excitement. After a minute of realizing I won't do anything he says, he unhooks his arm and rushes back to the centre of the court, still celebrating with the rest of the teammates. I stand near the bench, watching as they fis
90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed WHAT THE HELL, CALEB!
CALEB My gaze shifts to André who is now standing. For a minute, I had genuinely forgotten he was even in the room. I had forgotten that Jeremías' best friend is in the same room as us. Damn it. He approaches me, his eyes fixed on me. It's definitely more like a glare, but not noticeable. He glances at Ashley for a second, before turning fully to me, his eyes locking onto mine with a cold gaze. “You were hurt badly,” he says, his voice thick but casual. “Save your words and explanations. You really should be resting.” His words are devoid of the warmth I had just spent the last fifteen minutes gaining from Ashley. If not Jeremías, it's his ‘acting’ twin. They would never let me be in peace. My jaw tightens. It was either him or Jeremias, staying close, waiting to scatter any delicate plan I come up with to keep Ashley by my side. Why is he even here? He should be with Jeremías right now. “I've rested well enough at the hospital,” I reply, forcing my tone not to sound weak.
90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed UGLY TOO
ASHLEY “Caleb!” What the hell? After all the ‘thinking about it’ and needing just closure, I find him inside a pool, tongue in tongue with a Spanish that ghosts him. I wish he doesn't know how to swim. I can just push them far apart and watch him struggle to get to her. He jerks his head arou
90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed GOTTEN CLOSURE
JEREMÍAS I surely didn't expect Caleb to bring anyone with him as he was coming, and especially not her. I knew they were best friends but I didn't know she was far different from how Caleb had described her the last time he visited alone. But she? She's pretty and delicate, in a way that make
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
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