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Chapter 20: Steamyyy
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2026-04-13 01:06:30
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Faking It With My stepbrother Chapter 25
Lilas pov"If jealousy were a perfume, Sloane, you’d be wearing enough of it to trigger a hazardous materials alert.”The air in the center of the warehouse was still vibrating from our three-way waltz, but the bubble burst the second I stepped away from Asher and Jax. I headed toward the makeshift bar for a glass of something that wasn't adrenaline, but I didn't even make it past the row of vintage Ducatis before a shadow blocked my path.Sloane Van Doren didn't look like an ice queen anymore. She looked like a live wire about to snap."You really have no shame, do you?" she hissed, her voice low so the surrounding snobs couldn't eavesdrop. She stepped into my space, the scent of her expensive lilies clashing with the warehouse’s musk. "To drag them into this… this circus? You’re turning two of the most powerful names in the country into a punchline for a TikTok trend."I took a slow sip of my lukewarm cider, leaning back against the chrome of a bike. "Actually, Sloane, I think I’m t
Faking It With My stepbrother Chapter 24 – The Biker Ball
Asher’s POVThe Reapers’ warehouse didn’t usually do ‘classy,’ but tonight, the grease and gravel were hidden under layers of black silk and neon lighting. We called it the Biker Ball—a middle finger to the country club galas my father loved so much. It was a formal event where the dress code was ‘black tie and leather,’ and the only rule was that if you started a fight, you had to finish it outside so you didn't stain the rugs.I adjusted the collar of my suit, my cast-covered arm tucked awkwardly against my side. I felt like a penguin in a cage, but it was worth it for the look on the Harrington snobs' faces as they filtered in, clutching their pearls and eyeing the row of Harleys parked where the buffet should be."You look like you're planning a murder, Vale," Snake muttered, adjusted his own tie. "Relax. The beer is cold and the girls are rich.""I'm not looking at the girls," I snapped. "I'm looking for the girl."Right on cue, the roar of my own bike echoed through the corruga
Faking It With My stepbrother Chapter 23: The secret room
Lila’s POV“If you’re going to buy a girl a sanctuary, you might want to make sure the floor is waterproof, because I’m about ten seconds away from making a very expensive mess.”The Silvercrest air was crisp, but the interior of Jax’s sleek black Audi smelled like leather and whatever insanely expensive cologne he wore that made my brain short-circuit. He’d been acting weird all morning—not 'I’m-keeping-a-secret-from-Sloane' weird, but 'I’ve-done-something-ridiculous-for-you' weird.“Jax, if you’re taking me to another country club, I’m going to start biting people,” I warned, clutching my battered messenger bag.“Trust me, Lila. For once, I’ve actually listened to what you want, rather than what my father thinks you should have,” he said, his eyes flicking to me with a warmth that made my stomach do a slow, lazy somersault. He reached over, his hand settling on my thigh, his thumb tracing small, possessive circles through the fabric of my jeans.He pulled up in front of an old, ivy-
Faking It With My stepbrother Chapter 22
Jax's POV “If there were an Olympic sport for having the worst timing in the history of the human race, my parents would be standing on the podium draped in gold.”The pounding at the door didn't stop, but the world inside the den had already frozen over. I pulled away from Sloane, my heart hammering a jagged, guilty rhythm against my ribs. The heat that had been clouding my judgment just seconds ago vanished, replaced by the cold realization of exactly who was on the other side of that wood.“Jax? Are you in there? We decided the gala was a bore and caught an early flight.” My mother’s voice, sharp and elegant, sliced through the tension.Sloane scrambled to adjust her slip dress, her eyes darting around the room with a mix of feline frustration and genuine panic. “Jax,” she hissed, her voice a frantic whisper. “If they see me like this—”“I know,” I breathed, already standing and fumbling with my own buttons. “Go. The back hallway through the kitchen leads to the garage. My spare k
Faking It With My stepbrother Chapter 21
Jax's POV “I’m not sure what’s more dangerous, Sloane—the fact that you’re standing on my doorstep in the middle of a thunderstorm, or the fact that I’m actually considering letting you in.”I pulled the door wider, the cool, damp air of the Silvercrest night rushing into the foyer. Sloane stood there, looking nothing like the porcelain ice queen who had tried to dismantle Lila in the gymnasium. Her blonde hair was damp, clinging to the lapels of a trench coat that looked far too thin for the weather. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her usual mask of Manhattan perfection cracked down the middle.“Jax,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I didn’t know where else to go. My father… he’s in one of his moods. He’s furious about the Hartley merger falling through, and he’s taking it out on everyone. I couldn’t stay there.”I felt a familiar, annoying tug of protective instinct. We had grown up together; I knew exactly what a 'mood' from a Van Doren patriarch looked like. My parents were in the
Faking It With My stepbrother Chapter 20: Steamyyy
Lila's Pov "If I get caught in here, my scholarship won’t just be revoked; it’ll be turned into confetti and fed to the school mascot."I whispered the warning to the empty air of the Harrington gymnasium, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. It was nearly midnight, and the only light came from the moon streaking through the high, arched windows. My stolen sketchbook—the one with the very detailed drawings of a certain leather-clad menace—had been swiped from my bag during the pep rally, and I knew exactly which of Sloane’s minions had stashed it in the girls’ locker room as a "prank."I pushed the heavy door open, the scent of lavender-scented soap and expensive floor wax hitting me. I navigated by the glow of my phone, my sneakers squeaking softly on the tiles. I reached the row of lockers near the back, my breath hitching as I saw my leather-bound book sitting on top of a bench like a trap.I lunged for it, clutching it to my chest, but as I turned to flee, a hand
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