My Best Friend's Brother

~Joan~“This place is... wow,” I muttered as we entered the house, it had floor to ceiling windows, a fireplace and....well, it was perfect.But something felt slightly off.“So... how did you know about this place?” I asked Rhoda, who sat on the couch while I walked towards the window and stared down at the view of Spain.“Well, this is one of Aaron's properties,” she chuckled. I nodded, then paused.My stomach dropped. What?“He doesn’t know we're here. I have the spare keys to the building. I mean, why ask when I can just walk in?” Rhoda said, glancing at me with a small smile on her face.“This is Aaron's house?” I asked slowly. She turned around fully, raising a brow at me.“Yeah, it’s his.” Her voice was quiet. "What is it?"I pinched the bridge of my nose, disbelief washing over me. The fuck? “I can't believe you brought me to Aaron's house of all places,” I muttered. For God's sake, she knows what her brother was like and still she went ahead and brought me to his house?Rhoda

~Aaron~I was an early riser... Or maybe that was the wrong word to use. I had insomnia, so sleeping was a problem.Which explained why I was in the kitchen by 4 a.m., fully dressed in my usual outfit—a suit—brewing coffee. I walked into the sitting room, glancing at the windows. It was already dawn. The sky was glowing red, a warning of the day ahead.Soon enough, the girls would be awake. Speaking of "girls"... I took a sip of my coffee before walking toward the window, staring down at the quiet city, save for a few cars and early risers moving like ghosts through the streets. I’d had a business meeting in Barcelona, which explained why I was in Spain. I was supposed to be finishing up by the weekend and returning to New York on Monday. I should’ve been thinking about work, logistics, my schedule. But I wasn’t.No, I was thinking about what I’d come back to—my house invaded by my sister and her best friend. Rhoda always had a streak of stubbornness in her, but it never flared into

~Joan~ Everything happened too fast. One minute, my gown brushed against my thighs modestly, and in the next? It was bunched around my waist, leaving me exposed. The sound of something being torn filled the air and I knew that was my panties. A shiver ran down my spine as the cool air hit my bare skin, and despite myself, a twisted smile crept onto my lips. I can’t believe we’re doing this. His dick pressed against the crack of my ass, and I arched into him, as warmth rushed to every part of my body “This is what you want, right?” he whispered, his voice rough and breath hot against my ear. A knot twisted tight in my stomach as I shook my head. “Don’t bring your mouth near me,” I bit out, keeping my voice steady, almost detached. I couldn’t let him see how this affected me. I felt him smirk against my neck as he pulled back. “Oh, Joan.” His voice was almost mocking. “I have no intention of touching you with my lips.” His fingers found their way inside me, and a moan slipped

Too Busy To Care ~Aaron~“We’re wrapping up the final project,” Lauren said, pointing at the screen as the slides transitioned. Her voice was crisp, professional. I tapped my fingers against my chin, considering the information.“I assume you’ve kept Mr. Hampton in the loop?” I asked, watching her expression. Lauren nodded and moved away from the screen, her focus shifting to gathering her files.The office was quiet, the others having left after the board meeting. My recent trip to Spain had paid off—I’d managed to secure a deal with a man whose investment I’d been pursuing for months.“Yes, I have. He seemed quite impressed,” Lauren replied. I nodded again and stood. She busied herself with packing her files, not sparing me a glance.This was precisely why I enjoyed working with Lauren. She wasn’t one of those women who threw coy smiles in my direction or pretended to be mesmerized by me. She didn’t care about my looks, let alone my personality—which, admittedly, was nothing to writ

~ Joan ~Rhoda let out a choked laugh once we’d reached a safe distance, far enough to be sure those men weren’t on our heels anymore.Throwing her head back, she laughed again, the sound disappearing into the night air. It was 10 p.m., and the sparse crowd around us stared like we’d lost our minds.“Glad you find this funny,” I said dryly, though a faint smile tugged at my lips as I dangled my heels in the air.I’d slipped them off earlier when we’d outrun the men. How we managed to sprint so fast remained a mystery.At least I was lucky. My purse was still intact, though I was certain my fists and legs would be sore by morning.“Jo—oh, goodness,” Rhoda stammered, wiping tears of laughter from her cheeks. I just stared at her.Rhoda wasn’t one to stand up for herself. She’d have been forced to tonight if I hadn’t been there.A shudder ran through me at the thought of Rhoda being dragged into something so vile. Worse still, Aaron would likely kill me if he found out anything had happe