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Chapter 8

مؤلف: Casey Rover
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Liam was talking. He'd been talking for about ten minutes straight, something about a colleague and a parking spot and a complaint that had apparently escalated well beyond what a parking spot deserved.

I was nodding. Smiling in the right places. Making the small sound that meant I was listening.

I'm such a good pretender. Honestly, I should be an actress. Better hours than working for that man, probably.

"Nova."

"Hmm?"

He came up behind me while I was doing my hair, wrapped his arms around my
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  • My Boyfriend's Brother   Chapter 26

    I was still pissed.Sunday morning, and I was still pissed, phone buzzing on the counter every twenty minutes or so, Rhett's name lighting up the screen over and over, and I let every single call go straight to voicemail on principle.He'd texted too. Several times. I hadn't read past the previews, just enough to catch the shape of them, *Nova, call me back*, *please*, *I know I messed up*, before locking the screen again and going back to whatever I was pretending to focus on instead.I cleaned the flat, mostly to have something to do with my hands. Reorganised a cupboard that didn't need reorganising. Watched forty minutes of something on the telly without absorbing a single plot point.By early afternoon the calling had become almost rhythmic, predictable enough that I could set my watch by it, twelve, half past, one, quarter past two, each one lighting up the counter and going ignored in equal measure. I felt a small, petty satisfaction in it, watching his name appear and disappea

  • My Boyfriend's Brother   Chapter 25

    I went to his house Saturday morning without being invited, which felt insane the entire Tube ride over and didn't stop me from doing it anyway.I'd rehearsed most of what I wanted to say somewhere around Bank station, discarded half of it by the time I changed lines, and arrived with nothing left except the anger itself, unedited, no speech attached.Ingrid opened the door, took one look at my face, and stepped aside without a word, which told me she'd already clocked exactly what kind of morning this was going to be."He's in the kitchen," she said. "Try not to break anything.""No promises."She almost smiled at that, which under any other circumstances would have felt like a genuine milestone.Rhett was in the kitchen, not working, just standing there with a mug he wasn't drinking from, and he looked up when I walked in with an expression that was somewhere between surprised and braced."You weren't invited," he said."You didn't answer my texts. This felt like the next logical st

  • My Boyfriend's Brother   Chapter 24

    I hadn't seen Rhett in a week.Not since the office, not since the promise, not since the silence that followed both of them. He'd cancelled Saturday without explanation, a single text, *not this week*, nothing else attached to it, and I'd spent the whole weekend telling myself that was fine, that people were allowed to cancel things, that it didn't mean anything.It felt like it meant something.Monday, I texted him about a contract that needed his signature, purely functional, nothing personal in it at all.*Getting to it,* came back an hour later, three words, none of the usual back and forth attached.Tuesday I tried again, something small, half a joke about Marchetti's latest round of complaints, the kind of thing that would normally get at least a one line reply out of him.Nothing came back at all.Work carried on without him mostly, emails routed through his assistant on the twelfth floor when anything urgent came up, brief and impersonal, nothing like the running commentary I

  • My Boyfriend's Brother   Chapter 23

    I sat there for a second, letting the sentence land properly."Okay," I said, slowly. "And that's, that's a lot, obviously, but I'm not sure I understand why you need me specifically to promise secrecy. It's just a friend of yours having a baby, ""It might be mine."I stopped."What?""The baby. It might be mine." He said it like it cost him something physical to get the words out, rubbing both hands over his face. "When she came back, two months ago, we, " he didn't finish the sentence, didn't need to. "It was one night. We were both drunk, both nostalgic, both stupid. It shouldn't have happened, and we agreed afterward it was a mistake and never spoke about it again.""Okay.""She showed up today saying she wanted to see me. That's all she said on the phone." He exhaled, like even the memory of the last hour was exhausting. "I sent you out because it was Sophie, and whatever she wanted, I figured it was personal, not work. I had no idea what was actually coming. Then, once we were

  • My Boyfriend's Brother   Chapter 22

    I made it about four feet down the corridor before Amara intercepted me, coffee in hand, eyebrows already halfway up her forehead."Who was that" she asked"You saw her?""Everyone saw her. She walked through this floor like she owned the carpet." Amara fell into step beside me, entirely too invested. "Tall. Terrifying coat. Looked at me like I was furniture.""That's Sophie Bell. I don't actually know who she is yet, he sent me out before I could find out.""He sent you out?""Politely. Sort of.""Nova, that's insane, why would he, "We didn't get further than that, because Sophie and Rhett appeared in the doorway behind us, still mid conversation, her voice carrying easily down the corridor."You always do this," she was saying, light, teasing, though something underneath it wasn't entirely light at all. "Disappear for weeks and then act surprised when I show up demanding attention.""I don't disappear.""You absolutely disappear.""Goodbye, Sophie.""Bye, Rhett." She reached up and

  • My Boyfriend's Brother   Chapter 21

    "This clause is going to get us sued," I said, tapping the page. "Whoever wrote it clearly hated punctuation on a personal level." "It's fine." "It's not fine, Rhett, it's a run-on sentence disguised as a legal document." "Fix it, then." "That's not how this works. You're supposed to catch these before they get to me." "I have a PA for that." "I am the PA." "Then I'm doing my job perfectly." I threw a highlighter cap at him. He caught it without looking up, which felt, frankly, unfair. Rhett was properly back at work today, first time since the storm, still a little pale round the edges if you actually looked, though he'd clearly decided that wasn't up for discussion. "Marchetti's going to be difficult about the renewal terms," he said, sliding another page across. "They always are this time of year." "Why this time of year specifically?" "Budget reviews. Everyone panics and tries to renegotiate everything they already agreed to." "Sounds exhausting." "It is." He glanced

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