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Beautiful & Dangerous

作者: Maya East
last update publish date: 2026-08-13 23:28:36

Zach glanced at me.

I ignored him. “And,” I continued, pointing at Max and then Issa, “you’re both Mommy’s children too, so unfortunately, you also got the attitude that makes all of this harder for society.”

Max looked pleased. “So I’m handsome and attitude.”

“Do not turn that into a slogan.”

Issa looked at her compact, then smiled slightly. “I’m beautiful and dangerous.”

I regretted everything.

Immediately.

Zach laughed this time. He didn’t hide it. The sound was low, filling the car with a w
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  • My Sister's Fiance   family looked terribly good on us

    Issa was already out, holding Zach’s hand with satisfaction. She looked toward the school gate, her little compact mirror already confiscated and tucked into my bag before she could turn it into a diplomatic tool.“Daddy,” she said, looking up at him. “If Leo sees my hair, he might be impressed.”Zach stared straight ahead.I could see the internal battle on his face.Only a new father with zero immunity to a little girl in a lavender coat, round cheeks, and the word Leo.“He’ll keep a respectful distance,” Zach said finally.Max immediately giggled.Issa frowned. “Why? My hair needs to be seen up close.”“Not too close,” Zach said.I held back a laugh.We walked toward the gate, Zach holding Issa’s hand and me holding Max’s, while two security men moved far enough away not to make the schoolyard look like a crime scene, but close enough that I could breathe.The other parents were still looking. Some tried to pretend they weren’t. One woman in expensive yoga pants stared at Zach for

  • My Sister's Fiance   daddy shiny has concerns

    “Relax,” Zach said quietly.“I am relaxed.”“You’re thinking of three ways to kill public attention.”“Four. Don’t underestimate me.”His smile appeared again. “Never.”I unbuckled my seat belt. “We get out, walk them to the gate, talk to Ms. Harper if we need to, then leave. No drama.”“I want a dramatic goodbye,” Issa said.“No.”“I need a hug with emotion.”“You’ll get a normal hug.”“A normal hug has no storyline.”Max sighed. “I want to go in fast. I want to tell Leo my Daddy is real.”Issa immediately turned sharply toward him. “Don’t tell Leo.”Max smiled. “Why?” he asked so sweetly even the devil might have felt threatened. “Are you embarrassed for Leo to know you have a Daddy Shiny?”Issa’s face immediately went red. “I don’t care about Leo!”“You like Leo.”“I do not!”“You said Leo’s hair is fluffy.”“That was an observation!”I looked at Zach.His face shifted slightly, his jaw tightening half an inch, his blue eyes suddenly focusing through the rearview mirror on our four

  • My Sister's Fiance   Beautiful & Dangerous

    Zach glanced at me.I ignored him. “And,” I continued, pointing at Max and then Issa, “you’re both Mommy’s children too, so unfortunately, you also got the attitude that makes all of this harder for society.”Max looked pleased. “So I’m handsome and attitude.”“Do not turn that into a slogan.”Issa looked at her compact, then smiled slightly. “I’m beautiful and dangerous.”I regretted everything.Immediately.Zach laughed this time. He didn’t hide it. The sound was low, filling the car with a warmth I hadn’t invited that still walked in like it owned the place.I turned toward him. “Don’t laugh. This is your fault.”“All of it?”“Blue eyes, cheekbones, ego.”“Your attitude.”“Don’t throw my genetics back at me.”“You brought up genetics.”“You’re the one driving this car with a face that looks way too pleased.”“You want me to drive with a sad face?”“I want you to drive with the face of a man who understands he has two four-year-olds who are going to destroy a preschool before snack

  • My Sister's Fiance   aesthetic crimes and paternal evidence

    “I didn’t pull it.” Issa sounded offended. “I just corrected his hair.”“You pulled it!”“Because your hair has a bad attitude.”“It hurt!”“That was styling.”I kept my eyes closed. Behind my eyelids, I could see Mamá in Bogotá, perfect eyeliner and all, standing in the kitchen of my childhood with a wooden spoon raised, calling her children by their full names in a tone powerful enough to make my uncles believe in God again.No.I was not becoming that version of her this morning. I was a grown woman. A CEO. A modern mother. The owner of Blackpine root access. I could resolve conflict without invoking every saint, every Gómez ancestor, and one creative threat about sending a child to a convent.I opened my eyes.Zach glanced at me from the side, clearly holding something back. A smile, maybe. A prayer, possibly.“You’re enjoying my suffering,” I hissed.“I’m driving.”“You’re driving with a smug face.”“Hard not to look smug when you’re this handsome.”I turned fully toward him.He

  • My Sister's Fiance   the safest version of chaos

    Blackpine’s garage didn’t deserve to be called a garage. It was a private showroom with polished floors, hidden lighting, and a line of cars that all looked like they had strong opinions about the middle class. In the middle of it, a black SUV was already waiting with the rear door open. It wasn’t the flashiest car there, but it was definitely the kind of vehicle that made people immediately assume there was either a president, an elegant criminal, or a family requiring entirely too much security inside.Maybe all three.Two security vehicles were positioned in front and behind. One of Zach’s men, dressed in a dark suit with an earpiece, nodded as we came out. I still didn’t know all their names. On purpose. If I started memorizing them, that meant this was starting to feel permanent. I wasn’t ready to give permanence a first name.Zach helped Max climb in first.“I can do it myself,” Max said.Zach still placed one hand on his small back, not taking over, just keeping him steady. “I

  • My Sister's Fiance   the almost-home problem

    The breakfast chaos finally ended in a way that couldn’t really be called a victory, unless the standards in this house had already dropped all the way to the kitchen floor.Half the arepas were gone. More eggs disappeared than I expected. Max apologized to Issa for the “nyenyenye incident,” with the face of a little boy who had clearly learned nothing except that he needed to save his psychological weapons for another time. Issa accepted the apology with the dignity of a queen who had just survived a coup attempt, then announced that the silent treatment would begin after she finished her juice because she didn’t want her throat getting dry while punishing people.Bianna called it self-care.Zach came downstairs ten minutes later with his hair still slightly damp, his dark shirt rolled up to his forearms, and the expression of a man far too handsome for someone who had missed the entire nyenyenye war just because he was taking a shower. The kids immediately turned toward him. Max wi

  • My Sister's Fiance   Hot People Ruin Everything

    And then... the blue eyes I’d once punched found mine across the crowd.Oh, good.Just fantastic.If the universe had a sense of humor, it was definitely drunk.I didn’t know who moved first. Maybe not him. Maybe not me. Maybe the room just suddenly felt too tight, too bright, too full of people wh

  • My Sister's Fiance   Confetti, Cousins, and the Man I Punched

    Five days in the Gómez house felt like being tossed into an industrial washing machine: spinning, loud, warm, and there was always someone shoving food at you even after you’d just said you were full.On day one, Mamá had already rearranged my entire schedule like I was back in eleventh grade and n

  • My Sister's Fiance   It’s Just an Engagement Party (What Could Possibly Go Wrong?)

    The second-floor workspace looks like a bored Pinterest board: neat white desk, bookshelves, two monitors. I’m in a fitted black blazer on top… alpaca-print pajama pants on the bottom.Out in the hallway, just beyond the half-closed door, the sound of running shakes the corridor.“SUPER MAX WILL SA

  • My Sister's Fiance   The End of Us, The Start of Me

    I sat on a slick wooden bench on a Boston sidewalk, my watch telling me it was well past midnight, and the only things keeping me company were a streetlamp and the constant buzz of phone notifications going off like a curse.My boyfriend was being kissed by an influencer on a five-inch screen.I st

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