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Home Invasion

Autor: Monica Findlay
last update Data de publicação: 2026-09-16 10:26:28

By Thursday afternoon, I had decided I needed to see August's apartment. This was not because of Catherine Whitmore. It was important to establish that immediately. I was not going to his home because Paul had told me August abandoned a woman seven days before their wedding. I was going because I was August Belcourt's girlfriend. Publicly. Contractually. And girlfriends went to their boyfriends' apartments. Probably. I had never conducted research on the subject.

At six thirty, I walked into th
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  • Revenge Dating My Ex's Brother   Waiting One More Night

    The car moved through the quiet streets with the easy confidence of a city that never fully slept. August’s hand stayed in mine, his thumb brushing slowly across my knuckles the way it had since we’d left the restaurant. The residual warmth of the evening still clung to both of us. Sophie’s laughter, Henri’s careful questions, Isabelle’s polite interest in the play that was essentially a public autopsy of my former engagement to his brother.I stared out the window for a while, watching the lights smear past.“You’re quiet,” August said.“I’m cataloguing every possible way Friday night can go wrong.”“Don’t.”Silence settled again, but it was the comfortable kind. His fingers tightened briefly around mine when the car turned onto my street.When we pulled up in front of my building, he didn’t immediately let go.“Come up,” I said.It wasn’t a question. He studied my face for a second, then nodded once.The elevator felt smaller than usual. We stood close enough that I could feel the h

  • Revenge Dating My Ex's Brother   An Invitation from Paris

    By Thursday morning, I'd discovered that transferring a play to a larger theater involved considerably more paperwork than transferring an actual human being to another country. Rebecca had sent over a preliminary rehearsal schedule, Daniel wanted updated production notes, and Marcus had developed strong opinions about the Whitmore's costume storage.My phone rang while I was trying to work out whether I could attend a rehearsal at the Whitmore and still make it back to Ainsley before our evening performance. It was August."Hello, stranger.""Good morning. Are you busy?""Only if you consider running two theaters at once busy. Things are insane here right now.""I'm calling about tonight."I glanced at the clock. "Are you canceling our date?""No. Henri Varenne has invited us to dinner.""Us?""Both of us. He and Isabelle are in New York with Sophie. Apparently, Sophie asked whether you could join them.""Oh, I'd love to see her.""I thought you might.""Is this a business dinner?""

  • Revenge Dating My Ex's Brother   Room To Grow

    The Whitmore Theatre had a lobby large enough to fit the entire Ainsley Theatre inside it.Possibly twice.Marcus stood beside me, staring up at the chandelier.“I think I just saw my annual salary hanging from the ceiling.”“Don't touch anything.”“I wasn't going to.”“You were looking at that vase.”“I was appreciating the vase.”“You were calculating whether it would fit in your bag.”“It wouldn't. I've already checked.”I laughed and followed him toward the auditorium, where Daniel Mercer was waiting with Rebecca Sloan.“Melody.” Daniel greeted me with a smile. “Glad you could make it.”“Are you kidding? I was here twenty minutes early. Marcus made me wait outside so I wouldn't look desperate.”“You were pressing your face against the glass,” Marcus said.“I was checking whether the doors were open.”Rebecca shook my hand. “Ready to see the place?”“Absolutely.”She opened the auditorium doors.And I stopped.I'd seen photographs of the Whitmore. I'd studied its seating chart and

  • Revenge Dating My Ex's Brother   A History Lesson

    By nine thirty the next morning, I had made three cups of coffee, answered fourteen emails, and decided that I was not giving up my role in The Woman He Chose. At least, not yet.Daniel Mercer's projections were still open on my laptop. The numbers were impressive. With the actress he and Rebecca had in mind, advance ticket sales could be substantially higher than they'd projected with me in the lead. I understood the argument. I even respected it. But understanding why someone wanted my part didn't mean I had to hand it over.I picked up my phone and called Daniel."Melody," he answered. "Have you had a chance to look at everything?""I have. And I wanted to tell you where I stand before we get any further into casting conversations.""Go ahead.""I'm not ready to step away from the role."There was a brief pause."All right," he said.That was almost disappointingly reasonable."I know what the projections say," I continued. "And I'm not dismissing them. I understand what a recogniz

  • Revenge Dating My Ex's Brother   Slowly

    The quiet settled around us like something intentional. August’s arm was warm across my shoulders, his hand steady at my waist, fingers barely moving against the fabric of my shirt. I could feel the rise and fall of his breathing. The city noise outside my windows felt far away.I turned my face into the side of his neck. He smelled like the soap he used and the faint trace of the Thai food we’d just eaten. I pressed my lips there, soft, testing. His breath caught.“Melody.”Just my name. Low. Warning and invitation at the same time.I kissed him again, higher, closer to the hinge of his jaw. His hand tightened at my waist. When I lifted my head, he was already looking at me, eyes darker than usual in the low light of the living room.I kissed him.It wasn’t careful. His mouth opened under mine, and the sound he made in the back of his throat went straight through me. I shifted, climbing half into his lap so I could get closer. His hands found my hips and held on.We kissed like that

  • Revenge Dating My Ex's Brother   Recast Pressure

    Daniel Mercer wanted me to meet a director, and that was good news. At least, I thought it was good news until the director asked whether I'd considered stepping away from the lead role.We were twenty minutes into the meeting. Twenty lovely minutes of discussing the Whitmore's stage, the larger ensemble, and whether the second-act set could be redesigned without losing the intimacy of the original production. Then she said it."Have you thought about what your role might look like if we brought in another actress?"I looked at her. "I'm sorry?"Daniel shifted in his chair. The director, a woman named Rebecca Sloan, smiled."Not immediately, necessarily. But the commercial production presents opportunities that you didn't have at Ainsley.""Such as?""A recognizable name in the lead could help us reach audiences who haven't seen your work."Ah. I guess she thought I wasn't a recognizable name.I looked at Daniel. "You said you wanted me in the role.""I do.""But?""But we have to con

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