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The Wrong Belcourt
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2026-09-06 10:10:20
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Revenge Dating My Ex's Brother Not Your Best Work
Paul showed up at my office at ten-thirty the next morning.Without knocking. Again.This time, however, he didn't look remotely smug. Progress.“You told August,” he barked the moment the door swung open.I looked up calmly from the production contract I was reviewing. “Good morning to you, too, Paul.”“About Sunday night.”I set my fountain pen down flat on the blotter. “You mean the sex we didn’t have?”Paul winced physically. Good.He kicked the door shut behind him and stepped inside. “I shouldn't have said that to him.”“No shit.”“I panicked.”I stared at him, incredulous. “You panicked, so your brilliant solution was to tell your older brother you fucked me?”“That sounds a lot worse when you say it out loud like that.”“It sounds exactly as bad as it actually is.”Paul dragged a hand through his tailored blond hair, visibly agitated, and began pacing the rug in front of my desk. “I saw those photographs from yesterday morning.”“And?”“And you were praktisch hanging off Augus
Revenge Dating My Ex's Brother Communications Crisis
The invitation arrived at nine-thirteen Tuesday morning.Not from August directly, of course. That would have been far too normal, far too personal. Instead, his executive assistant called my desk line.“Mr. Belcourt would like to see you at eleven o'clock,” she announced, her tone entirely clipped and professional.I leaned back in my leather chair, twirling a pen between my fingers. “Would he, now?”“Yes.”“Did Mr. Belcourt happen to ask whether I would like to see him at eleven o'clock?”A brief, icy silence stretched over the phone line. “Eleven o’clock, Miss Brooks.”Apparently not.At ten fifty-eight, I walked into the soaring glass lobby of Belcourt International.The building was obnoxiously, unapologetically impressive. Floor-to-ceiling glass, imported white marble, and thirty-foot ceilings—the precise kind of architecture designed to make anyone entering immediately aware that the people occupying the top floors possessed vastly more wealth and authority than they did.A poi
Revenge Dating My Ex's Brother A Bad Lie
Paul’s text sat on my glowing screen for exactly thirty seconds before I bothered to answer.Paul: What the fuck are you doing with my brother?Me: Walking.Three typing dots appeared immediately, bouncing frantically.Paul: Don’t play games with me, Melody.Me: We left the theater at the exact same time.Paul: With your hand wrapped around his arm?A slow, satisfied smile curved my lips.Me: He has a very sturdy arm.My phone immediately began to ring. Of course it did.I sat back in my leather executive chair and let it ring twice before casually answering. "Hello, Paul.""What the hell are you doing?" he demanded, his voice tight with controlled fury."We just covered this. Walking.""With August.""Yes. He happened to be there.""Why was he there?""You’d have to ask him.""I’m asking you."I leaned deeper into my chair, tapping a pen against the desk. "And I’m wondering why you suddenly care so much."Silence stretched over the line. Interesting."Stay away from him, Melody," he
Revenge Dating My Ex's Brother The Wrong Belcourt
By Tuesday morning, Paul Belcourt had apparently decided subtlety was a virtue strictly for cowards.I knew this because his quote had already been reposted by three high-society accounts, two national entertainment blogs, and a local morning show before I even finished my first cup of coffee.SOME LOVE STORIES DESERVE A SECOND ACT.I stared at the bold headline glowing on my laptop screen.“Second act,” I muttered to the empty room. “I’m going to second-act him straight into oncoming traffic.”Marcus, standing in my doorway with a fresh stack of invoices, nodded thoughtfully. “Strong imagery. Maybe just don't say that to a reporter.”“I wasn’t planning to.”“You had that look.”“What look?”“The look where I immediately start checking whether our legal retainer is up to date.”I snapped the laptop screen shut. “I should release an official statement.”Marcus immediately shook his head. “No.”“Why not?”“Because then tomorrow's headline becomes 'Melody Brooks Denies Paul Belcourt Roma
Revenge Dating My Ex's Brother A Second Act
I spent Sunday night thinking about August Belcourt for approximately seven minutes.Unfortunately, they were the exact same seven minutes repeated on a loop for several hours.Nothing had happened. That was the most irritating part of the entire situation. He hadn't touched me. He hadn't kissed me. He hadn't even said a single word that could be construed as remotely suggestive.We had simply stood far too close together in a dimly lit drawing room.That was it. Two adults had occupied the exact same six inches of personal space for several seconds, and apparently my traitorous brain had decided this required extensive, overnight structural analysis.By Monday morning, I was done thinking about him. Completely.Mostly.I was answering emails at my desk when Marcus strolled into my office carrying two oversized paper cups."I come bearing essential caffeine and genuinely excellent news," he announced."I knew I kept you around for a reason."He placed one cup in front of me. "Next Fri
Revenge Dating My Ex's Brother Prove It
For three full seconds, nobody at the table moved. The dining room fell completely, suffocatingly quiet.Slowly, deliberately, I set my fork down against the fine china with a sharp clink.“Trying again?”Paul gave me a swift, warning look from beside me. “Melody.”“No, I’m genuinely curious.” I turned in my seat to face him directly. “When exactly did the two of us decide that?”Evelyn’s refined smile faltered, her wine glass hovering midway to her lips. “Paul mentioned the two of you were talking again.”“We are talking.”“And that you were seeing where things went,” Paul added smoothly, trying to manage the narrative.“I had dinner with you,” I corrected.“And you came here today.”“Yes. Apparently sharing a meal with you carries a significantly more binding contract than I realized.”“Melody,” Paul muttered under his breath, his voice laced with warning.Across the mahogany table, August remained entirely silent. He was no longer eating. His dark eyes were fixed squarely on his br
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