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The Fountain
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2026-07-27 16:59:01
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Secret Relationship with my Brother’s best friend Moving In
JADEThe penthouse doesn’t feel like mine for the first two weeks. I keep waiting for someone to tell me I don’t belong here, in these rooms with their floor-to-ceiling windows and their furniture that costs more than my degree, in this bed that used to be just his and is somehow now also, unbelievably, a little bit mine.I bring over exactly four boxes. Clothes, my camera equipment, a shelf of film theory textbooks Derek makes fun of and then reads anyway when he thinks I’m not looking, and a framed photo of Marcus and me at sixteen that I can’t decide whether to put out or hide in a drawer.I put it out. Derek doesn’t say anything about it. He just moves it once, very slightly, so the afternoon light doesn’t wash it out, and I love him a little more for noticing that without being told.The first week is strange in small, specific ways. I don’t know where he keeps the coffee filters. He doesn’t know I hate the smell of his sandalwood soap in large doses, that it gives me a headache
Secret Relationship with my Brother’s best friend In between
ADEThe week between Marcus walking out and me actually, officially moving my boxes across the street is the strangest week of my life, a limbo neither of us has a name for yet.I go back to the house once, alone, while Derek is at work, just to collect the rest of my things, and the house feels wrong in a way I don’t have words for — too quiet, too still, like it’s holding its breath waiting for someone to come back and fill it the way it used to be filled. I find myself standing in the kitchen for a long time, hand on the counter where Marcus used to lean while scrolling his phone every morning, and I let myself cry there, once, hard, before packing the rest of my boxes and locking the door behind me for what feels, even then, like the last time this house will ever really be mine.I try calling him twice that week. Both times it rings through to voicemail, his old recorded greeting still cheerful in a way that doesn’t match where we currently stand — hey, it’s Marcus, leave a messa
Secret Relationship with my Brother’s best friend Caught
JADEShe narrows her eyes at me, then at the pantry, then at the two mugs on the counter, one of which is very clearly not one I own, dark and heavy and expensive-looking in a way nothing in this kitchen has ever been. “Whose mug is that?”“Mine. New one. I bought it.”“You bought a mug that says ‘World’s Okayest CEO’ on it.”I look down. I hadn’t noticed the mug had writing on it. I make a mental note to murder Derek later for buying novelty mugs with his own face practically printed on them and leaving them where witnesses can find them.“It was a gag gift,” I say. “From Lauren. She thought it was funny.”Nina stares at me for a long, excruciating moment, and I can see her doing the math — the mug, the smell, the pantry door that doesn’t sit quite flush against the frame — and just when I’m certain I’m caught, she shrugs, decides whatever she’s thinking isn’t worth the argument it would take to prove it, and grabs a granola bar from the counter instead.“Weird morning,” she says. “A
Secret Relationship with my Brother’s best friend Call from Kyoto
DEREKThe second call from Harold comes on a night Jade is asleep in my bed, her hair fanned across my pillow, one hand curled loosely against my chest like even unconscious she’s decided this is where she belongs.I take the call in the hallway so it doesn’t wake her.“I’ve sent the preliminary contract to your email,” Harold says. “The Kobayashi-Yamanaka joint venture. Your signature is required by the end of the quarter.”“I told you, I haven’t agreed —”“The business terms are separate from the marriage terms, but they are not unrelated, and you know that.” A pause, and I can picture him exactly, standing at the window of his Kyoto estate with his hands clasped behind his back like a man posing for a portrait of disappointment. “I am asking you, as your father, to come home and finish what your mother’s leaving started. You owe this family stability. You owe me that much.”“I don’t owe you anything for what happened after Mom left.”“You owe me for everything I built to make sure
Secret Relationship with my Brother’s best friend Secret Hours
JADEIt becomes a routine, the kind you don’t admit out loud is a routine because admitting it means admitting how deep you’re in.I leave his bed before six most mornings, hair a mess, wearing whatever shirt of his was closest, and cross the street back to my own house before the sun is fully up, before Marcus’s video calls start, before anyone could possibly know I spent the night somewhere I’m not supposed to be. I get good at it, fast — the quiet click of his front door, the specific sidewalk crack that doesn’t creak, the exact minute the corner bodega opens so I can grab coffee and look like I’ve been out for a walk instead of sneaking home from my brother’s best friend’s bed.He leaves notes now. Small, stupid ones, tucked under my coffee cup on the mornings he brings it over before class. Don’t let Lauren’s boyfriend near your car, he has bad taste in tires. Bean sprout, you left your charger at my place, come get it or I’m keeping it hostage. Once, just: Thinking about you in
Secret Relationship with my Brother’s best friend Claiming
JADEWe don’t talk in the car. I don’t know how to start a conversation after what just happened, and Derek looks like he’s holding himself together with willpower alone, knuckles split and already swelling around the wheel.He walks me inside. Sits me on the couch. Gets the first aid kit from under the sink without being asked, because apparently he knows where everything in this house is, because apparently he’s thought about this house — about me — a lot more than he’s ever let on.He wraps his own knuckles, not mine, since I’m the one who’s fine, technically, physically, even if nothing else about me feels fine right now.“I can’t stop thinking about it,” he says suddenly, not looking up from his hands.“About tonight?”“About the kiss.” His jaw works. “Four days, Jade. Four days of you avoiding me, and then I find out you’re at dinner with some guy in a private room, and I can’t —” He stops. Starts again, quieter. “I can’t get you out of my head. I haven’t been able to since you
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