Seducing My Ex's Brother

Emily’s POV…Ethan studied me over the rim of his glass, his sharp blue eyes filled with quiet amusement. He didn’t smile-not fully- but there was something in his expression that told me he wasn’t used to being challenged. "Alright, Sinclair. Let’s see what you’ve got."He let a beat of silence pass, as if assessing me, before taking a slow sip of his drink. When he finally spoke, his voice was slow, deliberate. "That depends," he said, tilting his head slightly. "Are we talking business or something else?"I smirked. "Wouldn’t you like to know?"Ethan let out a quiet chuckle—low, deep, the kind that sent a strange thrill down my spine. "I usually don’t play games," he said, watching me with an intensity that made my stomach tighten.“That’s funny,” I replied, swirling the champagne in my glass. “Because you’ve been staring at me like you’re already playing one.” His gaze didn’t waver. If anything, it darkened slightly. “Maybe I’m just trying to figure out your angle.”I took a sl

Emily’s POV… Ethan pulled back abruptly, his breathing uneven. His grip on my waist tightened for just a second before he forced himself to let go. His forehead nearly touched mine as he exhaled slowly. “We’re not doing this here.” I, still still dazed from the heat of his kiss, smirked. “So where, then?” Ethan stepped back, shaking his head, his expression unreadable. “Emily.”I titled my head, eyes gleaming with challenge. “My apartment.” A dark chuckle escaped him, but there was no amusement in it- just something dangerous. He studied me, his gaze trailing over my face as if searching for hesitation. “You don’t stop pushing, do you?” he muttered. “Not when I want something.”His jaw tightened. “You should be careful about that.”I took a step closer, deliberately, testing him. “Why? Because you’re not like your brother?”Ethan’s expression darkened instantly. His eyes flashed with something almost lethal, but his voice remained controlled. Too controlled.“No, Emily. I’m not

Emily’s POVThe black sedan pulled to a halt in front of my apartment. I clutched onto the thin strap of my purse, avoiding his gaze. My heart slammed against my ribs, feeling a moment of hesitation. I was about to slide out of the passenger seats before my hand could reach the door handle when Ethan's hand landed on my wrist, closing around it. His grasp was firm but not harsh as if he never wanted to let me go."Emily -" He began, voice low and deep."No," I interjected, yanking his hand free from my wrist. "I understand; I have clearly said that multiple times," I said, my voice coming steadier than I had imagined. I slid out of the car, closing the door with a sharp click.I felt his eyes on me, watching me for minutes as if he was expecting me to turn back and meet him. I didn't look back; instead, I hurried up, hastening my steps, gripping my small purse tightly until I reached my front door.I unlocked the door and went inside. As soon as I got inside, I slammed the door shut

EMILY POVI shut the door to my apartment and leaned against it, releasing the breath I didn't realize I was holding.I shut my eyes, as my mind wondered why Daniel had come to my house in such a drunken state. Does he want to reconnect with me? I heard a muffled snore of Daniel as he banged the door hard."Emily!""Emily!" Olivia's voice cut through my world as I recalled that I was conversing with her over the phone."Olivia," I called, my voice barely above a whisper. "I left him outside, and I'm fine, I'm safe," Reassuring myself and her."Good!" She said, her voice firm. "Let him be, he will be fine. When he comes back to his senses, he will leave your doorstep. I need to handle that brat."I chuckled at her word 'handle'. She wants to handle a son of the Sinclair family, a powerful and influential family at that."Just don't get yourself into trouble. I appreciate you for your concern. I owe you one, girl," I appreciated, sincerely."Save it, girl. Just text me when you need my

EMILY POVIt was like a movie stuck on repeat. The moment I saw Ethan with an unfamiliar lady kept playing in my head. I slumped on my couch, sighing as I took off the ankle boots, placing them disorganized on the floor.My feet ached but that's the least of my concern.Who was she? She didn't seem like an official business partner. There was something different, and off about the way she leaned onto Ethan; it felt familiar, like something personal. The way he looked at her, wasn't screaming business. It was something else.Was he done with me? Just so soon just like the rumors about him implied? No, I don't want to believe that. Not the way he gazed at me when we were discussing before his so-called business partner interjected us. That wasn't the look of someone who had moved on.My hand reached for my cell phone and hovered my thumb over his name. Maybe I should call him and ask him right away for an explanation.No, Emily! Don't do that, don't give him that satisfaction. Not now,