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A SPLASH OF DOUBT
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2025-09-16 19:04:19
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TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend A HELPFUL PINKY
Ethan's POVI tugged at my shirt collar and undid the first three buttons, gasping for air. The office was too quiet, the air too still, and my head seemed like it was spinning in circles. My screen stared back at me with all the progress of an empty grave. I had the title. I had the general idea. That was it.It was now 7:13 p.m. and I'd achieved nothing concrete.I sighed in frustration and rocked backward in my chair, pinching the bridge of my nose.Why did it feel like Aaron Warner was in my head, tapping his finger against the inner wall of my skull and whispering, You can't do it. You're going to fail.Like hell I would.I’d give him something so polished he’d have no choice but to respect it — or choke on it.There was a soft knock at the door.I didn’t even bother lifting my head, just grunted, “Come in.”It had to be security or someone who forgot their badge. Everyone else had gone home hours ago.The door creaked open and a small voice said, “Um… hi?”I looked up.Mandy
TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend A SPLASH OF DOUBT
Ethan's POVHe was a goddamn dick, and I'd be damned if he would be the rain to my sunshine.He needed a project review?Fine. I'd give him a project review that would blow his stupidly beautiful hair right off his arrogant head.I pushed all thoughts of him — of us — aside. I didn't need them. I didn't want them.He didn't need me.So I wouldn't want him.My throat was scratchy from the amount of times I'd swallowed through that meeting, the amount of times I'd looked at him and locked eyes with him, which he ignored, pretended not to have seen.He disappeared. He vanished. And it wasn't that there wasn't effort put into finding him. I made those telephone calls, knocked on those doors, begged for information — he chose to vanish.I was not going to pretend that seeing him had not stirred something inside me, had not opened a box that I had taped shut a long time ago. I was not going to pretend like his voice, his eyes, his obnoxious commanding presence didn't mess me up all over ag
TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend LINES I SHOULDN'T CROSS
Aaron's POVWhat the fuck.What the actual fuck.It was going to be easy.I just had to just ignore him — pretend he wasn't even standing there, stuff all of those memories back in that locked little box I'd been pounding shut for six years.But since when has Ethan Banks ever been the kind of guy you can ignore?I sat across from him behind the conference table while he listened to Maxwell, one of my shrewdest analysts, talk about Q4 expectations. He was focused, nodding, pen tapping against his pad.I wished I could despise him for how intent he was.But I couldn't.Not when my heart was pounding out of time in my chest just for having him in the same room.Not when he looked like that.God, how was he even in New York?When he had crashed into me three weeks ago in the lobby, coffee spilling everywhere, it had taken every bit of myself not to grab him there, not to slam my lips into his like I used to.Things have changed.I am no longer the foolish young man that I used to be.I a
TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend PEOPLE YOU USED TO KNOW
Ethan's povI woke up smiling.No, scratch that grinning.For once, the weight that had been resting on my chest was gone. Today was the day. My first day at Warner Industries. My first move towards making something that was mine, not Connor's, not my family's, not a handout.This was going to be a good day.I sprang out of bed and yanked the curtains wide open, drenching the room in morning sunlight like some soap opera movie montage. I caught a look in the mirror — hair flying out in every possible direction, eyes gleaming a little too hard with nerves — and just laughed out loud."Pull it together, Banks," I snarled at my own reflection.I dressed in the outfit I had set out the night before — clean white shirt, black trousers, black tie. I even took out the gel and smoothed my curls back, trying to look more sophisticated, more. corporate.But as soon as I caught sight of myself, I stopped dead in my tracks.That wasn't me. That was a person who was too willing to fit in somewhere
TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend THE OFFER
Three weeks.That's how long it had been since the humiliating event outside Warner Industries. Since Aaron Warner had looked at me with those cold eyes and spoken to me as if I was nothing more than dirt on his thousand–dollar boots. Since the coffee seared through the pristine lines of his suit and through whatever strand of hope I'd been foolish enough to hold in my chest.Three weeks, and still nothing.Not from Warner Industries. Not from any of the other firms whose clean glass doors I'd walked through with tidily stapled résumés clutched in my hand. Silence.I despised it. Despised the way every unreturned email, every rejection, reminded me of him. Of Aaron.I shattered my heart every time his face surfaced in my head, uninvited. The strong cheekbones hardened now into something unforgiving, the jawline carved from stone, the seriousness that had replaced the goofy smile I remembered from highschool. Six years ago, he was a boy still shedding his skin, laughing too loudly at C
TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend PEOPLE YOU USED TO KNOW
I blinked once. Twice. Three times. As if, by sheer force of will, the man in front of me could blur into a stranger, fade into the crowd, disappear back into the years where I'd last laid eyes on him. But no. Aaron Warner was there, standing, unyielding, like he had every right to be in my now. His jaw was chiseled, his black hair cut into a harsh something, his suit fitted to within an inch of its life. And on his feet—Balenciaga. Real ones. He used to always mock brands, call them superficial. Now he was wearing them like they'd been stitched into his flesh.But the shoes didn't gut me. It was the look. The same gray eyes I used to memorize in the dark, the same ones that gentled for me six years ago, now slid over me like I was something vile on the bottom of those designer shoes.Then he spoke, and his words destroyed whatever fragile hope had started to build in my chest."What the hell are you doing?" His voice snapped like a whip. Cold. Unrecognizable. "Walking around with a h
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