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A SPLASH OF DOUBT

Author: LUNA INK
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-16 19:04:19

Ethan's POV

He 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
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  • TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend    A STAR OUT OF REACH

    Aaron’s POVI smiled again, this time turning to Ethan as applause finally began to die down. The sound echoed in the enormous hall, warm and thunderous, caroming off glass walls and glittering chandeliers above. My hand brushed against his shoulder, briefly on purpose, and the slight jolt that ran through his body was almost imperceptible to anyone else but me.The moment we had stepped off the stage, a deluge of men and women in designer suits swept toward us like moths to a flame. Investors. Sharks, more accurately. They smelled opportunity the way wolves smelled blood, and Warner Industries' recent recovery-no, our recovery-had just become their latest fascination.I had barely got a breath in when one of them, a tall man with a bronze watch that probably cost as much as a car, clapped my shoulder. “Mr. Warner, that speech—magnificent. You've outdone yourself again.”“I appreciate that,” I said smoothly, though my gaze had already caught Ethan’s back as he moved toward the far end

  • TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend    A DESERVING AWARD

    Ethan’s POVThe award ceremony kicked off with three women in matching red-hot dresses, their harmonies slick and smooth against the hum of expensive perfume and clinking glasses. They were singing something jazzy-something I knew, maybe from a commercial or a movie-but the words escaped me. I only knew the rhythm, the sultry little sway that made the crowd clap politely while pretending they weren't already checking their watches.Aaron was gone by about thirty-five minutes. I hadn’t seen a sight of him, not even that trademark oxblood coat he wore, looking like it cost someone’s tuition. I was getting worried. He’d been sick not too long ago, and the thought of him collapsing somewhere backstage kept on nagging at me. But then again, this was Aaron Warner. He could probably charm death itself to give him an extension.Yet, I couldn't stop looking at the door, at the side curtains, anywhere that would have let me catch a glimpse of him. Nothing.So, I sat, trying not to fidget and tr

  • TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend    OLD CONNECTIONS

    Aaron’s POVThere was nothing out of place: gold chandeliers, velvet curtains, polished marble floors that reflected literally everything in perfect symmetry. A bit too much, if you ask me, for a few awards and a pat on the back for billionaires. Of course, these people loved excess, and they fed on it. Billionaires-what a bunch of self-absorbed bastards who thought everything had to bend their way.I almost laughed at myself. I was one of them now; a sucked-up bastard with more money than I knew what to do with. And yet, it was being here—being surrounded by people like me—that made my chest tighten. A weird kind of loneliness at realizing I'd actually become what I used to hate.Ethan stood beside me, eyes wide as he took in the decor. He looked so damn amazed, like glittering lights and sleek surfaces were something out of a dream. And maybe they were—for him. For me, the only thing I couldn't stop staring at was him.That suit. That black suit with its sharp cut and subtle shimme

  • TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend    THE AWARD CEREMONY

    Ethan’s POVThis sandwich was so overpriced. Eighteen dollars for two slices of bread, a sliver of smoked salmon, and something that desperately was trying to pass as caviar. America was wild. I stared at it, questioning every life choice that brought me here, and then sighed, taking a reluctant bite.That's when the doorbell rang.I frowned, setting down the sandwich. Aaron was still in the bathroom-he'd been in there for a while now, cleaning up and maybe shaving. His fever had come down completely since this afternoon, and he'd even made a joke or two, which at this point felt like a miracle after last night.I wiped my hands and then walked toward the door.When I opened it, there were two tall men in identical black suits. Both wore dark sunglasses, even though it was nearing evening, and one of them was holding a sleek black duffel bag, which looked a little too. deliberate."Um," I began, "can I help you?“Good evening,” one of them said smoothly. “We’re here for Mr. Warner.”A

  • TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend    PROUD OF YOU

    Ethan's POVThe sunlight seeped in pale and soft through the hotel curtains, coating everything in gold and quiet. Aaron was still in bed, his skin clammy with the leftovers of the fever that had racked him through the night. I hadn't slept much—maybe an hour, maybe less. My body hurt, but my head spun with worry.He woke when I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Aaron?"He let out a weak groan from him. He tried to sit up but halted halfway, wincing, catching his breath. "Don't," I said quickly, holding him back. "You're burning up again."He turned his head towards me, eyes glassy and unfocused. "The conference," he mumbled.I frowned. "Forget the conference, you can't even move properly."But his hand clamped on mine suddenly, weak but firm. "Ethan," he said, his voice hoarse. "You have to go.""What?""The presentation. It's today." He coughed, wincing again. "I need you to… to represent Warner Industries."I stared at him like he'd lost his mind. "Aaron, I can't—are you kidding me?

  • TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend    FEVER CONFESSIONS

    Ethan's POVAaron crept out of the bathroom silently, steam still following him like a ghost. His hair was damp, hung down in his eyes, and he looked. thinner. Whitish. He was dressed down for the first time in his life—just a white t-shirt and jeans—and somehow that absence of form made him appear more fragile, as if a hard breath would crack him.He didn't even look my way as he passed, just said in that soft, low voice, "Do you want to eat something?"It took me longer to be surprised by it than I should have been. His voice was… tired. Not tired from work or from being on the road. This was deeper, heavier. "Uh—no, I'm fine," I said. "You?"He shook his head and began to walk away. "I'm good."The deception screamed so loudly I could practically hear it echoing off the walls. His steps were slow, the manner in which his hand stroked the table for balance when he turned. My heart cringed. "Aaron, you're white. Are you all right?"He lingered on the bedside. "I'm fine," he answered

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