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85. You’re like a clown
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The Heiress and the Four Brothers 86. What do I get in return?
SERAHe leaned back, arms crossed. “But if you’re feeling left out … I can make some marks for you later.”I tugged at my collar and straightened up, trying to reclaim my composure. “We had an agreement. No marks on me.”“But he kissed you on the lips. Right in front of me,” Ace replied coolly. “If that’s not a ‘mark,’ I’m not sure what is.”I buried my face in my hands. “This is a mess.”He laughed—softly. Not the amused kind, but the kind that sounded like someone mentally crafting a sweet, vicious revenge.“Let’s—let’s just get back to business.”I forced myself to focus on the file in front of us. A few pages had been flagged, and notes on possible legal pathways began lining up in my mind again. Ace answered each of my questions patiently and thoroughly. He didn’t let emotions bleed into the work, not even after what happened earlier.And somehow, because of that, I felt steadier.Once we wrapped up, I began gathering the scattered papers. “That was … genuinely helpful,” I said h
The Heiress and the Four Brothers 85. You’re like a clown
SERAAlmost two hours.Two damn hours locked inside the library, eyes glued to Blackwood Group’s internal files and Gia’s notes. My head was buzzing from the frustration piling up day after day.Albert Coleman. That name kept crawling in my mind like a parasite.Damon was lounging sideways on the long sofa, one leg kicked up on the coffee table, twirling the pen I’d been using to scribble down drafts of the company’s action plan. He didn’t say much, just threw a few teasing remarks that made me snort. But his presence kept my sanity barely intact.Only this time, I needed more than just someone there. I needed direction. Solutions. And someone who could dissect legal matters.I stood up. “I’m heading to Ace’s room for a bit.”I stepped onto the marble floor of the upstairs corridor, then stared at Ace’s door, tightly shut. Taking a long breath, I knocked twice, softly.“Come in,” came the calm voice from inside.I pushed the door open slowly and found Ace standing with his back to me,
The Heiress and the Four Brothers 84. I like anything you do
SERAI love how vocal Beck is.Unlike most men who pretend to stay composed or hide their reactions, Beck never lies. Every breath, every shaky sigh, even the trembling at the tips of his fingers when he touches me—it all makes me feel like I’m the only one he sees that way.And tonight, he couldn’t hide a thing.He was still beneath me, eyes half-lidded, breathing hard. His hair was a mess from my fingers, and traces of him were scattered on our skin. He shyly tried to clean me up, and his face flushing deep red when I brought my thumb to my mouth and tasted what was left of him.I leaned down and kissed his temple. “Are you okay?”He nodded quickly, cheeks still burning. “Just—” His voice caught. “I didn’t think it would feel like this.”“We haven’t even done anything yet, sunshine,” I whispered, teasing him. He let out a breathless laugh. “That’s the problem.”My hand slid over his chest slowly, and when I lifted my body slightly, he followed me on instinct, not wanting to lose con
The Heiress and the Four Brothers 83. You are ridiculously cute
BECKOur hands were getting reckless. My jacket slipped from her shoulders. My hand found her back. Her dress was thin. Too thin. God, I could feel every line of her spine, the dip of her waist.Then her lips trailed along my jaw, her body pressed to mine, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I lifted her—hands behind her thighs—and carried her to the couch, stumbling a little because my heart was pounding out of control.She laughed softly, her breath warm against my neck. Once I sat and pulled her onto my lap, she drew a slow breath, then slid the thin dress up over her head. I almost forgot how to breathe as the fabric rose and slipped off, framing her body in the dim, rain-damp studio light.There was something tight in my chest—like awe and fear tangled together. She was too beautiful. Too real. Too close.My hands smoothed over her waist, up her back, down again, like they couldn’t decide which part of her I wanted more.I shook my head a little, a soft, helpless protest. My forehead
The Heiress and the Four Brothers 82. Dance with me
BECKWe kissed a lot tonight.In the parking lot, on the sidewalk, even while crossing the street at a red light—because, according to her, “the road was too empty to waste such a perfect chance.”And now I was driving us home. Hands were a little shaky. Breathing was not quite steady.She was wearing my denim jacket, a size too big. Her hair was a mess. Cheeks flushed from laughter and alcohol.I didn’t drink anything tonight—swear to God, not even a drop. But every time she kissed me, there was this warm, sweet, slightly bitter taste left on my tongue.Sera leaned against the car window, watching me with a smirk. “You’re driving like a newborn deer.”“Honestly, this is an achievement. I’m doing my absolute best not to get us both killed.” I shrugged, keeping my eyes on the road. The big gates of Blackwood were just up ahead. The drive back had taken twice as long.She burst out laughing. “You’re insane.”“Still alive, though. That’s gotta count for something.”The sky above us was a
The Heiress and the Four Brothers 81. I bet you were a little heartbreaker
BECKThe day was bright, sky clear blue, and my heart was beating like my favorite song stuck on replay in my head. I wore my favorite denim jacket and waited in a living room.And when she finally showed up—with that soft smile and a midi dress that looked like it was painted straight from my dreams—I raised my hand high.“I’m driving today!” I called out, excited.Two pairs of eyes shot to me.Ace, who had been glued to his laptop, slowly lowered his glasses and stared like I’d just said I wanted to perform brain surgery on Sera with a plastic spoon. “You don’t have a license.”“I have my driving test next week,” I replied, still smiling.“Absolutely not,” he snapped. “I won’t let you take her on a date if your car still has a Student Driver sticker on it.”“That sticker is a badge of growth, Ace. Growth.”“Over my dead body.” Damon leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, like a bouncer keeping us from leaving. “Or yours. Whichever comes first.”Cal came in last, holding
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