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Cold Feet

Autor: Superb writes
last update Data de publicação: 2026-10-24 21:40:49

I saw Julian Cross in the Aurelia’s lobby on a Tuesday when he had no scheduled reason to be there, and every instinct I had told me to turn around and walk away.

By now, I could recognize his associate from Ivy’s café photograph, but I’d seen Julian himself only twice. Both encounters had been brief, yet unsettling enough to stay with me for weeks. Seeing him in person again, walking through the lobby, made my stomach tighten.

I should have walked away.

Instead, I followed him, keeping my dist
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  • Wrong Girl, Right Bed: My Stepbrother’s obsession   Everything Stands!

    The elevator doors had barely opened when I saw him.Julian.He stood alone inside, with one hand resting against the polished railing, his expression was composed enough to make me wonder how long he'd been waiting. He didn't come across me by chance. I knew that much."Rosalie." His greeting was pleasant, almost cordial. He didn't look like a man who had gone out of his way to corner someone in a private elevator. "I was hoping to catch you without an audience. Do you have a minute?""Not particularly.""I think you'll want to make one."Before I could decide whether to step back out, he pressed the button for the top floor. The doors slid shut, leaving me with no choice but to face him."I've been doing a great deal of thinking lately about leverage. About how easily a single piece of paper can reshape an entire family's future, provided it's worded carefully enough.""I'm aware of the eighteen-month clause. Roman told me.""Did he?" Surprise briefly crossed his face before he reco

  • Wrong Girl, Right Bed: My Stepbrother’s obsession   Nothing Tonight

    Roman showed up at my apartment with a bag of takeout and an expression that told me he already suspected something had happened. Over the past several months, he'd become remarkably good at reading my face, often noticing when something was wrong before I'd even decided whether to tell him."Tell me everything," he said, setting the bag on my counter without opening it.So I told him. Theo. The backup file. The payments he'd been making for months towards his sister's facility bill. I couldn't bring myself to judge him for trying to keep her care paid for, even though I was furious about what he'd done with the information he'd had access to. Roman listened without interrupting, his jaw tightening as I explained how everything had come together. When I finished, he remained quiet for so long that I began to feel the need to fill the silence."The footage doesn't show anyone's face," I said. "They kept their masks on the entire time. Whatever's on that tape, it's damaging, but it does

  • Wrong Girl, Right Bed: My Stepbrother’s obsession   Welcome To The Club

    Theo was restocking the key card printer when Ivy approached the desk. His face brightened the moment he saw her, but the smile barely lasted a second before he noticed her expression, and whatever he had been about to say died on his lips."Hey, you." He put down the box of blank cards. "I was actually going to text you about Friday. I found this place with a rooftop that apparently does this sunset thing. Supposedly, it's worth the wait, if you're into that kind of thing...""Stop." Ivy's voice was so flat that he immediately went quiet."I need you to tell me about the backup file. The one in the folder with no real name. The one from the night of the masquerade."The colour drained from his face. It was all the confirmation we needed. He glanced past her and caught sight of me standing a few feet away. For a moment, he said nothing. Then his shoulders dropped."Not here," he said quietly. "Please."We followed him into the small office behind the desk. The three of us barely fit i

  • Wrong Girl, Right Bed: My Stepbrother’s obsession   Backup

    Ivy didn't cry when I told her. That was the part I kept thinking about afterward. The stillness of her face beneath the break room's harsh fluorescent lights, the way she carefully lowered her coffee cup onto the table, and how she didn't interrupt me or ask me to repeat anything. She simply sat there, listening until I had nothing left to say."Show me," was all she said.I handed her the folded paper. She studied it for a long time, much longer than a single screenshot should have required. After a while, I realised she wasn't really looking at it anymore. She was giving herself somewhere to focus, something to keep her eyes on that wasn't my face."I need to know how far it goes," she said eventually. Her voice was flat, stripped of the usual warmth I had grown used to hearing from her. "Because if I'm going to feel like an idiot about this, I want to feel like an idiot about the whole thing.""You don't have to do this tonight.""I do, actually." She folded the paper along its or

  • Wrong Girl, Right Bed: My Stepbrother’s obsession   T. A

    Priya and I met in the supply closet off the east corridor. She had a folded slip of paper pressed into my hand before she'd even finished closing the door behind her."I wasn't looking for this," she said, speaking quickly and keeping her voice low. "I swear I wasn't digging. Julian sent me a payment confirmation by mistake. It was an old thread he'd forgotten to remove me from before he started a new one. I only saw it because my phone buzzed while I was forwarding something."I unfolded the paper. It was a screenshot, printed small and grainy from a photograph she'd taken of her laptop screen with her phone. A banking app notification, a reference line reading NIGHT DESK, a dollar amount I deliberately avoided looking at too closely, and a set of initials that took me a full three seconds to process.T.A."That's not Priya," I said stupidly, as if she needed me to point that out."That's not me." Her expression tightened. Old solidarity and new dread seemed to be fighting for space

  • Wrong Girl, Right Bed: My Stepbrother’s obsession   Cold Night

    Roman showed up at my apartment that night looking like a man who had spent three hours doing calculations he hated every part of. His tie was gone entirely, his shirt collar was open, and I could see the exhaustion all over him."“You look like you aged a decade in one meeting,” I said, pulling him inside.“Feels about right.” He dropped his keys onto my counter with the same sharp, almost violent gesture I'd come to recognize from him lately. It was like he needed somewhere harmless to put his frustration, because the alternatives were considerably less manageable. “Three hours of going over the same five numbers from six different directions. I don't think I've said this many words about distribution contracts in my entire life.”“How bad?” I asked before he'd even managed to get his coat off.“Bad enough.” He dropped onto my couch and rubbed both hands over his face, taking a moment before he continued. “The logistics subsidiary he's interested in isn't actually worth much on its

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