TRANCE: FORBIDDEN LOVE WITH MY BROTHER-IN-LAW のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

I fucking want to kill someone. Squeezing the pen in my hand, I glared at the man sitting across from me. If looks could kill, then this man would have been six feet under the ground. And for a change this time my anger is not directed toward Ethan. I am angry with a bald man, with one foot on earth and the other in the grave kinda old man, or I say a pervert, boggling shamelessly at Iris. He is shameless enough, to not even try to hide his dirt gaze. From the moment we entered he had his eyes fixed on her, as Iris is going around the table, placing the required papers needed for the meeting, he has his fixed on her ass. And if he soon, doesn't take his eyes off her, I am gonna poke this freaking pen in his eyes. But why Alexander Russo? My subconscious asked the 100th time and I have no fucking answer to that question. Why I feel this way toward Iris, is a mystery to me. All I know is that, for some reason, I feel this harmony with her, this need to protec

Alexander's POV It's been fifteen minutes since they took Oris, inside, they stopped me from following, like the hell they could, it's only because Ethan held me back, that's the only reason here I am pacing outside of Iris's room. Looking continuously at her door. What the hell are they taking so much time for? "Can you stop, pacing like this is not gonna, speed things up. You are giving me a headache." Annoyed, Ethan complained. " Then stop looking at me," I answered hoarsely. Since the moment we arrived, he has his eyes fixed on me as if he is decoding something, looking at me, which is going to answer all the question swimming in his eyes. I am not blind, I am just ignoring his questioning looks. Because that's the last thing I care about. I don't know, what is stopping him from bombarding me with questions, he has all the rights, but he is not. That is making me both curious and angry. His indifference, towards another man, being this worried for his gir

Iris's POV At this point, I don't know who to blame, him for always coming to me like that or me, for always losing control of myself. I know the latter is the only one to be blamed. Xander is not even aware that, how much he affects me or how much he means to me, for him, I am some girl he is attracted to I guess. But to me, he is the air I breathe. I feel him in my being, he is the hope that helps me live every day. He and our son. His son. Xan, never says but he needs a father. I see the longing in his eyes when he sees other kids with their fathers. It's only because Ethan always makes sure, he is there whoever he needs a father figure in his life, making it easier for Xan to let go of longing. But the question is until when. No matter what someone does for you, you will always long for a father. Ethan is great, but he is not his father, and Xan knows it, the reason he longs for his father. But my baby is so cute but smart, that he never asks me abou

I am doing things wrong, everything around me is wrong, and I don't know how to take control of things that I do or that seem to happen to me. Standing and looking at the scene in front of me is heart-wrenching but at the same time I am failing to emote the emotions, I am feeling inside. Other than shock I show nothing on my face, and it's not like I am hiding my emotions no it's happening on its own. Xander is looking at me, there is this sorry look on his face that I both hate and feel pity for. The girl in his arms is saying something and when she realized it, she doesn't have his attention, her eyes moved from him to where he is looking, at me, with puzzlement, she looks between me and Xander and then grabs her attention she, puts her hands on his shoulder, calling him. And as soon as his eyes are not on me, I slipped away into the office, the only safe place, right now. Entering I locked the office, my brain still processing everything I saw. I fell on my c

Standing on the sand, blindfolded, Iris shivered due to the cold breeze caressing her skin. Her cotton shirt and loose crop top were no help either. If anything only thing keeping her warm was Xander's arms wrapped around her waist, protectively, to protect her from tripping.Her ears perked, hearing the clash of the waves and seashore. "We are on the beach." Yelling excitedly she ripped the blindfold, impeding her eyes, from enjoying the view she loves the most. But no sooner did she open her eyes, she was stunned, seeing the beautiful view in front of her. The sea was sparkling, reflecting her favorite beautiful stars. The moon imprints itself on the surface of the water. Making it feels as if the sky has come on earth to lie down and see how he was a few moments ago.Iris was mesmerized. Closing her eyes she spread her arms wide, took a deep breath, she let the smell of the serene sea engulf her in its warmth. She was feeling tranquillity, especially when her favorite two arms wra