All Chapters of Tempted by My Brother's Best Friend (Age Gap Romance): Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

PaigeIt was surprising to see a text from an unknown number.Unknown: We need to talk. Please. Coffee? -OliviaOlivia? As in my ex-friend Olivia? As in… Jack’s mistress?I stared at my phone for five full minutes, thumb hovering over the delete button. She had slept with my ex-husband. The woman who had been in my bed, in my home, while I was at work being the perfect wife and mother.I should delete it, block her number and pretend she didn’t exist.Instead, against my better judgment, I typed a reply,Me: Fine. Meet me at this cafe. 4 PM.The cafe was public enough that she couldn’t make a scene, yet intimate enough that we could talk. I arrived first, ordered a coffee I didn’t want, and waited with my stomach in knots.Olivia looked younger than I remembered. She had always been beautiful, with delicate features and effortless dark wave

Paige“Paige! Come in, come in!” She pulled me into a hug like we were old friends, and I found myself relaxing despite my confusion about why I was invited. “Everyone’s in the living room. Don’t worry, I know there are a lot of people, but they’re all lovely. And don’t bite. I promise.”Emma’s mansion was not what I expected at all as I tried to ignore the ‘don’t bite’ part.Her mansion had soaring ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows, and enough space to house a small village. What I hadn’t expected was how warm it felt despite its size.And she wasn’t kidding about ‘a lot of people.’The massive living room was filled with couples. Some I recognized, most I didn’t. Sean and Chelsea were there, curled up together on one couch. Derek stood near the windows talking to Cillian and another man with dark hair and gray eyes.&ldqu

PaigeI woke up feeling wetness between my legs. I stirred and sighed dreamily at the sight of Derek buttoning his crisp white shirt and the fabric stretching taut over his broad shoulders as he moved.How the hell did that man make getting dressed look obscene?The sight of him made a warm pool of desire ache between my thighs.“Oh, you’re awake,” he said with a smile, his voice warm and smoky. “Good morning, Paige-bear.”“Good morning, indeed,” I said under my breath.I ogled at my fake-fiancé for a few more minutes, thinking about last night and how hard and fast he had made me cum. And he didn’t stop until he was satisfied.“Derek,” I said, my voice sultry. “Go in a little later today.”“I’ve got an eight-thirty partner meeting, Paige,” he said, glancing over, one brow arched. “Why? What happened?

PaigeI looked like shit on the day of my divorce hearing.I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I had pale skin and dark circles under my eyes. I had tried three different shades this morning, layering them with the desperation of trying to look like a normal human.My hands shook when I fastened the buttons on my navy blazer, the one Derek had gifted me for the court appearances. It looked professional and put-together, but I still felt like a zombie.Because I knew deep in my bones. I just knew that I was pregnant.It had taken years to conceive Lily. Years of trying, of disappointment, of fertility treatments and scheduled sex that had felt more clinical than intimate.And now, after just a few times with Derek, my body was telling me the impossible had happened despite the pills.I should take a test and confirm it. But I was terrified of what it would mean and terrified of how Derek would react.This w

PaigeI was half-asleep on the couch, the movie playing in the background, when Derek’s voice snapped me out of my drowsiness.“Paige, come here.”My eyes fluttered open to find Derek standing in the hallway, backlit by the bedroom light, and something in his posture made my stomach clench.“Come to the bedroom. Please.”He had never done that before. He usually lifted me in his arms and took us to our bedroom.So it was odd.I paused the movie and stood up, my heart already beginning to race. There was tension between us. I could feel it in the air and in the way he said my name.The walk towards our room felt endless. Each step brought me closer to whatever waited in that room, and I found myself wanting to turn back, to run, to avoid whatever conversation we were about to have.I stopped in the doorway, and the air felt thick.Derek sat on the edge of the