Todos os capítulos de Accidentally In Love with My Best Friend’s Brother : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Kiara Flashback* I open the door to my apartment to find Jordan's clothes scattered all over the living room carpet. "Ugh, not again," I mutter, picking them up and carrying them to the hamper in the bedroom. And then all of a sudden, I hear something that stops me dead in my tracks. I can't move or speak as the sounds of pleasure echo through the hallway from my bedroom. "Oh Jordan, give it to me harder!" I hear a feminine voice shout. It sounds like my sister's voice, but it couldn't be. Lavender has done some fucked up shit in the past, but she wouldn't cross the line like this. "Yes baby, you feel so good," my boyfriend grunts, "I love you so much, Lav." Oh fuck no! I barge through the door to find Lavender naked on all fours with Jordan pausing mid-stroke to stare at me in shock. He's behind her, his body dripping with perspiration. "Oh shit, Kiara, I thought you were at work!" I furrow my brows, continuing to stand in the doorway, as I process the disgus

Kiara "Ms. Black, we're going to have to let you go." I blink rapidly, trying to process what my boss, Mr. Davis, just said. "I'm sorry...what?" "We must make budget cuts." Liar. There's not an ounce of empathy on his stupid, tanned face. "So was I like the first on the list or-" I can't help but raise my voice as I grow more upset. "Ms. Black, it's been two years since you wrote a bestseller and no offense, but your romance novels are no longer drawing the attention of your audience." Why do people say "no offense" when what they're about to say is going to offend the fuck out of you? My face contorts with hurt and confusion. "So what you're saying is...my books are...boring?" He clears his throat, gazing out the window of his office. "Look Kiara, your audience is looking for spice. The spicier, the better. Your latest manuscript has not one explicit scene in it, it might as well be YA," he continues, "I'm sorry, but no one is willing to publish it." And I

Trey "We may have to delay the opening a few days," my head chef, Alexander, states. I scrub my hand over my face. "Are you fucking serious right now?" I groan loudly. He shakes his head. "I know, don't worry, the electrician will be here by the end of the week to fix the circuit breaker." Fuck me. The restaurant is supposed to open on Saturday night. I can only hope the electrician comes before then, or we'll have to wait until next weekend. "Trey, all we can do is wait. Please go home, relax, do whatever to get your mind off of this. I will call you as soon as they arrive." That's easier said than done. I can't relax knowing a circuit breaker just decided to start tripping last night. I have too much to prove. Too much to lose. *Flashback I wake up to a loud crash downstairs. Checking to make sure Jeremiah is still asleep, I quietly tiptoe across the hall to find Candy in bed trembling and cryin

TreyI pull into my designated parking space and turn off the engine. She glances over at me, her serious gaze intensified by chocolate eyes that look caramel underneath the sunlight. "Just because you take me to some fancy penthouse doesn't mean I'm sleeping with you," Kiara states. I chuckle lowly. "Oh trust me sweetheart, I don't want anything like that from you." My heart sinks a little when I catch a glimpse of sorrow in her eyes, yet she remains silent. I hope I didn't hurt her feelings- Hope I didn't hurt her feelings? Who am I? Drake? Since she's still very intoxicated, I offer to carry her, but she declines and holds my arm instead. We step into the elevator together, and there's this palpable tension in the air as we ascend. Every part of this feels wrong. Even when I lived in Texas, I never brought women back to my apartment. It's too intimate, and I swear, it's not because I have commitment issues. As a chef, I just love t

Kiara Am I hearing this correctly? After everything that happened today, he still wants to sleep with me? I maintain my composure, but inside, I'm filled with immense curiosity and a burning desire for him to just start fucking me on this table. "And if I don't want that?" I ask cooly. "You can sleep on the couch and I'll still drop you off, but I have a feeling you want this just as badly. Am I right?" The cocky bastard already knows the answer, but he wants to hear me admit it aloud. "I do," I nearly whisper. He hums, amusement and lust swirling in his eyes. "Good. I have a few rules then." Rules? Do you really need rules for a one-night-stand? I lick my lips. How the hell do they keep getting dry? "Please continue." "If we're going to do this, I don't want to know anything else about you, not even your name. I don't kiss. I won't touch you without a condom, and if you're expecting any sentimental, romantic shit, just know it's not going to happ