Semua Bab Accidentally In Love with My Best Friend’s Brother : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Trey I bring the last box of Kiara's belongings from the moving truck into her apartment. She hasn't spoken much apart from telling me where to put the boxes like she's too far gone in her head. I wish she would just talk to me, she's not alone anymore...she has me. Although she hasn't told me she loves me back yet, I know she feels the same way. She's just scared. I don't know if it's because of her ex, or it's entirely because of my sister, but she's still afraid to move forward with me. It seems like her punishment from the other night didn't fix anything. Good thing I brought the wooden spoon with me, it's not like I was going to use it in the kitchen ever again after what we did. After Kiara goes to the rental office, I try to call my sister again. If she ever answers her damn phone, I would tell her myself about me and Kiara, but she's still MIA. I'm actually starting to get worried about her. Like she can't send one fucking text to let us know she's alright? Over a month

Kiara "You sure you're ready to do this?" Trey asks softly. I nod, my fingers tapping nervously against my thigh as anticipation coils in my stomach like a restless serpent. "I called beforehand, and the lady said she's willing to see us. I just hope she doesn't change her mind." By some luck, I managed to track down where Lucinda is staying. It's been a few weeks, so I'm hoping treatment is going well for her and she has realized that William is not worthy of her and can't be someone who remains in her life is she wants to be free of drugs and alcohol. We walk into the treatment center and the woman at the front desk signs us in. The building envelops us in a calming embrace. Soft instrumental music plays in the background, blending with the soothing aroma of lavender-scented candles that flicker on the reception desk. Another woman walks us to the other side of the building where the patients stay. The place is nice, like a sanctuary from the outside world. Lucinda is s

Trey My sister stands in the doorway wearing a hoodie and jeans and I'm standing here in the sweatpants I managed to slip on last minute. "Hey big bro, long time no see," she says casually. I stare at her for a long moment. "Plans tonight?" she teases, gesturing to my bare chest. I scowl. "Candice, where the hell have you been?" My tone remains steady, but turmoil churns within me. One, she's here unannounced after disappearing for months, and two, her best friend is naked in my bed. "Relax, why do you act like you've seen a ghost?" she groans, pushing past me and strolling into the living room. She slumps down on the couch. I hurry to shut my bedroom door, mindful of Kiara still naked, wrapped in my sheets, her hair tousled from our recent lovemaking. At least I can buy her some time to get dressed before my sister finds out about us, and all hell breaks loose. Candy glances at the door before narrowing her eyes at me. "Got one of your fuck buddies in there?" My jaw tigh

Kiara My eyes sweep Trey's bedroom, looking for a way out of this. Yes, it hurts that she didn't want to tell me she was here, but popping out of Trey's bedroom knowing that he was just fucking me is going to cause more damage. I do want to tell her, just not like this. Although this place is huge, there's nowhere to hide, and the only exits are in the hallway. There's a huge chance I'll run into them on the way out. Plus, Trey brought me here so I'll have to wait for an Uber. My heart races, as if threatening to burst from my chest at any moment. I shift my gaze toward the backdoor leading to the balcony, dismissing the absurd idea that had crossed my mind. The height difference between here and the ground is at least ten stories—there's absolutely no way I will try to escape this way! "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I exclaim, running my fingers through my hair as I pace back and forth in the living room. This can't be happening! Act calm, Kiara. Okay, you can do this. De

Kiara A dull ache grips my chest, the inevitable pain I foresaw now a tangible reality. There was no way she going to be okay with this, and she'll probably never forgive me. Four years of our friendship has just been washed down the drain and it hurts like a motherfucker. Trey's frustration boils over. "You're really acting like a fucking child right now!” he shouts at his sister, a mixture of anger and disappointment in his tone. I swiftly intervene, placing a hand on his arm to stop him. "It's okay, Trey," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just want to go home." He studies my face for a long moment before sighing in defeat. "Okay. I'll drive you home, Cupcake." Candy avoids eye contact as we leave, and the ride to my apartment is tense and silent, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Once we arrive, he walks me inside, the weight of the evening heavy on our shoulders, and shuts the door behind us. "Aren't you going to go back?" I ask weakly, mentally drain