บททั้งหมดของ My Best Friend's Brother : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

~Aaron~I arrived home at exactly 10 p.m. to see Joan curled up on the sofa. My steps slowed as I approached her. Her hair had fallen over her face, hiding it from view. She was asleep—I could tell from her slow, steady breathing and the quiet stillness around her. A small smile crept onto my face. She’d probably fallen asleep waiting for me. My stubborn girl. I dropped my briefcase on the floor before crouching in front of the couch. Gently, I brushed her hair away, revealing her peaceful face. Her lips were slightly pursed, and her long lashes cast delicate shadows on her cheeks. She was beautiful. So goddamn beautiful that I had to look at her twice, still wondering how this amazing woman had fallen in love with me. I ran my hand down her arm, and she mumbled something, curling further into herself. She had put on a little weight lately, and while I loved that for her, something felt off. Something was going on. And aside from the secret I was keeping from her, we told each o

~Aaron~Joan was acting weird. These past few days, her entire attitude had shifted, and trying to understand her was becoming impossible. Worse still, she wouldn’t even tell me what was going on. I hadn’t pushed further because, well, she was the type to recoil into herself when pressed. So, I waited, hoping she’d come to me in her own time. And, well, that wasn’t happening either. I’d stayed up the whole night—not because I couldn’t sleep, but because I was anxious. It was Joan’s birthday today, and while I’d planned an entire party for her, that wasn’t the only thing on my mind. I was going to ask her to be my wife. Now, I wasn’t so sure she’d say yes because, fuck, I barely understood her anymore. I glanced at my side, where she lay curled up... on her own. We always cuddled in bed—something I once hated but learned to love because Joan was involved. But last night, she asked me for space, said she wasn’t comfortable with me breathing down her neck. I let her have her way, but

♤Aaron♤ "You'd go slow, yeah?" I asked, my voice low. She nodded, biting her bottom lip, her green eyes flickering with anticipation. I leaned in and kissed her, my hands sliding over her waist as I pulled her onto my lap. She straddled me instantly, her body pressing against mine. Her breasts bounced with the movement, and a soft gasp left her lips as she rubbed herself against my growing arousal. I groaned, dropping my head to capture a nipple between my lips, rolling my tongue over the sensitive peak while my hand kneaded her other breast. I had read somewhere that nipple stimulation helped pregnant women reach pleasure faster. With Joan, it proved true every time. She was more sensitive now, her body responding instantly to my touch. And I loved it. I loved how she changed each day, how her curves became fuller, her hips softer, her ass more tempting. Slowly, she sank onto my length, and we both let out a moan of pure ecstasy. She rocked her hips, and I matched her moveme

♧Joan♧ "Can he not go with me, please? It’d make me feel… well, uncomfortable," I said, pressing my lips together. Aaron glanced at me briefly before turning his attention back to his laptop, fingers tapping away. I crossed my arms in front of my chest. Oh, so now he was playing the silent role, wasn’t he? "Aaron." I called his name, and he sighed, finally lifting his eyes to meet mine. "I thought we already talked about this?" He turned his seat around to face me fully. "It’s not safe for you or the baby to be out alone without a bodyguard." "It’s just dinner with my colleagues," I pressed on. "It’ll be awkward having a bodyguard hovering around like a shadow," I added, watching as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Babe…" "Just this once. I’ll be good, I promise," I muttered, my voice softer now. He stared at me for a long second before exhaling a slow sigh. I took it as a yes. A grin broke out on my face, and I quickly closed the distance between us, pressing a soft kiss

♡Joan♡My head throbbed, my skull ached, and it felt like it would burst open if I moved.My eyelids were heavy, but I forced them open. Darkness greeted me first, making me doubt whether I had really opened my eyes.Had I gone blind overnight? Where was Aaron? Why was the whole house in darkness?I tried to call for him, but something was blocking my mouth. A gag. My eyes widened as memories slowly crept back, piece by piece.I was in danger. My baby was in danger. We had been taken.I wriggled my wrists, feeling sharp pain where the restraints cut into my skin. My hands were tied behind my back. That explained the ache.I jerked against the chair, trying to break free. My heart pounded wildly, each beat louder than the last. The more I struggled, the deeper the restraints bit into my skin.That would leave bruises."Don't. It'll only hurt you more," a man's voice broke through the darkness, and I froze. My breath hitched. Someone was here.In books and movies, captors usually walked