All Chapters of My Best Friend's Brother : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

AdrianDate night was the happiest I’d felt in a while. Well—ever since Astrid moved out and signed those damn divorce papers.She shook her head as she took a bite of her pizza—because she’d decided, last minute, that she wanted one. I was all in for giving her what she wanted. Anything. I’d brought her to the new restaurant that just opened downtown. Someone had said they made the best dishes. So I thought, why not give it a try?She stared at me.“This is really good. Do you want a slice? You should try it,” she said, offering one toward me. I was going to say no.I wasn’t a fan of appetizers—or whatever those things were called. I usually got straight to the good part. But I could tell she really wanted me to try it. I saw it in her eyes.I leaned forward and took a bite from the slice she had in her hand. I raised a brow, leaned back into my seat, and watched her watch me.I chewed, swallowed, and pursed my lips.“Okay. This doesn’t taste like crap,” I muttered.She smiled and

ADRIAN I arrived in New York three hours after talking my woman out of running. And my guess—that she was trying to run—was fucking right. She wasn’t a hard one to talk to. She promised she wouldn’t try anything funny and that we’d talk once I returned. I knew what that talk would be about: the way forward in our relationship. What comes next? If I’m being honest, I already knew. I planned to propose to her again—this time not fake, not just shoving a metal ring on her finger, but getting down on one knee and professing my love, just like I always intended. Gary and the men we caught were moved to the prison here in New York, where they’d be tried in court. I knew the way to the prison. I made sure they were locked up. My phone rang, and I swerved left to avoid hitting the car in front of me. I glanced at the screen—Aaron. Of course. We were supposed to meet by ten, and if I had to guess, it was already ten. I didn’t know how long the meeting would take, but I wanted to see a cer

AdrianShe pulled back and stared at me, her eyes searching my face. Fear and panic swam in those beautiful blue eyes.I cupped her face with one hand, my thumb ghosting along her cheek, close to her lips.“You’re here,” she whispered.I nodded, a small smile tugging at my mouth as my gaze traced the outline of her face—the delicate curve of her jaw, the strands of hair framing it.She was breathtaking.“Is Maya in?” I asked.She glanced behind her, then shook her head, licking her lips.“No, she’s not. I just got here,” she mumbled.I pursed my lips and nodded. She gave me that look again—like she was bracing herself.“Do I have to talk to Joan to convince Aaron? Maybe she’d have a better shot than us. I mean, she’s—”I shook my head, smiling gently. Her concern was sweet, almost too much. She had nothing to worry about.Her face fell, expression clouding.“So…” her voice cracked as she blinked rapidly. I rubbed her cheek with my thumb. “You lost your job?”I drew back, brows knittin

~Astrid~I had no idea how Adrian managed it, but we were in England within two days, and goodness—it was snowy.I’d never been more excited about anything in my whole life. Tugging at his arm, I pointed at a car half-covered in snow as he pulled keys from his pocket and unlocked a door.Well, he’d said we weren’t going to stay at a hotel, and then he went all out and rented a summer house sitting pretty by the side of the road.It was nice. And the thought of having him all to myself for the next few days was thrilling. Okay, yeah—a lot of things thrilled me.He hummed, glanced down at me, then followed the direction I was pointing. He raised a brow. I giggled.“Do you think we can maybe catch some snow later?” I asked.He pressed his lips together before dropping his eyes to mine. Those pretty brown eyes, framed by lashes far too long for a man—if you ask me.“No, we can’t,” he said, adjusting the coat around me before pushing the door open and holding it out for me.I pursed my lip

Astrid The next few days passed by quickly, and it was fun. So much fun. Adrian became my tour guide, and we explored so many places in England and, of course, with me properly wrapped in layers of clothing to keep me warm. Not like I’m complaining. “You’re really not telling me where we’re going next?” I asked, hooking my hand around Adrian’s arm as we sat in a cab, driving to God knows where. He hummed, glanced at me, and gave a small smile that seemed almost shy. It was sweet. “I can’t convince you to tell me?” I asked, making my voice sultry and sweet. I scooted closer to him, and he narrowed his eyes at me. “Nope. And no, don’t do what it is you have in mind,” he said, and I chuckled before rubbing the beard that was beginning to grow on his chin. “I have nothing in mind,” I muttered, meeting his eyes, and he raised a lazy brow at me that said otherwise. I laughed. “Well, yeah, I do have a couple of ideas in convincing you,” I said, and he opened his mouth to speak