Semua Bab The Heiress and the Four Brothers: Bab 81 - Bab 85

BECKThe day was bright, sky clear blue, and my heart was beating like my favorite song stuck on replay in my head. I wore my favorite denim jacket and waited in a living room.And when she finally showed up—with that soft smile and a midi dress that looked like it was painted straight from my dreams—I raised my hand high.“I’m driving today!” I called out, excited.Two pairs of eyes shot to me.Ace, who had been glued to his laptop, slowly lowered his glasses and stared like I’d just said I wanted to perform brain surgery on Sera with a plastic spoon. “You don’t have a license.”“I have my driving test next week,” I replied, still smiling.“Absolutely not,” he snapped. “I won’t let you take her on a date if your car still has a Student Driver sticker on it.”“That sticker is a badge of growth, Ace. Growth.”“Over my dead body.” Damon leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, like a bouncer keeping us from leaving. “Or yours. Whichever comes first.”Cal came in last, holding

BECKOur hands were getting reckless. My jacket slipped from her shoulders. My hand found her back. Her dress was thin. Too thin. God, I could feel every line of her spine, the dip of her waist.Then her lips trailed along my jaw, her body pressed to mine, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I lifted her—hands behind her thighs—and carried her to the couch, stumbling a little because my heart was pounding out of control.She laughed softly, her breath warm against my neck. Once I sat and pulled her onto my lap, she drew a slow breath, then slid the thin dress up over her head. I almost forgot how to breathe as the fabric rose and slipped off, framing her body in the dim, rain-damp studio light.There was something tight in my chest—like awe and fear tangled together. She was too beautiful. Too real. Too close.My hands smoothed over her waist, up her back, down again, like they couldn’t decide which part of her I wanted more.I shook my head a little, a soft, helpless protest. My forehead

SERAAlmost two hours.Two damn hours locked inside the library, eyes glued to Blackwood Group’s internal files and Gia’s notes. My head was buzzing from the frustration piling up day after day.Albert Coleman. That name kept crawling in my mind like a parasite.Damon was lounging sideways on the long sofa, one leg kicked up on the coffee table, twirling the pen I’d been using to scribble down drafts of the company’s action plan. He didn’t say much, just threw a few teasing remarks that made me snort. But his presence kept my sanity barely intact.Only this time, I needed more than just someone there. I needed direction. Solutions. And someone who could dissect legal matters.I stood up. “I’m heading to Ace’s room for a bit.”I stepped onto the marble floor of the upstairs corridor, then stared at Ace’s door, tightly shut. Taking a long breath, I knocked twice, softly.“Come in,” came the calm voice from inside.I pushed the door open slowly and found Ace standing with his back to me,