All Chapters of My Date, My Boss, My Step-brother!: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I was barely two hours into my day when my phone buzzed with an internal call from Ethan’s office.I exhaled sharply before answering, here we go again. “Yes, sir?”“Bring the documents from my desk and make three copies. Now.”The line went dead. No please, I didn't want to go to this office but there was no room for negotiation. I gritted my teeth but grabbed the damn files anyway.Ethan barely glanced at me when I walked in. He was behind his massive desk, flipping through emails on his laptop. The room smelled like expensive cologne and power, a scent that was quickly becoming suffocating.I moved toward the copy machine in the corner, trying to do my job and leave as fast as possible, but his voice cut through the silence.“You and your mother,” he mused. “You guys are not close at all, are you?”My hands shook for half a second before I continued. “I don’t see how that’s relevant.”Ethan leaned back in his chair, watching me like a hunter amused by his prey’s weak attempt at esc

The wedding rehearsal dinner was exactly what I had expected, it was lavish, excessive, and filled with people who thrived on appearances.It was the kind of event where people pretended to be happy, pretended to be invested, but in reality, they were just waiting for the perfect moment to sink their claws into someone else's life, and my mother was at the center of it all.She laughed a little too loudly, touched Robert a little too often, and made sure every single person in the room knew how “blissfully happy” she was. But it wasn’t just Robert she was entertaining. I caught the way men looked at her as if she were a prize to be won. She knew it too, and from the way she entertained them I was almost certain she had found her next husband here.But if you ask me, This rehearsal dinner was pointless. My mother and Robert had been married more times than I could count, if anyone knew how to say “I do,” it was them.I drained my third glass of wine, feeling the more then fed up, the w

I did everything I could to avoid Ethan at work after what happened at the rehearsal dinner. I buried myself in paperwork, took the longest possible routes to my desk, and even dragged Rachel to lunch with me just to make sure I wasn’t alone.I had made a decision to never kiss Ethan Blackwood again, I was not even going to be in the same room with him for more than five minutes, but of course none of my plans and efforts were going to work.My phone buzzed with a message.Ethan Blackwood: My office. Now. Bring the files from the bottom drawer.My stomach twisted in knots. I had barely slept last night, the memory of his lips, the kiss and his touch was tattooed in my mind. I could still feel the way he had pulled me close, how his hands had roamed, how he had looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole. And now, he wanted me in his office?No! But he was my boss, I couldn't defy him.I took a deep breath, grabbed the files, and forced myself to walk like I wasn’t seconds away from

I had swore to avoid the devil's spawn on the reception, but then his hand was on my waist.I sucked in a painful breath as I turned to face him, my heart beating hard against my ribs. I hadn’t even noticed when he had taken my hand, guiding me into the dance floor“Relax,” Ethan murmured, his breath warm against my ear. “You’re acting like I’m about to eat you alive.”I stiffened. “Aren’t you?”His lips curved into a slow, cocky smirk. “Depends. Would you let me?”My stomach clenched.“And besides, I wouldn't do anything you didn't want me to do.”I hated how he got under my skin so effortlessly, how his low taunting voice felt like it was undoing me from the inside out.We moved in perfect sync, his fingers pressing just a little too firmly against my waist, his body too close, the space between us practically nonexistent.“Come, let's dance.” How could I say no to a face like that?Every brush of our bodies sent heat deep in my stomach, my breathing became uneven.“Do you feel it,”

Of course it has to be Rachel, that girl was a hound dog, always being in places she wasn't meant to be in and finding out things she wasn't supposed to.Her voice rang out, she was loud and visibly impatient. “Ethan? Sophia? Are you in there?”How did she know that we were here?“Ethan you're needed for the best man's speech, so hurry up.”Panic filled my chest. Before I could react, Ethan’s hand was over my mouth, pressing me back against the wall, his body shielding mine from the door as if Rachel could see straight through it.And when his body was pressed against mine, I swear I felt his hard on and I wanted to forget that Rachel was knocking and let him take me right here, right now."Shhh," he whispered in my ear. “She will go away if we keep shut”But the knocking only intensified. “Ethan, I swear, if you’re ignoring me—”My heart pounded. I could barely focus on anything but the way Ethan’s body was molded against mine, the way his palm felt against my lips, his scent thick i