บททั้งหมดของ My Date, My Boss, My Step-brother!: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

The clock on the wall ticked away the minutes, each one dragging me closer to my stupid dates or what ever the hell it was supposed to be.I could cancel, he's that might work. I could pretend to be sick, make up some excuse, and save myself the trouble of sitting across from Ethan Blackwood while he smirked like he had already won. Maybe that’s what bothered me the most that he had bought me.No matter how much I tried to sugarcoat it up as a charity auction, no matter how much I told myself it didn’t mean anything, the reality was still the same. Ethan had thrown a million dollars just to get me alone for one night.And I knew why, because he wanted me and men like him don't no for an answer and this was another way to remind me that no matter how hard I fought against him, I was still in his hands?My fingers curled into the sheets and I took a decision , I wouldn't go, I would let him show up to some overpriced restaurant alone, humiliated, knowing that for all his money and powe

Ethan didn’t do ordinary things, he always took things two steps forward shocking everyone, and now I was beyond shocked.He had rented a freaking private rooftop for the dinner, it wasn't enough that he paid a huge amount of money to make me his date, he had to rent a private rooftop.The city view was beautiful but it was nothing compared to the world Ethan had created for just the two of us, the rooftop was enclosed in glass and had candles making it give a real first date kind of vibe, there was white tablecloth with fine silver wear and over a hundred fresh roses arranged on the floor and table.The air smelled like jasmine and our from Ethan's own scent, everything was breathtaking and the fact that he and taken his time to plan this made it even more romantic.Maybe he did it to disarm me and I wasn't going to deny that it worked.“Is it up to your taste?” He teased me and for a moment I couldn't even speak, I gripped the hem of my dress trying to find my words but how could I

I took a long shower when I got home, it was just to wash off his smell and touch from my skin but no matter how much I saw the water run over me, I could still feel his touch, lips and the way he made me beg.I closed my eyes as I pressed my forehead against the cool tile, I couldn't believe I begged him, I wanted to slap myself.right across the face.I pushed the thought to the back of my head as I wore my pajamas and went straight to bed but every time I closed my eyes I was transported to our time together at the rooftop.I rolled onto my side still feeling frustrated, I was restless and unsatisfied as my mind was stuck in a loop and I couldn't forget the way he controlled me so effortlessly.Why did I like it so much?I forced myself to breathe slowly, I just needed sleep. Everything would make sense in the morning.But as I drifted off to sleep, another memory surfaced, it was a different man, and a completely different touch when I was ten.The memory was too vivid and I could

From the way he was walking like a man with a purpose, I knew I was in trouble and the worst thing was that he still hadn’t put me down.His arms locked around me with an effortlessly tight grip. I could feel the tension rolling off from him, his eyes looked very focused like he was holding everything back.“Put me down,” I snapped, squirming against his hold, but he just ignored me.The elevator dinged, and in three steps, he carried me straight through the underground parking lot.I looked around, wondering what the hell we were doing here, but he wasn't saying anything and all I could do was to try and get cozy while he carried me like my prince charming from hell.I raised my brow in confusion when I saw his sleek, black jaguar, I started thrashing again as I realized what he wanted to do.“Ethan, don’t you dare—”He didn't reply to my question instead the motherfucker just unlocked the door with one hand and then put me inside as if was light as freaking air. Before I could move

I should have known Ethan Blackwood wouldn’t just book a regular flight like a normal human being. No—he had to go over the top, proving once again that being extra was practically his full-time job. The moment I arrived at the airport, there was no check-in, no security lines—just a sleek black luxury car waiting to whisk me straight to a private jet. Because of course, Ethan Blackwood wouldn’t fly commercial like the rest of us. His initials, EB, were embossed in gold on the side, just in case anyone forgot who the plane belonged to. At this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had hand-picked my wardrobe for the trip. Everything had already been taken care of. My passport, my visa, my itinerary—probably even the contents of my suitcase. It should have infuriated me. Instead, I found myself gripping the handle of my suitcase a little tighter, because something about how easily he took over my life was making my stomach flip in ways I didn’t want to acknowledge. Ethan was already