All Chapters of Dear best friend's brother, kiss me while you can: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆The knock didn’t stop Hayden or me. Nope. Whoever it was could bang until their knuckles bled. We weren’t moving from the tub. My mind did that annoying thing where it imagined Jake out there, glaring like a thundercloud, or Celeste, wide-eyed and teary. Hell, maybe it was the maid with fresh towels.Fuck it. I didn’t care who it was. Hayden was inside me, and that was the only knock I was answering. The door rattled until the knocking stopped. And we both came crashing down together, at the same time. We had our bath after and went to bed. The moment I hit the mattress, I fell asleep. All through the night, Hayden held me close. He didn’t have any episodes tonight. Sometimes, I’d wake up and watch him. He slept like a baby. The next morning, sunlight streaked in through the curtains. A knock came at the door again, waking me from my sleep. Hayden was already up, sitting at the reading table. His eyes snapped toward the door.“Good morning,” I breathed, half asleep.

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆Celeste’s scream rattled the chandelier. Rowan stumbled back, her face pale.“Jesus Christ. Who the hell sends that? That’s not—” She cut herself off, swallowing hard. I tried to calm Celeste down. She was shaking profusely. Her breath was ragged as if she’d run a marathon. Jake stood there in disbelief.“Celeste,” Rowan said carefully, “I swear I didn’t know what was inside. I never open the packages. You know that. Emotional freelancing means staying out of my clients’ business. That’s the rule.”Celeste’s hands trembled against her mouth. Tears slipped through her fingers.Rowan’s eyes burned with guilt. She shifted the strap of her satchel on her shoulder, voice cracking. “If there’s any way I can help, I will.”Celeste sobbed harder. Jake’s jaw was tight, dangerous. Rowan left shortly. I helped Celeste get in bed and hurried downstairs to clean up the mess. I took several photos of it for evidence. Jake and I waited downstairs. We made dinner before Hayden retu

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆The words slammed into me. Hayden’s hands curled into fists on the table. My brain replayed Celeste’s trembling sobs, her wide-eyed victim act, Jake’s sudden loyalty.I whispered, half to myself, “She’s been staging it… all of it?”Rowan nodded. “Looks that way.”Hayden swore under his breath. “So she’s been playing us. Every single one of us.”Evan leaned back, smug. “If she’s her own stalker, she’s not just dangerous to herself. She’s dangerous to everyone dumb enough to get close.”His gaze flicked to me, like he knew exactly how close I’d been. How I’d fallen for her charade. I thought about Jake defending her. The earrings. Her secret smiles. The way she snapped at me, then melted for him.Rowan’s voice dropped to a whisper. “No one would have known. She did send gifts to herself. She made it believable.”“She didn’t want anyone to know,” the words escaped from my lips.“She lied about telling her parents about the stalker,” Hayden added.“So if she’s been pullin

☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆The hallway spat me out like it was glad to be rid of me. “I’ll be a better Summer than you ever will be…”What does that even mean?My chest still burned from Celeste’s text, and my phone felt like it weighed ten pounds in my pocket. I had trusted her so much. Her trembling voice, those crocodile tears. God! I was a fool.I had believed she needed help. I was ready to go out of my way to get her every ounce of it. But now it looked like I was the one who needed saving. I was losing my mind—like really, really losing my fucking mind. I didn’t make it ten steps out of the building before another set of those posters stopped me cold.MISSING PERSONName: Katherine “Kat” GeorgeAge: 26Hair: BlondeEyes: BlueLast Seen: At The Velvet Room nightclub on Friday night, wearing a black tank top, blue skinny jeans, and black platform heels.Please contact the number below if you have any information…I didn’t know Kat. Only a name I’d overheard from Jake and Tristan once. But

♤♤JAKE'S POV♤♤Celeste’s nails raked down my back, sharp enough to sting. She was laughing—breathless, eager—as she tugged the wig over her hair. The strands fell long and dark, almost the same shade as Summer’s beautiful brown hair. My Summer.“Do I look like her now?” Celeste whispered, lips grazing my ear.Of course she didn’t. Not in a million years. Celeste was too tall, all bones, and ghostly pale. Summer… Summer was perfection—pale in all the right ways, curvy where it mattered, alive. And small. The perfect height. They were two halves of the same coin. Celeste could never hope to match her. Never.Summer wasn’t even just perfect—she was mine. Always had been. Hayden thought he had her, thought he could possess her, but he didn’t even know her. Not like I did. Not like the way her eyes had once clung to me.That’s one of the reasons I was so mad. He didn’t know her as I did and she let him swoon her. Summer was made for me. She didn’t know it yet. Every second with Celeste had