All Chapters of Dear best friend's brother, kiss me while you can: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆Yes. I remember now. It's been four weeks since we got here. Jake still hadn't told me where we were. I’d been locked in this basement for so long, I didn't know what it felt like to see the outside world, or feel the warmth of the sun on my skin.He’d been texting my dad on my phone, impersonating me. And whenever my dad asked to speak on a phone call, Jake would hold a knife to my throat just in case I said anything that indicated that I was in danger.He promised his family would hurt mine if I didn't cooperate. And I believed him. I knew what they were capable of. So, my dad basically believed I left France and went back to New York, got caught up in school, and refused to come home for Christmas. I spent Christmas with Jake exploring my body like a perfectly wrapped present from Santa. He’d drugged me. Whenever I woke up, I was tied to the bed. Naked. His fingers hovered over my breasts, lightly tracing every inch of my skin as if he’d burn if he really touched

♤♤JAKE'S POV♤♤My voice came out a low growl, as I anticipated seeing her free from the anguish of having to wear clothes all day long.I’d never get tired of seeing her naked. She hesitated. I sensed insubordination. And then her shaky hands hooked into the band of her joggers. She slid them down carefully and painfully slow.I watched the line of her spine curve, the fine tremor running through her. My pulse raced beneath my skin. I bit down the desire coiling in the pit of my stomach, settling in my groin. A low rumble emanated from my chest the moment her hoodie came off, revealing her bare, tender breasts.I reached for one of them without thinking, cupping the beauty in the palm of my hands. Summer didn't move. She stood still as a statue. A bulge surged in my pants, aching with intense need.She looked so small and so fragile that the thought of filling her with my creamy essence almost brought me down to my knees. I had to stop. I had to let her get dressed. I had all the time

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆“I told you to stay in the car no matter what.” Jake’s voice slammed into my skull, even harder than the piece of wood he’d used to strike Celeste.Is she dead? I wondered. My heart clenched so tight I feared it might break in my chest.My eyes dropped to Celeste. She wasn't moving. Jake followed my gaze. For a split second, something unreadable crossed his face. Then it vanished.“Open the backseat,” he said.“I—what?”“Now.”I couldn't move. So he yanked the door open himself, crouched, and hauled Celeste up like she weighed nothing. Her head lolled to the side.“Jake, there’s blood,” I said, my voice breaking. “Oh my God—there’s so much blood.”“She’s alive,” he said flatly, shoving her into the backseat. “Stop shaking. And get in the fucking car.” He wasn't yelling. Somehow, that was worse. I shuddered and didn't even remember how I got into the car. My heart was beating so fast. I’d warned Celeste that Jake was nearby. I told her he would hurt her. I told her to

☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆ “I don't regret it,” Celeste replied. “The only thing I regret is not screaming for help the second I saw you with Summer at the store.” Jake always argued like he was bored. Like other people’s anger was background noise he could mute whenever it stopped entertaining him. Celeste didn’t know that yet. But he chose to ignore her. “Here, bestie,” Jake said, pushing a spoonful of cereal into my mouth. “You don’t get to talk to her like that,” Celeste snapped, tugging uselessly at the restraint around her wrist. “You don’t get to decide when she eats. Or breathes. Or exists.” Jake leaned against the cabinet, arms folded, head tilted. Amused. That was his favorite expression—the one that said you’re wasting your breath and I’m enjoying it. “I do, actually,” he said mildly. “That’s kind of the point.” “You’re wicked.” “And wicked is good. So stop acting like a saint. You used her when you had the chance.” Celeste scoffed. “At least I feel sorry about it. How about

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆“You're getting married to Diana De Morven.’“What?” Jake exploded. “Hayden's leftover? Who am I kidding? He didn't even want her.”Tara scoffed. “Well, aren’t you with Summer? The girl he fucked?” Jake's jaw clenched tight enough to break. “The De Morvens still want to be a part of our family. And now that Hayden's gone, you're next in line. You're the only son, and you have to form an alliance with them by marrying their daughter.”“No fucking way, Mom. I’m not Hayden. You’re not handing me off like some rag you’re tossing to a much older woman.”“Age is just a number,” Tara said. “Diana is only three years older. She’s the heir to the De Morven enterprises, and you are the sole heir of Dylan Corp and the Evercrest firms. If you want to succeed, you must marry Diana.”“Maybe I don’t wanna be the heir. You should take over the company yourself. Wait! I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t you fuck Dad and get pregnant with another child?”Suddenly, a sharp slap echoed thr