All Chapters of Secret Marriage To My Brother's Best friend : Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

TrevorA week later is her first time in New York, and Gracie is as charming as ever. She twirls around in the red dress she picked from the stockpile in front of her. It’s day one, and we’re focused on revamping her looks.Not like I want to change a thing about her. Gracie is perfect with her copper shade of hair to those sweet lips that torment me night and day.We have a deal! No flirting and no touching. But how can I stop myself from craving her? We’ve posted every moment on social media, leaving lots of wistful comments in our wake. My social media presence is a hot trail for now, thanks to this scam.“How does this look?” she asks when she steps out in a white dress. “Perfect for a date with your teammates? Like a double date or something? They can all bring their wives or lovers or whatever. What is it called? WAGS? Wives and girlfriends of..."My laugh stops her shot, and she frowns before popping her hands on her hips. “What? Am I babbling?”“Kind of,” I tease, and she marc

Trevor A week later is her first time in New York, and Gracie is as charming as ever. She twirls around in the red dress she picked from the stockpile in front of her. It’s day one, and we’re focused on revamping her looks. Not like I want to change a thing about her. Gracie is perfect with her copper shade of hair to those sweet lips that torment me night and day. We have a deal! No flirting and no touching. But how can I stop myself from craving her? We’ve posted every moment on social media, leaving lots of wistful comments in our wake. My social media presence is a hot trail for now, thanks to this scam. “How does this look?” she asks when she steps out in a white dress. “Perfect for a date with your teammates? Like a double date or something? They can all bring their wives or lovers or whatever. What is it called? WAGS? Wives and girlfriends of..." My laugh stops her shot, and she frowns before popping her hands on her hips. “What? Am I babbling?” “Kind of,” I tease, and sh

Gracie “I’m Zane Lewinsky, nice to meet you, Gracie,” Trevor’s manager says when he joins us that evening for a brief meeting on what we’ll spend the next few weeks doing. “Attending events together is a must and a big deal. Meeting with his teammates, throwing parties, and taking pictures together for the gram are all things you’ve got to do to make this seem more realistic.” I’m toying with the buttons of my sweatshirt as Zane lectures us. My heart’s doing a speedy dive against my ribcage, and the tension snapping through me makes it impossible for me to keep all of this down. Am I really doing this? Can I handle all the pressure? The media attention? I nibble on my lower lip and try to keep my tension at a minimum, but the twist in my nerves continues pricking at me till I interrupt Zane. “What about us? The stuff we really want to do?” I look from Zane to Trevor, who’s perched on one corner of his couch, watching me the entire time. “When do we get the chance to do the stuf

TrevorWe’re both quiet when we get back home. After our long hug outside, Gracie’s cheeks have maintained a rosy, crimson shade, and she’s been avoiding my gaze.“Gracie,” I call when she hurries to walk away from me after we walk into the house. I take her wrist before she makes it far, and twirl her around so she faces me again.She gasps, and her eyes widen. “I should get inside,” Gracie stutters before lowering her eyes from mine again.Her lower lip quivers; it seems like she’s terrified of something.Truth is, I get the feeling. That hug and spending the night with her is the highlight of my day. I haven’t enjoyed anyone’s company this much in years. Most times, when I hang out with my teammates or girls from the club, I find myself missing Gracie’s easy laugh and her vibrant nature.She’s the best part of my memories of living in Golden Bay. Gracie makes it possible for me to forget all about my parents’ horrid past. The fighting, the cheating. It’s the reason why I must alway

GracieThe next evening, at dinner with some of Trevor’s teammates, Trevor is quiet most of the time. We haven’t said a word to each other since the brief kiss in the kitchen last night, and the tension from that encounter still zaps through me.The clink of silverware against each other reminds me of dinner with my parents and Trevor when we were younger. Those dinner times were, however, full of laughter and joy. I used to enjoy being around Trevor so much. It felt like he was family. And I started to fall for him.How did I let this happen? He turned me down eight years ago, and I should know better than to allow him to kiss me and sway me with words. Trevor’s not the kind of man who’ll love me. I knew that before I agreed to help him with this scheme.So why isn’t my heart complying? Even though I know harboring these feelings for him is useless, I can’t help myself. With a sigh, I focus on my casserole again, and try to ignore the jolts of adrenaline spiking through me and awaken