All Chapters of Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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031: You don't want to meet him

~~RAPHAEL~~Axel's caption is a simple, arrogant "Breakfast view."My thumb hovers over the notification, a familiar mix of annoyance and curiosity stirring in my gut. Axel, again. He posts more than a teenager. I usually ignore it, but this time, I can't. Something feels different. I tap the screen.And the image fills my phone: Axel's face, damp hair, and that smug grin, his arm wrapped around Peyton's neck. It's a headshot, framed by the mirror. I ignore his face and go straight to hers. Her smile is small, almost fragile, and her eyes are a little too wide, a hint of confusion in them that I know all too well. 'Cause she must be a confused person having an affair with someone like Axel. He's a glaring red flag.I zoom in, my gaze fixed on her. I see a spiral of ink on my brother's shoulder. I thought I was the only one ashamed to show my scars. What happened to "The scars are what make you a man," huh? Guess my idea of "scars make you different" finally caught up with him. Idiot.

032: No coming back

~~PEYTON~~ Instead of a warm welcome, I was greeted by an overly formal and intimidating HR manager. I was given a huge stack of paperwork and a complex employee handbook that's more about rules and regulations than company culture. Next, I was led to the CEO's office. My heart almost jumped, but luckily he wasn't there. Instead, I meet the Chief of Staff, a no-nonsense woman named Elena. Elena is my immediate superior and the one who will actually be mentoring me during the probation period. Elena explains that the CEO is too busy to meet me right now and that her job is to make sure nothing and no one ever bothers him until noon. Now flash to the present; my legs are aching from walking for almost an hour on this stupid tour. The entire casino is huge, and I've been shown around the whole place in one hour. Can't this be cut in half or something? My feet feel like they're going to fall off any second. These heels are killing me. Why didn't I wear flat shoes? Yeah, because I

033: Vulnerable

~~PEYTON~~ I'm not in the wrong place, am I? Because I'm starting to feel like I've made a wrong turn somewhere, maybe a whole series of them, that led me right back here. His stare isn't a simple look. It feels like he sees through my cheap suit and the exhaustion in my eyes, all the way to the pathetic reality I've been running from. Did I really trade everything—my pride, my sanity, my life—for a marriage that feels more like a prison? Is this what it all comes down to? All the fights, all the bills, and nights alone, just to end up standing in front of him, feeling like an absolute fraud? He's not just looking at me. He's making me look at myself. "Your stares are making me uncomfortable, sir." I clip, my face is cold too cold to show your boss. Raphael finally shifts, twirling his chair around and back. He sighs like he's exhausted just from looking at me. "You won't last one week anyway, so let's get this over with," he says with both hands clamped on the table. "Now

034: Keep this under wraps

~~PEYTON~~ I scramble for the phone on his desk, my hands shaking as I grab it. I run back to him, kneeling to place it in his outstretched hand. He's usually composed, but now he's fumbling as he dials a number. He keeps his gaze locked on his leg as it rings. I catch the muscle in his jaw twitching. He looks less like the formidable CEO from a few hours ago."The bionic is acting up again. I'm at the office, and I tripped," he grits into the phone, glaring at his leg.Bionic? He wears a prosthetic. Why didn't I notice sooner? It must be advanced, or maybe I was too distracted by his face to notice. What kind of accident did he have to make him lose a leg?"Peyton."His voice jolts me back."Yes, Sir! Should I call for help? The ambulance, maybe?""No." He grimaces. "Does it look like I'm dying?"I shake my head."I don't need an ambulance. Just get here." He hangs up and looks at me, the desperation in his eyes replaced by that familiar, cold fury, but softer."My car. Get the driv

035: On vacation

~~PEYTON~~I have Axel spy on Natalie’s schedule and when she will be visiting the hospital so I can go simultaneously. I'm not avoiding her this time. I need to face her, and, more importantly, to look her in the eye and try to apologize for the things I said. I know she will be furious, but I have to try. It's the only way I can even begin to make things right.Whether Odin hurt me or not, the words I said were very inappropriate and harsh.I bake brownies after watching tons of tutorials, even going as far as subscribing to a channel to cook professionally and whatnot. It stole my weekend, but it'll be worth it.I stand by the door, brownies in one hand. The smell of disinfectant and anything clean wafts into my nose. My heart is pounding, my lips are pressed together as I remind myself that she's just a human being, not a goddess.A moment later, I enter. Thankfully, I see her right next to Odin with machines beeping all around him. She's stroking his hand; her eyes are red, and h

036: Yeah, what are you saying?

~~PEYTON~~It took Mr. CEO two good weeks to get back to the office. It's a cold Monday morning, and I'm standing at his desk, his coat in my hand, ready to welcome him back. The moment he steps in, a smile stretches across my face. But I immediately feel stupid for it—it's too wild, too eager—but I can't help it. My heart is pounding with relief. He seems okay, and the whole incident was under wraps, which means I can keep my job. All's good."Good morning, boss. Welcome back, and how are you..." I stop myself fast. I remember the cold fury he'd shown me, the way he'd slammed the car door in my face. He's not the type to appreciate overt concern or small talk. So let's make these early hours of the day a success."I'm sorry... shouldn't have asked," I mutter, but that's when it occurs to me that the asshole isn't even paying attention.He blinks at me once and scans the office, taking in every detail from the ceiling to the tiles.I hold my breath.I'd spent hours making sure everyth

037: Take a break

~~AXEL~~ I think she forgot how to breathe. She finally stops. The last words hang and make me freeze in confused shock even. It's…… Okay, I think she's rubbing off on me because I, too, forgot to breathe for a few seconds. Silence. That seems to be the only thing existing right now. She pauses, maybe waiting for an excuse, anything to break the quiet. She wants me to explain myself. Too bad I don't do explanations. I grab the last half piece of pizza. "After all that, you didn't even get to eat. Your loss." The way her face crumbles in the next seconds makes my heart seize. “So that's it…that's what you have to say? Is the pizza the only thing on your mind right now, or are you deflecting the subject? Which is very annoying.” Her voice rises, and I hear a subtle crack. “You can't come in here and flirt and expect me to fall into your lap without getting an explanation. I know this relationship is about sex and all, but don't play with my feelings. I mean, not feelings, j

038: It's YOU

~~AXEL~~ I try to dump her, and she dumps me back. Great. And she did it with a fake smile. A fake smile! I'll never live this down. But... was I actually going to dump her? Did I really want to? God. Relationships can be so hard. I massage my temples, feeling a headache coming on. Or maybe it’s not a headache; maybe it’s just my brain finally rebooting. Everything feels different. Painfully slow. After a few business phone calls this morning, I can’t bring myself to move. The phone on my chest feels like a useless piece of technology that just told me I'd been bested. I’m sprawled on my back, staring at the ceiling, which suddenly looks a lot less interesting than it used to. A simple explanation for why I went MIA for two weeks, and my genius response was to try and break up with her. I'm an idiot. She was right. I was planning to dump her. I told her that. It was the truth, but it wasn't. The thought of it had been an itch I couldn’t scratch, a habit I couldn't break. I didn't g

039: Bouquet or vibrator

~~PEYTON~~I never realize my life is boring until two days ago. Like, who do I have? Odin? Hospital. Dad? Hospital. Stepmom and sister? Come on, I'm better off without those bloodsuckers. Axel? I'm not a mess without him; I'm better off learning to live with my own company. I don't need a man after all.But each time I scroll through my contacts, his name is at the top of the list. It makes it really hard 'not to be a mess.' When I mean mess, I'm clumsy. Can you believe I almost slip on the bathroom floor this morning, lost in thought, thinking how my life would have been if I hadn't wanted to 'sin' that night? Stayed home and took Kira and Odin's bullshit, waking up the next day like nothing happens. I'll probably need a bandage after pulmetting my head on the wall with zero tolerance, zero self-control.I finally finish the last report, slam my laptop shut, and grab my bag. The clock on my screen reads 6:02 PM. My mind is already on my bed, I am going to collapse on it, and the ice

040: Arousal to arousal

~~PEYTON~~I'm hot. I'm so hot it almost feels like I'm burning down there. Two weeks of being starved and now inhaling the scent of male testosterone and watching balls squirm in tight pants is sending my head spiraling.With both hands pinned above my head and Axel tantalizingly close, I'm trapped between the fierce anger that got me here and the messed-up desire that wants him to stay."You're shaking," he murmurs, eyes scanning my face."I’m not. But helpless? Oppressed? Fuck yeah." I bite back, and he laughs. Seriously?He leaves the pinning with one hand, takes out the other hand, and brushes a finger down my cheek. I look away and bite my lips as his teasing finger draws a straight line to my neck, my collarbone, my chest, and my button on my blouse, taking them out one by one. He stops at my navel, caresses it a little, then continues the journey down to my pants.I shake off his hand. He ignores me, eyes still on me. I don't remember the second I meet his gaze. Worse, I can't

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