Todos os capítulos de Her Craving, His Brother : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 97

Lumi POVThe third swimsuit was somehow worse than the first two. I stood in front of the full-length mirror, tugging at the fabric for what had to be the hundredth time.The model online looked incredible, of course she had. She was six feet tall, had abs, and probably drank green juice for fun.I looked like I was losing an argument with elastic.A sigh escaped me, then another. Then a third.Behind me, Briggs looked up from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed."You done?""No.""You've been fighting that swimsuit for twenty minutes.""Guess I'm winning."His mouth twitched.I narrowed my eyes. "Don't laugh.""I'm not.""You are.""I'm trying not to." He said, muffling a laugh.That was somehow worse, I looked back at the mirror. The swimsuit wasn't ugly, the problem was me.Or at least the version of me that still remembered every comment, every comparison, every moment someone made me feel like my body needed permission to exist.My fingers drifted to my waist, then my hip

Lumi POVI should've walked away. The thought came to me for the third time in less than a minute.I should've turned around, and taken Briggs' hand. Find Dara, or literally anybody else, then leave.Instead, I stood there watching my ex-fiancé embarrass himself in front of half of New York.The ocean rocked gently beneath the yacht, music continued somewhere behind us. Champagne glasses clinked.People laughed, or at least they had been laughing.Now?Nobody was laughing. Nobody was even pretending to talk anymore. Because Caius Hall had decided to make himself the center of attention.Again.My stomach twisted as I stared at the phone in his hand. The screen was still lit, still displaying that picture. My picture.A picture I never knew existed. I hated how cold my skin suddenly felt. Not because the photo was revealing or because it was inappropriate. But because it felt invasive, wrong. Like I was looking at something I wasn't supposed to see. The photo had been taken from behi

Clover POVIf there was one thing I had learned during the last two days, it was that Cameron was incapable of being normal under pressure.Actually, scratch that.I wasn't entirely convinced Cameron was capable of being normal under any circumstance.The small boat rocked gently against the water as it carried us toward Dara's yacht, the city lights glittering across the dark ocean like scattered diamonds.The view should've been beautiful, peaceful.Romantic even.Instead, I was sitting across from a grown man who had checked behind him seventeen times in the last ten minutes.Yes.I counted.Because after the tenth time, it became impossible not to."Stop looking behind us."Cameron immediately looked behind us again.I closed my eyes slowly, patiently. The way people did before committing crimes."I said you’re doing it again.""What?"I pointed. "You know exactly what."His gaze flicked toward the water, then toward the marina. Then toward another boat passing several yards away,