Semua Bab TRADING MY EX FOR HIS STEP BROTHER : Bab 81 - Bab 90

CHAPTER 82: DINNER IN PEACE KIMBERLY:Suddenly, he took my hand and slipped it under his joggers. When my hand connected with his throbbing erection, I gasped. “Play with it, Kim,” he said as he propped his head up with a pillow and relaxed, closing his eyes. “It's all yours.”I wrapped my fingers around his dick, unable to move my hand away.“You're so inexperienced. Let me show you.” He lowered his joggers a bit so that his manhood bounced out. Then he made me curl my fingers around it and started moving my hand up and down.He groaned. “Yeah, do it that way.”I wanted to pleasure him the way he has been pleasuring me since we got married. We haven't had sex and it was all his idea. But he has made me cum more than a dozen times. This was my chance to reciprocate.I picked up a bottle of oil and applied it on my palms. Then I wrapped my hand around his cock. His eyes darkened and a soft moan escaped his lips.I began moving my hand up and down slowly at first. Damien's eyes were s

CHAPTER 84: THORNHILL IS SHOT DEAD KIMBERLY:The phone slipped from Damien's hand and landed on the table with a dull thud, its screen still lit. His face lost all color."Damien?" I reached for his hand. "What is it? What happened?"He slowly turned to face me, his jaw tight, eyes distant. "Thornhill is dead."My heart skipped. "Thornhill? You mean Mr. Thornhill, the attorney?"Damien gave a stiff nod. "He was shot. Less than an hour ago.""Oh my God." I stood, my stomach twisting. "Who would want to kill him?"Damien’s lips curled into a grim line. He stood, pacing the length of the living room like a lion in a cage. "That's exactly what I want to find out."My mind began spinning, trying to piece things together. Thornhill had been acting cagey lately. Ever since Damien pressured him to do the right thing regarding my Grandma's will, he'd seemed... different."Do you think this has something to do with the will?" I asked, following Damien with my eyes.He stopped pacing, staring o

CHAPTER 86: CARTER FAMILY DRAMA DAMIEN:I took a slow, measured step forward, shielding Kim slightly behind me as I narrowed my gaze."Faith? What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, my voice low but sharp, cutting through the awkward silence like a blade.She didn’t say a word. Her eyes dropped, avoiding mine entirely. But the man beside her, dressed in a modest beige suit that screamed lower middle class, cleared his throat and stood."I’m her father," he said, his voice calm but firm. "I brought my daughter here because she is carrying a Carter child. Your brother, Roland, is responsible."A heavy silence fell over the room. I heard Kim gasp softly behind me. My jaw tensed.Roland stood abruptly, knocking his knee against the coffee table. "That’s a lie! I don’t even know this girl beyond office greetings. I never touched her."Faith’s eyes lifted to Roland now, her expression wounded but resolute. “You don’t know me? Really? Roland, you have been fucking me in the office toile

CHAPTER 88: I WANT TO SHOW YOU WHAT MY HANDS CAN DOKIMBERLY:Damien’s arms slid gently around my waist from behind, pulling me back into his warmth. His chin rested on my shoulder, and he didn’t say anything for a moment.He didn’t need to.I closed my eyes and melted into him. “Did you really mean it when you said I was never meant to marry Roland?” I murmured, tracing circles on his chest.“Yeah, it's the truth. I was out of the country when that arrangement was done but Grandma Evelyn called to inform me about it. She had it all planned out. She knows Roland so well and knew he would mess things up somehow.“I couldn't believe my ears. I thought I was betrothed to Roland all along but never knew the plan was for me to marry Damien. And now, I can't help but wonder if grandma Evelyn had deliberately set Roland up with Tess.Sigh.Damien cupped my face. “What?” His voice was soft, low, and threaded with something protective. I reached up to touch his hand, our fingers interlocking s

CHAPTER 90: GRANDMA'S ADVICE DAMIEN:I woke up early because I wanted to get to the office before 8:am. But first, I needed to see my grandmother. I put on a robe, stepped out of our room and headed to Grandma Evelyn's chambers.She was seated by the window in her reading chair, a soft breeze brushing against her lace curtains as she sipped her morning tea. The sun was barely up, casting long streaks of light across the carpet. I usually don't knock when entering her room. It was the same room I had shared with her during my childhood. I still felt very familiar with it. But today, I knocked.“Come in,” she responded immediately. I walked in as she set her teacup on the saucer.She turned to face me. “Damien, your shoulders are tense, and your eyes are shadowed. You look like you have the world on your shoulders, and if you don't loosen up a bit, it might crush you.”“Grandma,” I said quietly, closing the door behind me. “Good morning.”“Good morning, Damien. Sit down.” She patted t