Lahat ng Kabanata ng Craving For My Boyfriend’s Brother: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Becky’s pov "Stop," I said, my voice breaking through the silence. The car slowed to a halt. I pressed my palm against my forehead and closed my eyes, willing the ache behind them to go away."Please... take me back to where you picked me up."The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Knew you’d change your mind,” he muttered, not unkindly.I didn’t answer. My silence was louder than words. I wasn’t returning because I wanted to, I was going back because I didn’t know how to leave for good. Not yet.Within minutes, we pulled up outside Sebastian’s house. The curtain in the living room twitched, then dropped. He’d been watching for me.I stepped inside quietly and sank into the nearest seat, my eyes fixed on the floor. I couldn’t look at him.“We’re meant to be together. This is when I need you the most,” Sebastian began, his tone rehearsed. “Do you want to embarrass me? What if my twin brother shows up with a stunning woman, and I’m alone at the anniversary? Don’t you think p

Becky’s POVKenneth's voice was the most tender and tempting thing I had ever heard. He had not even touched me, yet my whole body reacted. Was I dreaming? Was he really here, in my room, speaking to me like that?To be sure I was not caught up in a fantasy, I gently pinched my lap. The light sting reminded me that this was real, he was here. He had chosen to come to me."I want you..." I whispered back, my heart racing. I saw him pause, waiting for my response, so I gave it freely. My words gave him the permission he was looking for.Something inside me had pushed me to tell him my room number earlier. Deep down, I had imagined this moment even before the party started. I had lied to Sebastian, telling him I needed the night alone because of my period. He had tried to argue, but I stood my ground. I did not even know where that boldness had come from, maybe because he was stuck in a wheelchair and could not control things the way he used to. Or maybe I was just tired of pretending.W

Becky’s povAs I left my room, I wanted to check on Kenneth in his room. But I worried we might pick up where we left off last night, and that could slow me down. I wanted to see Sebastian, and I had already told him I was coming. We would definitely meet at the dining table, and I hoped we would sit close.Why did it feel like I had never had sex before? I wondered as I walked past Kenneth’s door. Maybe the excitement from last night was just too much.When I reached Sebastian’s door, I knocked and said, “Hi…”“Come in,” he answered. From the moment he let me in, I knew exactly what he would say when he saw me. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.He stared at me for a long time, his eyes wide, just as I thought he would. I stood near the door, feeling like my feet were stuck to the floor.“Why are you dressed like that? Did you really come here wearing that?” he asked.“What’s wrong with my outfit? Am I naked? Can anyone see anything private?” I said, spreading my arms and tea

Becky’s POVThe phone rang at the most unexpected time. It was Kenneth. How could he call me when he knew I was with his brother? I stepped out of Sebastian’s house with my thoughts racing and my heart burning with anger. At that moment, I told myself I would no longer answer Kenneth’s calls.Is it possible to feel this angry at someone you still love? The truth is, I was hurt. Kenneth left me without even saying goodbye. He did not wait for a word from me or give me a chance to hug him one last time. If his call was really that important, why did he not come to my hotel room that morning? Why did he not knock on my door and tell me his plans in person? He found my room easily enough when he wanted to take his brother’s place, so why not then?Now, miles away, he decides to call me. What does he expect me to do with that? Even if he did not want to wake me, a short note on the pillow would have been enough. Just a few words. That was all I needed.I got into the first taxi parked outs

Sonia POV I can't bear this anymore. It's been two days since Kenneth returned from his parents' anniversary. Has he forgotten about me? I couldn't sleep. His attention over the months has consumed me, like an emotional requirement I must fulfill. Throughout the night, I've read all his previous text messages, even the ones I ignored when I saw his name. Is this what they call love? No man has ever affected me this deeply. Or maybe Kenneth is no longer interested in me? Does he have a new girlfriend? Bridget would have told me. Perhaps he met his ex at the anniversary and they've reconciled. What's happening? I think I can fix this myself, but I don't want to appear desperate to him. The more I try to avoid looking desperate, the more I suffer silently. Or maybe he's unwell? If he was sick, he would have used it as an excuse for me to come over. Although he tried this tactic before, but I refused to go. Who knows, maybe he's tired of me? Kenneth is a very attractive man. Why have I