บททั้งหมดของ Tempted By My Sister's Boyfriend: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Saturday mornings were supposed to be peaceful. Warm sun bleeding in through the curtains, the soft hum of distant chatter from the quad. A quiet start to an unhurried day. But this morning? This morning was cold. Not outside... no. The weather was perfect. But inside the room, the air between Sloane and me was frozen stiff. She hadn't said a word to me since our little banter last night. Not after she got fed up with Adrian and me. I stayed in bed longer than usual, pretending to scroll through nothing, and that's when my phone buzzed. Alexander: "Hey, Kimberly. I really enjoyed spending time with you yesterday. Can't get enough of your beautiful smile. Want to hang out again today?" I stared at the message, thinking of what to send back to him, but I couldn't think of anything. Honestly, I wasn't in the mood, and Alexander was the last person I needed to speak to, not after Adrian warned me to stay away from him. So, I didn't answer. I just locked my phone and tossed it on the

I hesitated, then shifted in the chair. “Okay. Hypothetically... say a girl was emotionally involved with someone she shouldn’t be involved with. Like, it’s complicated, and messy, and technically wrong, but she can’t help how she feels.” Alexander didn’t interrupt. He just watched me with that quiet attentiveness I wasn’t used to. “She knows he’s with someone else,” I continued, “but... every time they’re together, it’s like nothing else matters. It’s not about sex, though there’s definitely that tension. It’s emotional too. Obsessive, even.” Still, he didn’t speak. And at this point, I wasn’t sure if that was comforting or terrifying. “What would you think of a person like that?” I asked, carefully. “What would you say?” Alexander exhaled slowly, thoughtfully. Then he said, “I’d say people are more complicated than they admit to being. That real emotions don’t always follow logic or rules.” I blinked at him. “But,” he added, “I also believe there’s a difference between wantin

It's been a few days since I spoke with Adrian, since that unforgettable night. Sloane and I were back on talking terms. I apologized to her for all the times I made her uncomfortable— it was the least I could do, and besides, she's been nothing but an amazing friend and roommate to me since we met. Sloane and I sat on the campus yard, our backs against the bark of an old tree, iced coffee cups in hand, and our shoes kicked off onto the grass as the sun was soft on our skin. It felt... normal for once. We'd gotten through our morning class without any side glances, sarcastic digs, or awkward silences. "I still think he uses that projector just to punish us," Sloane said, sipping her coffee. "Like—who uses Comic Sans on a syllabus in 2025?" I laughed. "Someone who's clearly on a mission to sabotage my GPA and my sense of aesthetics." Sloane rolled her eyes dramatically, and I leaned back against the tree, letting myself enjoy the moment. Then my phone buzzed in my lap. I didn't

Walking closer to Alexander, the only thing that mattered to me was how good I looked and how Adrian would react if he saw me with the same guy he had asked me to stay away from. “Wow,” Alexander said, shaking his head gently as he bit his lips. His eyes scanned me from my toes up to my head. “You, Kimberly. You are... You're beautiful.” “It’s just a dress, Alex. Get a hold of yourself and let’s go, we’re late,” I said, walking past him and into the car. “Come on, Alex. Stop standing there and let’s go. Now.” He got into the car, and he drove. While driving, he kept stealing glances at me. His eyes wandered over my body as he managed to maintain his composure, driving. I turned back to him. His breath was ragged as he kept licking and biting his lips. Concerned, I gently placed my hand on his, and he was trembling slightly. “Alex? Are you okay?” I asked, my voice soft and filled with concern. “I—I,” he blinked. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” “No, you’re not,” I rolled my ey

The door creaked wider with a low groan. Adrian’s lips froze just a breath away from my pussy lips, and I snapped my head toward the entrance. My heart racing, pulse hammering in my throat. But luckily, it was just a stranger. A woman. Wide-eyed, clutching a phone to her chest as her gaze darted between Adrian and me. And I realized the scene we made. “Oh! I—I’m so sorry!” she gasped, eyes going even wider as she stumbled backward, nearly tripping on the door. “I didn’t mean to. Please, carry on. God, I swear I didn’t see anything.” But she had. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving only the sound of our heavy breathing and the low crash of waves outside the building. “Please let me down,” I said, tapping him on the head softly. Adrian let me down slowly and gently. My heart now slamming for all the wrong reasons. Guilt, embarrassment, adrenaline. They all swirled inside me like a storm I couldn’t calm. “Kim,” Adrian started, reaching for me. But I was already smoothing