All Chapters of Tempted By My Sister's Boyfriend: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The door creaked open slowly, and Adrian stiffened like he’d just been splashed with cold water. I remained frozen on the couch, my lips parting slightly as I watched his back tense. I couldn’t see who it was from where I sat. But something about his body language made my stomach twist. He turned slightly, just enough to glance at me over his shoulder, and mouth “Hide now.” Panic immediately shot through me as I scrambled off the couch and ducked into the hallway. The nearest room was on the left, and I rushed inside, shutting the door quietly behind me. I didn’t even know what room I was in, but at this moment, none of it mattered. My heart was pounding hard in my chest like it wanted to break out. Just outside the room, I heard her voice. “Oh, baby!” Genevieve’s laugh echoed into the apartment before I even heard the door click shut again. “My goodness, I’ve missed you.” I covered my mouth instinctively. Adrian’s voice dropped to that charming, deep tone. “Hey, babe. You didn

Sloane leaned against her bedframe, her arms crossed over her chest, one foot tapping lightly on the cold floor. I sat on the edge of my mattress, trying not to look up too hard. “So,” she finally said. “With how you’re acting right now, I’d say you were at Adrian’s last night. Am I right?” I didn’t look up. “Okay? And what’s your business with that?” “You’re right. I don’t have any business,” she said. “But if I’m going to be your roommate, I should at least have a hint of whether you’re going to spend the night somewhere and probably with whom you’re spending the night. What if something had happened to you? I’d probably be a suspect.” I sighed. “Yes, Sloane. Yes. I spent the night at Adrian’s. And I’m safe, okay. You have to stop being overprotective and paranoid all the damn time.” That made her flinch just a little. Her jaw tensed, and she blinked a few times before looking away. “So, you did spend the night there, and you didn’t bother to tell me?” “I knew you’d try to sto

I was exhausted both physically and mentally. Oh, and of course, emotionally as well. Monday snuck up on me, and I didn’t see it coming. Alexander must still be hurt over our last conversation at the lounge on Saturday, cause he hadn’t reached out to me. It stung more than I cared to admit. I stood outside the exam hall, hugging my textbook tightly against my chest even though it was useless now. Sloane stood beside me, as always, looking entirely too chipper for someone who had just survived a war. “You look like you haven’t slept for weeks,” she said, bumping her hips against mine. “What’s with the mopey look on your face? “Thanks for noticing, but your girl is drained.” “Midterms are over,” she beamed. “We should be celebrating. Screaming into the sky or something.” I forced a smile, but I could feel the tremble in my lips. “So...” she tilted her head, watching me closely. “When are you going to start being honest with me? You don’t look okay.” “I’m fine,” I lied, shifting

Two days later... The SUV door clicked shut behind me. The warm midday sun glinted off the polished surface of the private jet waiting on the runway. I adjusted my sunglasses as I stepped onto the tarmac, my designer weekender bag slung over one shoulder. Sloane walked beside me, her hair pinned into a stylish bun and an oversized tote in hand. “Remind me again why we’re doing this?” I muttered under my breath. Sloane grinned, “Because we failed to settle on our own, how to spend our two-week break.” I let out a low breath as we climbed the steps. At the top, Ramona stood by the cabin entrance, effortlessly poised in an ivory linen jumpsuit, her hazel eyes hidden behind tinted Dior shades. “Hello, ladies,” she purred smoothly. “Welcome aboard.” “Hey,” I said, holding my voice steady, lips curling into a diplomatic smile. I stepped inside and blinked at the interior. The cabin was absurdly luxurious. Not in the tacky, overdone way. This was subtle opulence. Neutral cashmere sea

The sun was already high when we gathered at the back of the villa, where a shaded patio opened out to a private garden terrace surrounded by lemon trees and bursts of bougainvillea. A table had been set with pitchers of infused water and a tray of tiny pastries I wasn’t in the mood for. Ramona, in her linen white sundress and oversized sunglasses, looked like she’d just stepped out of a magazine shoot. Sloane and I stood nearby, arms crossed as we eyed the setup for the day’s activity. “Are we painting vases or something?” Sloane muttered under her breath. “Don’t give her ideas,” I whispered back with a tight smile, eyes scanning for Alexander. He was nowhere in sight. Just as I was about to ask Sloane if she’s seen him this morning, Ramona clapped her hands together with too much excitement. “Okay, ladies. Today’s event is a ceramic art workshop. You know, something soothing. A local artist is coming to help us guide through it.” I turned to her, trying to keep my voice even. “I