Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tempted By My Sister's Boyfriend: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 56

The doors opened and I turned, setting down my glass as the two guests Ramona had invited strolled in. Their expression amused as if this was just another casual afternoon in paradise. “Perfect timing!” Ramona beamed, rising from her seat. “Everyone, meet Gianni and Luca.” Gianni was tall with curly dark hair, a sharp jawline and that kind of effortless charm boys in romance movies had. Luca, a bit shorter but with broad shoulders and striking gray eyes. He gave a polite smile, his hands tucked casually in his pockets. Neither of them looked a day over twenty. “Gianni had been one of my oldest friends from when I used to come to Italy with my family,” Ramona explained, touching Gianni lightly on the arm. “Luca is his best-friend, I suppose.” Gianni stepped forward and gave a small bow that made Sloane giggle. “We’re very pleased to be here.” “And honored to be your partners today,” Luca added with a grin, his accent was so smooth. Sloane leaned toward me, whispering out of the s

I woke up feeling warm and fuzzy inside. Stirred slowly as the sheets tangled around my legs. I reached out with a sleepy smile, expecting to feel Alexander beside me. But my hands met empty sheets. I could still smell traces of his perfume in the room as it filled the air with a hint of citrus and sandalwood. I sat up, brushing the loose strands of hair from my face as I glanced at the door, praying he would walk in. A soft frown creased my brow as I slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom, catching my reflection in the mirror instantly. My cheeks were pink, lips were still slightly swollen. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and tied my hair into a lazy knot. When I stepped out of the bathroom in a silk robe, that’s when my nose caught it. The smell of warm pastries and honey. I froze in place. Alexander was back. He stood by the bed with a wooden tray balanced in his hands. He wore a soft white linen shirt that was unbuttoned just enough to expose a sliver of chest, an

The phone buzzed again, and this time I didn’t hesitate. I know I shouldn’t have answered, but I did. “Finally,” Adrian said, his voice low and laced with a dangerous familiarity. “I was about to send a search party.” My heart thudded. His voice has always made me weak in the knees, and it still does. “I’ve been distracted,” I said softly. There was a pause, and then. “Mmm. If it’s not me doing the distracting, I’m offended,” he murmured. “Where are you, princess?” I hesitated, glancing out the window as I thought to myself. Should I lie? I could lie, but... “I’m in Capri,” I said quietly. “Capri?” he repeated, like he didn’t believe it. “Italy? What the hell are you doing in Capri?” “Sloane and I thought it would be a great idea to come here for our 2 weeks break.” He gave a soft laugh. “So, you just snuck off to Italy and didn’t think of telling me?” he asked, teasing. “Damn, princess. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were hiding from me.” “I’m not hiding,” I said,