All Chapters of Tempted By My Sister's Boyfriend: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I opened my eyes to the new day. The sheets were still warm beside me, but Adrian was gone. I remained on the bed, staring at the ceiling for a moment. My heart was torn between the feeling of relief and disappointment. A part of me had hoped he’d be here, still half-asleep, maybe pulling me back into his arms the second I stirred. But the bed was empty. I sat up slowly, my skin still flushed from the events of yesterday. My eyes flicked to the couch. My sundress had been folded perfectly and placed neatly beside my bag and phone. I slipped out of the bed, padding toward the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, trying to wake myself up from whatever haze I’d let myself fall into last night. My reflection looked flushed, my lips a little swollen, my eyes heavy from too little sleep and too much temptation. I shouldn’t have stayed. But I had, and now, I needed to get back to the villa before someone started asking questions or before Alexander woke up and noticed I wasn’t the

Her door opened an inch, then wider. Ramona stood there in silk pajamas, her black hair loose around her shoulders. She looked pale, her hazel eyes a little glassy, and her lips parted like she had just woken up. “Oh...” Her voice came out weak. “It’s you.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Alexander said I should check on you.” She gave me a small smile. “Really? That’s sweet of him.” I tried to smile back, but my lips barely moved. “Can I come in?” I asked, my voice gentle. She stepped aside, her bare feet silent against the floor. “Sure, come in.” I walked into her room. Her curtains were half-drawn, letting in thin stripes of light from the sea beyond. She perched herself on the edge of the bed, wrapping a cashmere blanket around her shoulders with a soft sigh. I stayed near the door, not wanting to get too comfortable. “You look better,” I said carefully. Ramona coughed. “Oh, I’m not. I’m really not.” My brows drew together. “Did the doctor say anything?” She sighe

The salty breeze whipped strands of my hair into my face as I stood by the edge of the beach, toes sinking into the cool sand. For a second, everything felt normal until Alexander’s laugh pulled me back into reality. “Come on, Kim!” he called, grinning, his eyes squinting against the sunlight. He held a beach ball under his arm, his shirt discarded, his toned chest catching the sun in the most distracting way. “You’re not gonna just stand there looking pretty, are you?” I tried to smile, even though my heart was still heavy from breakfast. “Maybe. Is that such a bad thing?” He splashed water towards me, his feet kicking up the clear water as he approached. Before I could react, he gently poked my side with the beach ball. “You’re not getting out of this that easily,” he teased, his lips curved into a crooked smile. I let out a shaky laugh, stepping back, but he caught my wrists before I could move too far. His fingers were warm, and his grip was gentle but firm. “Hey,” he whisper

This day felt like five years, and it wasn’t over yet. Sloane had asked me to join the rest for dinner at the table. I didn’t want to go at first, but she pleaded, and I came out of the room. And so, I did. Alexander was already seated at the table. He sat at the far end, facing me as I approached, his hand lazily swirling a glass of water, his eyes finding mine the moment I entered. I dropped my stare to the floor as I slid into the chair across from him, right next to Sloane. Ramona took her seat beside Alexander. “Ah, finally,” she purred, glancing at me. “We’re all here.” I reached for my glass of water, fingers trembling slightly. Alexander tried to catch my eyes again, but I avoided him. His brows furrowed, but he stayed quiet. Ramona, of course, didn’t. “Well,” she began, “I suppose we should toast. To better days, right?” Sloane offered a polite smile. “Sure.” I forced a smile as Ramona lifted her glass. Her gaze sliced through me like glass. I clenched my jaw, my pulse

“I’m not gonna lie to you,” I whispered. “I’m at Adrian’s place.” I heard the rustling of sheets on the other end, like she’d just sat up in bed. Then, finally, her voice came back. “Of course you are,” she snapped. “Because why the hell wouldn’t you be, right? After everything?” I closed my eyes, guilt crashing into me all over again. “Sloane, I—” “I don’t want to hear it.” Her words sliced through me like glass. My stomach twisted. “Sloane, please—” “No,” she cut me off. “I don’t want to hear it, Kim. I really don’t.” I squeezed my eyes shut, the pancake lay cold in front of me, as I lost my appetite. “I’ve covered for you,” she continued, her tone sharper now. “I’ve lied for you. I’ve kept your secrets, and you still went back to him?” I picked the edge of my napkin, staring at the way my nails shook. “It’s not that simple.” “No? Feels pretty simple from where I’m standing.” “Sloane...” “I’m done.” The words hit like a slap. “I’m booking my flight back to L.A.,” she