All Chapters of Tempted By My Sister's Boyfriend: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

We arrived at the airport a few minutes too early. The airport buzzed around us, but it couldn’t distract me from the storm still brewing in my chest. I clutched my passport tightly as we followed the attendant toward the first-class boarding lane. Sloane walked ahead, her strides long and unbothered, but the way she gripped her phone told a different story. She lifted it to her ear. “Hello?” The voice on the other end was loud enough for me to catch the shrill start of Ramona’s fury. I didn’t even need to hear the words to know who it was. Sloane rolled her eyes. “Yes, we left.” There was a pause, then Ramona’s voice rose again. Sloane sighed. “Because, Ramona, we were done with the circus.” I stood beside her as the boarding assistant scanned our tickets. I caught the way Sloane’s lips curled from frustration. “We’re already at the gate,” Sloane said coolly. “So there’s no point in throwing a tantrum now.” Another voice spoke from the other end. It was something about disre

His eyes didn’t leave mine. He didn’t even speak, he just... looked. It was hard to breathe the way he kept staring at me, as if he was trying to pull the truth straight out of my bones. But I held my gaze steady, feigning confusion behind a mask that was starting to crack. “Tell you what?” I repeated, forcing a small, nervous laugh. “You’re being cryptic, Vaughn.” His jaw flexed, but he didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he just stared at me for a long, aching beat, his expression remaining unreadable. My heart thudded loud enough that I was sure he could hear it. “I’m not trying to accuse you of anything, Kim,” he said finally. “But I know there’s something you’re not saying. Something... that’s been weighing on you since Italy.” I looked down at my hands in my lap, fingers knotting themselves. “We’ve both had things weighing on us.” “But you’re still hiding,” he replied quietly. I swallowed hard. My voice was barely audible. “And if I am?” Alexander leaned back slightly, ex

Alexander exhaled softly. “Wanna grab a drink or something?” he asked. I shook my head. “No, thanks. I think I’m okay.” He bit his lower lip and nodded. “Do you remember the evening you forgot something in my car? A pouch with a chain bracelet in it.” “Oh! Yeah. I remember.” “Yeah,” he said, forcing a smile. “After I dropped you off at your dorm, I saw the pouch. I turned back to give it to you, but I saw you talking to him—I mean Adrian. I didn’t move any further. I just waited. Then I saw you get into his car.” I swallowed hard. I already knew where this was going, and I, for sure, didn’t want to hear it aloud from Alexander’s lips. “I guess you know what happens next,” he scoffed. “I had to turn and leave after you came out of his car. Your face looked flushed. I just knew something had happened in there.” My heart slammed against my chest as I prayed that the ground would open and swallow me whole. “I became suspicious. Then came the double date with your sister. He was un

There was something about the sound of bustling students and the smell of fresh books that made everything feel new again. Maybe it was the sunshine that streamed through the tree-lined walkways, or the way the campus hummed with energy. But mostly, it was him—the thought of seeing him again on campus. “Can you believe we’re actually happy to be back at school?” Sloane grinned beside me, flipping her curls as we walked out of the parking lot. “I know,” I said, chuckling. “It feels... different.” What I didn’t say out loud was that I hadn’t smiled this much in days. And it wasn’t just because classes had resumed, it was because of the call I got this morning. Alexander had called this morning, telling me that Ramona was gone. She had canceled her transfer and left L.A., finally. Just like that, no drama. My heart had exhaled. As Sloane and I neared the academic buildings, the crowds of students thinned, scattering into lecture halls and classrooms. And that’s when I saw him. Acro

Alexander started the car as we drove out of the compound and onto the road. His hand gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed ahead, occasionally darting to glance at me. I sat curled slightly toward the window, my cheek resting on my palm as I watched the morning light stretch thin across the windshield. All I could think about was last night. Not because something happened, but because it almost did. And that somehow made it even more unforgettable. It all started when we turned off the lights after we had gotten ready for bed. We had climbed into bed, and it instantly became weird. Not the bed part, but the quiet that followed. We both lay still, wrapped in the blankets, our bodies barely touching. His arm was draped loosely behind me, not quite around me, like he was giving me the option. I took it. I slid closer, resting my head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. He didn’t say anything, but his hand curled gently around my waist, pulling me in. And tha