All Chapters of One Night's Mistake: Claimed by my Boyfriend's Brother.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I’m standing outside the glass building of the PR company, with my phone clutched tight in my hand, the last of my courage dangerously close to crumbling because I don’t know where the hell I summoned it from in the first place.I texted him.I texted Christian five minutes ago. Just a simple message, “Can we talk? Please.”I don’t know why I added the please, because that makes it seem like I’ve done something wrong here, but…. I haven’t. Have I?I know Christian saw the message though. A few moments after I sent it, a small read tick appeared beneath the message and my stomach clenched, like I had just eaten something bad and it wanted to punish me.Maybe Christian’s not going to reply.Maybe texting him was a mistake and I should have just gone home instead.My head turns to the sound of glass doors gliding open and as my eyes travel up from shiny classic brown leather shoes, they go over a body I know is his and stop at his eyes, eyes that are colder than I have ever seen them.Ch

Christian’s POVLyra is sitting in front of me again, and this time, I don’t know what to say to her.I don’t know if I’m meant to tell her to stop pulling the store shirt on her body, the reaction as sure a sign of nervousness as anything has ever been on Lyra Benett’s face, but if I tell her to stop doing that, then the shirt will stop laying on her breasts in this enticing way.I want to continue stealing glances at them, the way they seem to call out to me even though the woman herself doesn't seem to want to. It makes me smile in mischief, knowing at least some part of Lyra seems to find me interesting now.The other thing I can tell her is that I hate the sight of her in a shirt meant for store employees.I don’t have anything against people who work in stores, but I have something about my Lyra working in a place like that, where everyone can see her and stare at the tight fit of this shirt on her.But as I’ve come to realise lately, there might not be anything between us. There

When I hear the words from Christian's lips, I let myself bask in the sound of what feels like praise.His words fill me with more pleasure than I have felt all through this past month, but maybe being rejected so many times has made my brain sharper lately, because a minute later I frown and ask, "Well done?"A part of me just wants to be praised by Christian. A part of me desperately wants to be praised by him especially with all I've had to go through recently, but there's also something that tells me I should be worried if he starts praising me unnecessarily.Did he listen to anything I said at all? Or did he ask me to have tea just so he could play games with me?Christian's smirk is borderline infuriating as he asks, "What? You want me to be surprised you discussed all of that with Estel?"I shake my head because obviously, no. He's the one that asked and I simply told him what he wanted since it was his first wish, yet something about his comment doesn't make me feel settled an

The sun is low in the sky as we both sit on the bench in front of the grocery store.He's paid for his groceries and agreed to hear what I have to say, thankfully, but now that we're here, I'm a bit confused.Why would he look at me like that, like I was the one who did something wrong? Isn't it his company that rejected me?I mean, I know he doesn't own the company, but he works there all the same, and he knows what happened that day.If anything, he should be the uncomfortable one here.When I take a glance over at him, I see his face set into a stormy grimace, one that shows the last thing he is right now is uncomfortable. He's definitely angry though, and that alone makes me very curious."Do you remember me?"The words leave my lips before I can stop them, and I immediately feel like hitting myself on the head. Of course he can remember me. Nobody that can’t remember you just looks at you and menacingly goes, "You."His answer confirms as much. "Of course I remember you. I couldn

My apartment is silent when I step in, and that’s the best thing that could have happened, because I am not in the mood to hear anything.There’s been such a silence in my mind since this afternoon that I don’t want anything to interrupt that silence, I don’t want to hear a single sound.My keys jangle as I throw them onto the couch and I flinch, then I begin to feel stupid all over again, the same way I felt stupid after Douglas left.That’s his name. Douglas.And it’s thanks to him that I now have the information I do.Tears well up and threaten to pour down my eyes again but I blink them back.I want to cry so bad, but then what would I be crying about?Should I cry about the fact that my name has been blacklisted across all companies in this city? Or do I cry because the person that did it is none other than Christian Storm.It… It doesn’t make any sense that Christian would do something like this… but at the same time he has. He has and I don’t know what to make of it all.Why…W