All Chapters of One Night's Mistake: Claimed by my Boyfriend's Brother.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

There’s barely enough chance for me to turn my attention fully away from Christian before Mrs. Alden is before me.She’s dressed like one of those women I saw this morning.Tight pencil skirt, silk shirt, hair stylishly wavy and pearl earrings glistening on her ears just to show how stylish she is, because of course the supervisor of a PR company has to look like she works at a fashion magazine company instead.Thankfully, she isn’t decked out in full Prada and Gucci today, but maybe that’s what has put her in such a foul mood.Me on the other hand, I look like I work nowhere, because the first time I wore a decent shirt and skirt in here, she told me not to appear in such “attires” again. According to her it would confuse the customers and make them think I was like one of the regular staff.Sometimes I wonder if someone assigned her to me as my supervisor just so they could get a laugh at how mean she would be to me, but up until now I haven’t seriously considered that.Now I can’t s

When I saw the look of worry on Estel’s face, my mind assumed the worst.I haven’t asked why I’m in a hospital bed, but in that moment I assumed a number of things.Maybe I was having a cardiac arrest. That’s the one where your heart stops beating effectively. Or arrhythmia, where my heart would have been beating irregularly enough to make me faint like that. It could have also been a stroke, or a brain tumor, or a case of severe anemia.The look of worry in Estel’s eyes made me think about a million and one things, but none of them included this.Fear plunges through my heart like a harpoon, and as if the sharp spearhead has been lodged in, it begins to tug, each pull stronger than the one before it, and each pull making me feel my heart begin to shake again, because she can’t be… she can’t be serious about that.“Breathe, Lyra.Just… breathe.”Estel’s hand is on mine, and I can’t even feel it! There’s worry and panic in her eyes so I take a deep breath like she has asked me to, and

I haven’t responded to Christian’s text messages ever since that day where I found out he was the one who had me blacklisted in companies all over the city.Picking up my phone now makes me tremble with a bit of nervousness, but I have a plan in my head and I have to carry it out.I can’t get rid of this baby… and it’s not because I want to use it as a way to trap Christian. I just… can’t get rid of it.But before I make that decision, I have to be sure of something first.My hand hovers over the screen of my phone as I try to find the strength to summon up the courage to type out four words.“We need to meet.”Those are the words. Three words and yet my mind is thinking about something else entirely. Christian’s the one who took me to the hospital. He’s also the one who made sure my job at the grocery store is much more bearable, because I’m sure Wood wouldn’t have let me take a day off without telling me not to come back.Joanne only had to hear I fainted for her to tell me to take t

Christian is staring at me and that anger is still in his eyes.The cold anger, expressed in cold eyes and a dead stare.Christian’s face isn’t giving me any clues as to if he’s feeling anything other than anger. The anger isn’t even on his face, it’s in his eyes, and it being in his eyes feels more damning than anything else.But wait a minute… why is he the one angry here? Why is he the one making me feel like I’m on trial here?“I…” The words die in my throat before they come out, but I clench my fists and force them out all the same, “You shouldn’t be the one angry here.I’ve had to live with thinking it was you and it’s… it’s broken me.”Maybe being vulnerable like this with Christian is a bad idea, but for the first time it feels like I actually have an avenue to vent my anger, and letting some of the bottled feelings in my heart out feels good.It feels good so I don’t want to stop.“Ever since I found out, it’s like I’ve been living under a dark cloud. The thought that you woul

Christian’s body is warm… and definitely too big for my little bed, but that’s where we are right now, and seeing the way his legs hang over the end makes a silly smile spread on my face.I rest my head on his chest and try not to make myself show how much I enjoy the sensation of his hand in my hair.His words still ring around in my head. Rolled around there when he lifted me from the couch, put me on the small dining table in my kitchen, and did things to me with his tongue that made me forget how to even think.Those thoughts rolled around in my mind when he asked me if we should take this to the bed, and I responded by pulling him to it.Christian’s words wrapped me in a warm caress as we both hit our climax, and I felt him shoot so deep inside me I wondered if I wasn’t suffering illusions from sugar shortage… I did just come out of the hospital.Lying here on his chest now, his fingers toying with twists of my hair and his warmth seeping into my skin, I know it isn’t.Christian i