Todos os capítulos de Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets : Capítulo 391 - Capítulo 400

~FIORELLA~The next morning arrives far too quickly.I barely remember falling asleep. One moment, I was lying against Lucas's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The next, sunlight was slipping through the curtains and I was waking up with my cheek pressed against his chest and his arm still wrapped comfortably around my waist.For several seconds, I don't move. I simply lie there.His warmth surrounds me, and the faint scent of his cologne clings to the pillow.Then reality hits me.We're supposed to be at the university soon. And I'm in Lucas's bed.I slowly lift my head to see that Lucas is still asleep.His face looks different when he's sleeping....softer, younger, and less guarded.I smile without meaning to.Then I remember myself.Oh God….I was the one that asked to sleep in his bed last night.He's really going to tease me about it this morning.I need to flee from his bed before he wakes up.I carefully remove his arm from around m

~LUCAS~I have never understood women.Maybe that's a terrible thing to admit, especially considering I'm sitting at a dinner table with two of them, but it's the truth.Clara hasn't spoken to her once….not once.She didn't even say hello properly when we arrived.She walked straight toward me, then she spent most of dinner talking to me.And Fiorella?She hasn't complained. She hasn't said anything.But I know her well enough now to understand what that silence means.She's annoyed…..very annoyed.And strangely enough, I find myself wondering why women don't simply talk to each other.Men are simple.If two men were in this situation, we'd probably shake hands, exchange names and move on.If a man doesn't like another man, he'll usually make it obvious. Women? Women can sit three feet apart and communicate an entire war through nothing but their eyes.And tonight, I'm beginning to think Fiorella and Clara have silently declared one.I glance at Fiorella.She's

~FIORELLA~“What was that with Clara all about?”The words leave my mouth before I can stop them.For a second, Lucas just stares at me, and his expression is too blank.Then he slowly takes off his jacket and tosses it over the back of the nearest chair.“What was what?” he asks casually.I blink.I actually blink at him.“What?” I ask.He looks at me with an innocent expression that would almost be convincing if I didn't know him so well.“With Clara,” I say.He loosens his tie. “What about Clara?”“You know exactly what I'm talking about, Lucas.” My jaw tightens.“I'm afraid I don't, Fiorella.” He gives me a confused look.I stare at him, and he stares back.Something hot begins crawling up my neck.“Lucas,” I call tentatively.“Yes?” he answers in a nonchalant tone. “Don't,” I say, suddenly irritated with his tone.His eyebrows lift. “Don't what?”I let out a sharp breath. “Stop pretending you don't understand me.”“I genuinely don't,” he replies. “Bullshit.

~LUCAS~For several seconds, I genuinely forget how to breathe.‘Bisexual.’The word keeps repeating inside my head, almost refusing to settle into something I can understand.I stare at Fiorella, and she doesn't look away this time.There is no teasing smile on her lips. No arrogance. No challenge in her eyes.Just vulnerability.And somehow, seeing her like this affects me more than the confession itself.“You're bisexual,” I repeat quietly, and she nods positively.I let out a breath and drag a hand over my face.I don't even know what I was expecting her to say.Maybe I was expecting her to laugh and tell me I had misunderstood everything.Maybe I was expecting her to say Juliette was just a friend.Maybe I was expecting her to deny everything because, honestly, some part of me desperately wanted her to.Instead, she has looked me directly in the eyes and admitted it.I swallow.“So…” I pause, struggling to find the right words. “Why?”Her eyebrows draw t

~FIORELLA~“Go ahead. Answer your call,” I tell Lucas.“Fiorella….” he calls as his eyebrows lift.“No, seriously.” I wave my hand dismissively. “Go ahead.”The phone continues ringing between us.“I'm sure she won't appreciate being ignored,” I tell him.He looks down at the screen again the same time I fold my arms across my chest.“Actually, you two would look really good together,” I say, and his eyes snap back to mine.I smile, but it’s probably the fakest smile I've ever worn.“Clara and Lucas.” I nod thoughtfully. “It has a nice ring to it.”“Fiorella,” he says in a warning tone.“You should answer her,” I say again, completely ignoring the tone in his voice.He stares at me, but I turn away before he can see exactly how much this bothers me.Because I hate this.I hate the sudden twisting sensation in my stomach.I hate the jealousy crawling beneath my skin.And most of all, I hate that I have absolutely no right to feel this way.I just confessed that I loved him.And now I'm