All Chapters of 5 Alpha Stepbrothers On My Bed: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Lilith's POVAn inexplicable chill shot up my spine. I set down my fork and walked straight to the bedroom.With every step I took into the room towards my phone, I could feel that gaze clinging to me, searing through my sleep shirt.My fingertips had barely touched the cool phone case when—An irresistible force yanked me backward from behind.An arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back.I gasped, tumbling backward to land squarely in a waiting embrace, instantly locked in the unyielding circle of Jarek's arms.I couldn't move."In such a hurry?" His lips brushed the shell of my ear, his breath scalding, his tone laced with a barely detectable tension. "Who are you trying to contact first thing in the morning?""Just... checking for any important messages," I tried to sound casual, but my fingers felt stiff.He fell silent, just resting his chin on my shoulder, watching me operate the pho

Lilith's POVMy eyelashes fluttered violently. Tears born of sheer sensation blurred my vision.Speaking around a foreign object was difficult, making my voice sound thick and slurred, yet it carried a strange, resigned obedience."...I get it... stop talking... I'll buy the clothes."As I spoke, my lips inevitably parted and closed around his thumb, rubbing against the rough pad, sparking tiny, shiver-inducing friction.His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes darkening.Finally, he slowly withdrew his finger.A faint silver strand, caught in the morning light, stretched and broke.He wiped it away with his thumb, the motion slow and deliberate, undeniably erotic.I clutched the fabric of his pajama shirt, my knuckles white, mustering the last shred of courage to look up at him.My voice was small but abnormally clear:"But... you can't use my phone to send photos anymore." My eyes were still rimmed with red, but my gaze was stubborn, refusing to yield."You have to promise me that."Jarek

Lilith's POVHe obliged, leaning down slightly to let me hold the shirt up more easily.His gaze lingered on my face for a moment.Those eyes, always hinting at undercurrents, crinkled slightly at the corners as his smile deepened."Okay," he agreed readily, his voice dropping a bit, breathy. "I'll try this one first. Honey's taste... definitely can't be wrong."His compliance didn't put me at ease. Instead, it felt like a feather lightly brushing the most sensitive spot in my heart.I hurriedly averted my eyes, my fingers unconsciously tightening around the smooth fabric.The young sales associate had sharp ears. Every one of those deliberately lowered yet intimate honey from Jarek had reached her.Combined with the charged, almost tangible tension in the air between us, her eyes instantly lit up.A knowing, I-get-it smile played on her lips, and her service enthusiasm skyrocketed."Right this way, ma'am. This shirt is from our designer line, the cut is very distinctive!""Excellent

Lilith's POVThat evening, wearing the meticulously tailored navy cocktail dress he had chosen and entering the venue on his arm, a strange thing happened.The butterflies churning in my stomach instantly stilled when they met the assessing glances from several different directions.The lights were dazzling, crystal glasses clinked softly, and a tapestry of languages filled the air.When Jarek, with his effortless ease, exchanged pleasantries with the counterparts and then launched into a series of complex technical specifications and partnership conditions, I took a subtle half-step forward, leaning in slightly to listen.Then, in clear, professional French, even carrying a necessary cool detachment for the negotiating table, I relayed his intent in full.I even caught a flicker of surprise in the eyes of their lead representative—likely not expecting someone so young yet so precise beside the famously formidable business prodigy.During the intermission, I slipped away to fetch him

Lilith's POVRight on time, the house lights dimmed, plunging the entire hall into a profound silence.The first contestant walked onto the stage, bowed, and took their seat.When the first note trembled and burst forth from the strings, everything around me instantly blurred and faded.It felt as if I were being pulled by invisible threads, plummeting into that deep sea constructed of sound.And Jarek sat quietly beside me. Unlike his usual invasive touches, he was exceptionally well-behaved this time, not even reaching for my hand.Yet, I could feel it with perfect clarity—his gaze was resting heavily on me.Not on the stage. On me.A few centimeters of space separated us, each of us immersed—me in Chopin's Nocturne, him in the act of watching me.Two distinct scenes, yet strangely synchronized.An unprecedented sense of peace and fulfillment quietly washed over my heart.I suddenly thought, if every future concert could be like this—me watching the piano, and him watching me—it see