All Chapters of After Divorce, I Married His Half-Brother: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

> _ _ "I'm sorry, but is that a code for something? Or you're just bored and trying to get me arrested?" He gave a slow, infuriating grin. "Who knows? But you could call this one a preemptive strike." "On what?" I asked, sliding in but not buckling up. Ryker tapped the steering wheel twice and started the car. "On a rehearsal dinner. And—did I forget to mention whose rehearsal dinner it is?" A slight feeling of unease crept up to my belly as I fastened my seatbelt while asking. "Whose?" He didn't look at me as he drove out of the garage. "Derek's." My hand paused mid-air, and my heart stopped on cue. Derek? He was getting married again? So soon? It was barely three days after we got a divorce. Three days. "You're joking." I breathed, trying to swallow the knot growing in my throat. "Nope. My dad called a few minutes ago to invite me over for a family dinner on Friday night." "And you're going?" I asked carefully. "No." He threw a glance at me. "We are

Catherine didn't speak right away. She looked like she was trying to piece together the world's most tragic disaster—me 'moving on', and with Derek's brother of all people. Quite cinematic. "Well..." She finally said, her voice clipped. "I suppose everyone gets their happy ending eventually." That didn't sound like a blessing. But I forced out a small smile. "Guess so." Ryker didn't say another word—typical— but his hand found the small of my back, protective and annoyingly soothing. "Enjoy the party." Her gaze lingered a bit too long before she turned and disappeared into the crowd. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. My back stiffened, the tension still there. The emcee entered the stage and tapped on the mic. Everyone began to take their seats. Ryker pulled me to the reserved spot close to a pillar, where not much attention was directed to. From that point, I could see everything on the stage. Ryker pulled out his phone, thumbs flying across the screen.

> _ _ “This is what you want, right?” My grip tightened on her hair as I slammed right into her drippy hole. “You want me inside of you. You want me to wreck your little pussy.” Vanessa didn’t respond at first. I leaned over, my chest brushing her back. “Say it.” “Yes..” She whispered, like she was mad about it. “I want this. I do.” I picked up the pace, releasing her hair to massage her back while thrusting in. She slammed her ass against me, meeting me halfway. She was exposed to me, looking wickedly gorgeous. Irrevocably mine. That’s right. She was mine. Not Derek’s. Not anyone else’s. My hands slid between her thighs, circling the upper part of her bud. She met me halfway, her body giving in while her mind tried to fight it. Her hands gripped the marble counter. Our rhythm matched, breaths quickening. In the mirror, I saw her face—flushed, conflicted, and still, impossibly beautiful. “You don’t even see yourself, do you?” I said quietly

I didn't wait. I stormed out of the building, and the music faded behind me. The laughter fell short in my ears as I exited the hall. I couldn't care less about waiting till the end of the event.A supposed family dinner that turned into an extravagant engagement ceremony. As if that wasn't enough, I just had to face Annie too. My heels thudded against the concrete with every step I made. The air outside pierced my skin like a knife. It was so cold but yet, it couldn't put out the flames of anger coursing in my veins.Could the night be any worse than this??I pulled out my phone with trembling hands, my teeth grinding against each other. The anger kept burning, threatening to consume me. I dialed Ryker's contact, my free hand clutching my purse as if it would help keep me from breaking. He answered on the first ring. His voice washing into my ear. "Vanessa." For a moment, I forgot why I had called. The words were at the tip of my tongue but failed to get out of my mouth. It was

My words only seemed to have cut something in him. He backed away, the warm demeanor gone. “You should get some rest, I’ll be back by morning.”I blinked in confusion, my eyes darting to the wall clock. “It’s midnight. Where are you going this time?”“Out.” He said flatly, turning his back to me. Then, I saw them—the red bruises on his knuckles. My frown deepened. “And how did you get those?” “What?” He looked over his shoulder. I walked up to him and grabbed his right hand.“This…” My eyes zeroed in on his bruised fist. He pulled his hand away from my grip. “Did you get into a fight?” “It’s just a few scratches.””You’re drifting from the question. Just admit it, Ryker. You fought with Derek, right?” He turned silent, his eyes grazing on my skin. “So what if I did?” I leaned back, part shocked, part amused. He didn’t really care, did he?“You really fought him?”“Fight him?” He scoffed, eyes narrowing. “That wasn’t a fight. That was me being generous. Your golden boy couldn’t eve