All Chapters of After Divorce, I Married His Half-Brother: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The clip of our PDA would definitely be all over the internet by morning.Though unsatisfied that the kiss ended so abruptly, it wasn't all that bad.There was always later."That was quite intense, I must say. Thought I was watching a live adult show," the Emcee joked, earning a wave of laughter from the crowd.I pulled Vanessa by the wrist and led her off the stage. Together, we found a seat in the corner, away from the lights, the noise, and the judging eyes.Her cheeks were flushed, ears pink, like she'd just been shoved too close to a furnace.Her fingers wouldn't stop fidgeting. She kept her gaze fixed on the audience, refusing to look at me.Meanwhile, my eyes never left her.Nothing in that room interested me more than this little wild lamb.I kept staring.I wanted to know every inch of her — the exact number of times she blinked per minute, the way her lips parted when she got lost in thought.I wanted to crawl inside her mind and stay there, like a lovesick fool, weaving my

>__Ryker didn't say a word as he pulled me along with him. His grip was firm, taking long steps, and I had to hurry to keep up. The noise from the hall faded behind us—the muffled gasps, whispers, the music turning distant.He walked fast, like he already knew the layout of the hotel. Like this wasn't his first time here.We climbed a flight of stairs in silence. My heartbeat was still wild, but it wasn't from running. It was from what I'd done. I still couldn't believe I'd actually kicked Derek. Right there, in front of everyone.The elevator doors slid open and Ryker stepped in first. I followed, my reflection in the mirrored wall looking back at me—cheeks flushed, lipstick smudged, eyes still burning from a mix of anger and embarrassment.Ryker hit the last button. Rooftop.We didn't talk during the ride up. The air inside the elevator was tight with the smell of his cologne and my own rising nerves.When the doors opened, the night's cold air hit me. I shivere

"Hey, I'll be back," Ryker said, as he tucked my undies inside his pants pocket. "Need to go see my dad. Stay here. I'll make it quick. " I stared up at him, watching him kidnap my innocent G-string while I was left bare underneath my gown. He placed a little peck on my cheek, forehead, and then, a kiss on my lips before leaving. Even the sight of his back made my stomach release so many butterflies. Couldn't believe such a handsome, tall, and brooding man would be on his knees, pleasuring me, exchanging saliva and..Oh God.That was so... embarrassingly new. And tingling all at once. Never experienced such a deep level of intimacy with anyone else before. And it wasn't that bad. I let out a sigh, waiting obediently. But I couldn't deny that the rooftop felt empty without Ryker. The air still smelled like his cologne. Or maybe it was just the remnant of cologne from his suit that had been wrapped around me a few minutes ago.He said he'd be back soon. That I should wait. But th

Crying in the rain had been something I did on impulse, one of those dramatic things you do because it feels right in the moment.But, like most of my impulsive decisions, it turned out to be a terrible idea. The next morning, I woke up with a sore throat, a throbbing headache, and a cold that made me sound like a dying frog.I ended up staying in bed almost the entire day.Not that it was such a bad place to be. The bed was soft, wrapped in white linen, and faced with a scenic view. It was the kind of view you'd expect in a resort.Ryker had really outdone himself with this luxurious suite. A cozy bed, a reading desk tucked by the window, a small tea table on the balcony with two chairs, and a soft rug. Everything felt so... intimate.Almost like a honeymoon suite.Don't get me wrong, it wasn't supposed to be one. But it felt like that.He'd woken me up earlier with a gentle, lingering kiss. Then he came with breakfast: a tray set neatly on my lap, piled with a bowl of warm oatmeal d

>____Ryker didn’t come back with a friendly expression, and I didn’t bother asking him about the files. He looked… off. Tense. Angry, like he wanted to snap someone’s head. Whatever he went out to do today, ruined his mood and it wasn’t something he wanted me to know.He stayed in a separate room all day, barely coming out. Only occasionally, he checked my temperature.“Your temperature is getting better. Any aches?” He had asked, tone not very warm. I shook my head, staring up at him. “No aches.”He didn’t reply, just adjusted the blanket around my shoulders, and left.I spent the next few hours staring at the wall, surfing the internet, trying to catch some sleep, and whatnot. All to pass the time. And it worked because a fair amount of hours rolled by. Then, it was time for the rehearsal dinner. Time to face Derek again—probably get an earful about how I almost made the groom lose his ability to get a woman pregnant. Slowly, I got off the bed, moving toward