All Chapters of His Favorite Sin: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Brinda's P.O.V “I can't believe that I've been living with a monster,” while my teeth are gritting together. Thoughts collided in my head like crashing waves, each one louder than the last while I paced the room desperate for answers. The room smelled of expensive whiskey and danger. Everything was polished, perfect, sterile — like him. “Brinda, Brinda How did you end up in this situation which only gets worse— Urghhh.”I kept staring at my restless figure reflecting on the golden framed mirror while the rain kept tapping at the window pane which only kept me feeling unsettled. “I have to confront him whether he likes it or not because he would not put the life of me and my baby in any danger,” I kept resounding while heading to his room. My heartbeat stuttered. Every step toward his room felt like walking into a storm but I was not ready to back down from any drama. I rushed into his room with no sense of courtesy demanding an answer knowing it won't be an easy one only to beho

Jason P.O.V I can't get her scent out of my memories but I knew it was for the best. I wanted her, but that side of me? It's locked— buried where no one touches.I fastened my jet black tie while glaring at how perfect my biceps look on this suit which is topnotch. “Mmm… what's that amazing aroma?" I know Mrs Abigail is the best but I must definitely have a bite of what she's making right now. I glared at the time on my wristwatch while I was running late but I can't just get the thought of missing this breakfast off my mind. I hurried to the kitchen to await my answered prayers only to be lost “What are you doing in the kitchen? — Where is Miss Abigail?”Her blouse hugged every curve like it was stitched by sin itself and every time she moved, my pulse skipped— control slipping, inch by inch. “Get yourself together Jason.” She quickly went to get some groceries, She replied, swinging her hips to my direction which sent a pulse straight to me. Her glance lingered too long, her

Brinda's P.O.V I tiptoed into the living room, wondering who was making the noise, then halted. “That voice sounded familiar— but it couldn't be. It just can't be.” while wondering what could happen next. My breath caught. My knees almost gave way. The past wasn't supposed to have a face— but there he was.Our gaze collided, and I knew from that moment that my life was placed on a test parole. I got so lost in how good he looked after all these years that I lost track of Jason being in our midst. “You look so good and I would have sworn that the heavens are missing an angel right now,” He said cheesily and heat crawled up my neck; my fingers trembled with the urge to touch him again.“Why are you always this way Nathan— when I thought you changed only to get worse,” I replied back. And when I mean worse I mean “Gosh he's so fine as hell fine.”“Uhmm… you two know each other?” Jason asked. But before I could reply, Nathan already gave an answer. “She's one of my coolest old time