Semua Bab STEPBROTHERS WITH BENEFITS : Bab 101 - Bab 110

NOAHI parked my car in the garage and stepped out. I had nothing planned for today, so I figured I might as well visit Mom and check on her.The moment I stepped into the living room, a maid approached me.“Good morning, Sir Noah,” she greeted politely.“Morning,” I replied. “Do you know where Mom is?”“She’s in the kitchen, sir.”I nodded and made my way there. I was standing by the doorway when I caught sight of her and her husband, laughing and teasing each other as they cooked. Their backs were turned to me, completely unaware of my presence.I cleared my throat to get their attention. When they turned around, I immediately plastered a smile on my face.“Hey, Mom,” I greeted as I walked closer.I didn’t miss the surprise and excitement that lit up her eyes the moment she saw me.“Hey, son. You didn’t tell me you were coming,” she said warmly.She set the ladle aside and wiped her hands on the apron she was wearing. I leaned closer and hugged her. When I pulled away, my gaze brief

KAYDENI stared at the empty food container Noah had brought. I had no plans to eat it when I found out it was from my useless father; if only he hadn’t stopped me from throwing it in the trash.I was so damn furious. I wanted to smash everything I could see and touch. But I chose to calm myself by looking at Noah’s gentle and lovely face. I didn’t want to scare him.Everything came rushing back to me, vivid and merciless, as if it had all happened just yesterday.If he thought he could make up for all his shortcomings, it was already too late. He would never be able to undo all the pain he put me and my mother through.I would never forgive him. Even if he died, I knew I would not shed a single tear at his funeral. He doesn’t deserve any of my emotions aside from rage.I did not even remember how I managed to get back to my condo. My body moved on its own, but my mind was still trapped in the past, replaying every ugly memory on

My eyes fluttered open. I was breathing hard, my chest rising and falling too fast, sweat clinging to my forehead. I had dozed off in the bathtub.After more than a decade of forcing myself to run from that traumatizing past, it found its way to crawl back into my head.I stood up, grabbed a towel, and dried myself off. I changed into my pajamas and prepared for bed, but sleep refused to come. No matter how tightly I shut my eyes, my mind would not rest.Hours passed as I lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling. Eventually, I gave up. I got out of bed and went to the kitchen, drinking a glass of cold water, hoping it would calm the restlessness gnawing at my mind.***My hands trembled as I lowered my mom down. Her face was drained of color, her lips tinged with purple, her body unnaturally still and cold.A scream tore out of my throat, tears spilling down my cheeks. I wrapped my arms around her lifeless body, clutching her as if I could still keep her here. My emotions crashed int

Days went by, and my supposed anger toward him was joined by secret, heated fantasies. I couldn’t tell if he was purposely trying to seduce me or if it was simply the way he was. I felt disgusted with myself for pleasuring myself while thinking of him. I was breathing heavily after I had my release. I ran a hand over my face before I pulled my own hair. I closed my eyes and thought about what I had just done. “Fuck it,” I cursed under my breath, filled with frustration. I had a strong urge to taste him. Even just a lick would calm my sanity. So, when I had the chance, I didn’t waste it. It was late at night when a rustling sound woke me up. The lights were off, making the room pitch black. I sat up in bed and switched on the bedside lamp. I was shocked to find Noah inside my room. My words got stuck in my throat when I saw what he was doing. He was stripping, with his shirt already on the floor. Slowly, he unbuckled his belt. His hands were trembling, struggling to take it off, an

“You have three minutes to say everything you wanna say,” I told him.His eyes widened. “Three minutes? You’ve got to be kidding me.”“I’m serious.”“No, you’re not.” He shook his head, as if the idea itself offended him. “Ten minutes.”Damn it. He was seriously negotiating now.“Five minutes,” I countered.“Nine.”My brows drew together, irritation flaring again.“Seven minutes,” I said with finality. “If you don’t want that, then go find someone else to talk to.”He let out a long, exaggerated sigh, looking like he was already done with me. “Fine,” he gave up. “I just want to say I’m sorry.”“I don’t need that. Keep it to yourself.”My hand curled into a fist on the table as my gaze hardened. If looks could kill, he would have been lying face down right there.“There was nothing between me and Kade a year ago.”Kade, huh? So he even had a nickname for him?“And?” I asked coldly.“I’m sorry for what I did,” he continued. “I know I was a jerk. I know I messed up, and I can’t undo the