All Chapters of STEPBROTHERS WITH BENEFITS : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“Don’t you have anything to do for the day?” I asked, glancing at him.We’ve been spending time together inside the house for over a week already. I couldn’t help but worry that he might be growing bored with me.“Hmm, nothing. Why? Do you have anything in mind?”“I wanna try new skills,” I said.He shifted in his seat. “What skill?”“Baking. I want to bake some cakes.”Lie. I just really want to cherish the moment we have together and create more core memories while we are still on good terms. I have no idea how long this can go on.He raised his brow, confused. “Cake? Is there any celebration for today?”I chuckled. “No, silly. I’m just craving it.”“Oh, I thought I missed something.” He heaved a sigh. “So, do you have any ingredients in your cabinets?”I stood up. “Let’s check then.”I made my way to the kitchen and checked the cabinets. Once I confirmed everything was in place, I looked over at him. Good thing I had bought these items during my recent grocery run.“All goods.”He

“So, what do you think of my skills? Think I’ve got potential?” I asked, a proud smirk tugging at my lips.We were still in the kitchen, picking at the cake we’d just baked together.His eyes narrowed, pretending to think about it. I threw a napkin at him the moment I realized he was just teasing me. He laughed under his breath.“Why are you so grumpy, huh?” he said, amused.“Why? Aren’t you the same?” I shot back.He shook his head before taking a bite of the cake. He waited until he swallowed before finally speaking.“Nah-uh. I may be peevish, but I’m nowhere near as bad as you,” he ribbed.My face twisted into a scowl. “You’re worse than me!”“No, you are.”I knew he was just trying to annoy me, and I couldn’t help getting carried away. We went on bickering in the kitchen, trading playful jabs until I finally calmed down—though he was still laughing. My brows were knitted together as I kept glaring at him.“Do you hate my dad, Noah?”“That’s such an out-of-the-blue question,” I chu

The first week passed without any problems. I always spent my days in the studio, and by evening, I was back in my suite. Either Kayden or I would call, and we’d talk until we eventually fell asleep. During my free time, I use it to go out and unwind. Just like today—I’m heading to one of the well-known tourist spots. I went to the Louvre Museum and took my time wandering around for a while, appreciating the artworks and the place. Everything was so mesmerizing. I took a lot of photos, trying to capture every corner that caught my eye. I used to only dream of visiting the world’s largest and most-visited art museum, but now I’m here, walking through it for real. It felt different seeing the artworks in person. I’ll send this to Kayden later to update him. He hadn’t replied to my messages since last night, and it was making me a little anxious. I kept telling myself he was probably just too tired from work to even pick up his phone. After that, I headed to a restaurant and

I’m supposed to stay in France for two weeks to finish my promotional activities, as well as attend events and public appearances. After that, I planned another two weeks just to travel and enjoy the place. But right now, barely ten days in, and all I can think about is going home. It’s been three days since he hasn’t replied to my messages. I stopped sending him messages on the second day. My ego and pride cannot. I don’t want to look so desperate. Today is Dave’s sister’s birthday. I’m free the whole day since we were done with all the required shoots, so I decided to go with him. He picked me up from the hotel I was staying in. The car pulled up in front of a two-story house. We haven’t stepped inside yet, but we could already hear kids roaring with laughter. I glanced at him, and he must’ve noticed it too because he looked back at me. “You sure it’s okay that I’m here? This is supposed to be a family celebration.” He chuckled. “My siblings also brought their friends who ar

I woke up with a throbbing head. I sat up and rubbed my temples, but it didn’t help.I squeezed my eyes shut as the nerves in my head kept twitching. Fuck. This is why I hate hangovers so much.How much did I drink last night?I collapsed back onto the soft mattress. My eyes snapped open, and an unfamiliar ceiling greeted me. That’s the moment I realized I wasn’t in my room. I pushed myself up instantly, scanning my eyes around the room. The room is spacious with a gray color theme. So manly.“Where the hell am I…” I muttered. My eyes widened as I looked down at myself. I was still wearing my clothes, but my body felt a bit heavy. I hope it was just the hangover.What time is it?Before I could reach for my phone, the door swung open, grabbing my attention. Dave came in holding a tray.He was freshly showered. I could still see droplets of water in his hair dripping down.“You’re awake. I mad