All Chapters of STEPBROTHERS WITH BENEFITS : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Months passed, yet we never really got the chance to talk it over and fix the problem in our relationship. Kayden never returned to my place after that night, and eventually, I stopped waiting for him to show up. We still talked through messages or quick phone calls, but they were always brief—just small updates and simple check-ins. Nothing more, nothing less. I could feel how our relationship had changed. Sometimes it feels like we’re not really together anymore. But maybe this was what we needed after all: a break from each other, but not a breakup. Work has also been keeping me occupied lately. I was constantly traveling in and out of the city because of how packed my schedule had become. At this point, seeing Kayden in person had turned into something rare. Though I think it was for the best. At least when I was busy, I didn’t have much time to think about him. “Come on, Noah.” For nearly an hour now, Pancho had been trying to convince me to come to his birthday party tonigh

I drove Noah to his condo and changed him into comfortable clothes. As much as I wanted to spend more time with him, I couldn’t. I pushed open the door of my penthouse, and as expected, he was there again, sitting on the couch and patiently waiting for me. He stood up and greeted me with a smirk. He leaned in as if to kiss me, but I shoved him away and gave him a glare. “Fuck off,” I hissed. He’s Jacob, my obsessed ex-boyfriend. He came back months ago and started hitting on me again. “Not now,” I said, fighting irritation. He scoffed. “Where have you been? It’s already dawn.” I bumped his arm as I walked past him. “Answer me, Kade,” he demanded. I looked at him over my shoulder. “Stop calling me that.” The corner of his mouth lifted. “Why? Isn’t that what I used to call you? It didn’t bother you before, did it?” “Before,” I emphasized, mocking him, “I can’t believe you’re still as pathetic as ever, Jacob. What? Still stuck in the past and can’t accept that we broke up year

“Leave,” I shooed Jacob away. It was early in the morning when he visited me in my office without telling me beforehand. This dickhead is really getting on my nerves. “I just arrived, and you want me to go home already?” “I’d be happier if you’d disappear for good,” I scoffed. “You know it only turns me on when you play hard to get, right?” he said seductively. I grimaced. What a disgusting piece of shit. I can’t believe I fell for a desperate jerk like him. “Go fuck yourself at your own fucking house, Jacob.” “Can’t I do it here? Your office is so spacious and clean. Let’s make a mess.” He stepped closer to my desk. “Fuck you,” I said angrily, glaring at him. “Sure.” He started unbuttoning his polo. I looked away and focused all my attention on my laptop. I heard his clothes hit the floor. I glanced up, ready to snap, but the door opened, and Noah came in holding a paper bag. Our eyes widened. Then, his gaze dropped to the floor where Jacob’s clothes lay, then slowly lifte

8 months later. It has been months since Noah broke up with me. After that day, he cut off all contact, even blocking my number and social media accounts. I had no choice but to respect his decision, even though every part of me wanted to go to his condo and beg him to take me back. I could only admire him from afar—through his pictures and videos posted online. I even bought every magazine in which he appeared. “Hey, hottie,” someone purred. I looked at the woman who approached me. She wore a black satin mini dress that emphasized her cleavage. She wrapped her arms around my neck and sat on my lap without my permission. My eyebrows drew together at once. Irritated, I removed her hands from me and shoved her off my lap. She nearly lost her balance. Embarrassed, she looked at me in disbelief, utterly humiliated. “You’re playing hard to get, aren’t you?” she tried to act cool despite her shame. I’m gay. I wanted to say that, but I chose not to. “Leave me the fuck alone,” I seethe

I spent the entire night thinking about the short conversation we had in the restroom. Why would he push me to date someone else? Has he already moved on? Does he have someone new? Did he get back together with his ex? I sat up in bed, dragging a hand down my face as frustration washed over me. It was almost five in the morning, yet I was still wide awake. I took the photo album from the bedside drawer and slowly turned its pages. A bitter smile curved my lips as I went through our photos one by one. I missed him, even though I knew I had no right to. When I ended things with him, I was certain it was the right choice. But now, I find myself questioning it. Because if I did the right thing, why do I feel worse instead of better? *** “I can’t go with you, Noah. I have an urgent matter to do today.” I was already in my car when my mom said she couldn’t come with me. We were supposed to visit Aunt Valerie, but it seemed I’d have to go alone this time. “It’s okay, Mom. I’ll go by