บททั้งหมดของ Three Hot Billionaires Brothers wants Me : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

“What?” I blinked at him, tilting my head. “Spa? Oh no, no, no. What’s that? Is it food? Spaghetti? Because if it is, I’m not eating, Liam.”The stylist almost choked on a laugh, and Liam stared at me like I’d just told him I thought Paris was in Africa.“Food?” he repeated slowly, as if testing the word on his tongue. “You think a spa is spaghetti?”“Well…” I shrugged dramatically, biting back a smile. “It sounds like it. And honestly, I’m not hungry. Thank you for the hair, but I want to go back to the hotel. This is enough already.”I made a little spin, showing off the curls bouncing over my shoulders. “See? Done. Perfect. Hotel, bed, peace.”But instead of letting me go, Liam threw his head back and laughed. A deep, warm laugh that made his chest shake against my shoulder.“Oh, sweetheart,” he said finally, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “If I don’t teach you the difference between spaghetti and spa, Zane will use it against you forever. And I can’t have that.”I narrowed my

The car door opened, but Liam didn’t move immediately. He just sat there, his hand still over mine, his gaze holding me captive. The curve of his lips promised mischief, but his eyes… they promised something deeper, something that made my stomach tighten.“Come,” he finally murmured, stepping out first. He circled the car like the world belonged to him and then opened my door with a little bow, as though I was royalty.I raised a brow. “You’re being suspicious.”“Good,” he said smoothly, offering his hand. “Suspicion keeps things interesting.”I hesitated only a second before sliding my hand into his. The evening air rushed against my skin, warm and fragrant, carrying a faint perfume of jasmine I couldn’t place.The building we had stopped beside didn’t look like a building at all. High stone walls covered in ivy stretched upward, hiding whatever lay inside. An arched gate of wrought iron stood before us, delicate golden vines curling through its design. Beyond, I could see a flicker

Finally, we were on our way back to the Carter mansion, back to reality, back to where my duty as a maid continued like nothing had changed. But something had. Deep down, I couldn’t ignore the warmth blooming in my chest.I was thankful. Thankful for Liam.Yes, Zane had his moments, his own ways of making me feel seen… but Liam? His way of spoiling me wasn’t just extravagant, it was otherworldly. Like he was determined to rewrite what I thought I deserved.Thirty minutes later, the jet stood waiting, sleek and gleaming under the runway lights. Liam’s hand never left the small of my back as we climbed the steps, his touch steady, claiming. The moment we stepped inside, the world seemed to shift, plush leather seats, soft golden lighting, a bottle of champagne chilling on ice as though it had been waiting just for us.He gestured for me to sit, his lips curving in that dangerous half-smile that always seemed to unravel me. “Home can wait,” he murmured. “For now, you’re still mine.”And

My breath caught, my body leaning, almost unconsciously, closer to his warmth. Kai didn’t move, didn’t push, didn’t demand. He just stood there, steady and patient, like an anchor in the middle of the storm that was my life. His scent, clean, sharp, with a faint trace of smoke and leather, wrapped around me, grounding me in a way I didn’t know I craved.For a fleeting moment, I wanted to stay right there. Pressed against him, hidden in that pocket of stillness he created just for me. With him, there were no games, no power struggles, no dangerous sparks waiting to ignite. Just quiet. Just calm.My chest rose and fell unevenly, as though my heart couldn’t decide whether to slow down or race faster. And when his hand brushed, barely, against my arm, gentle, hesitant, almost reverent, I felt a shiver crawl up my spine.Safe. That’s what he made me feel. Safe, when Liam’s gaze burned me alive and Zane’s fire threatened to consume me whole.A dangerous thought curled at the edge of my min

“Stop,” I whispered, but it came out too soft, too pleading. My body betrayed me, shivering beneath the weight of his stare, the nearness of him.Liam’s eyes narrowed, his grip on my chin firm, refusing to let me look away. His voice dropped lower, husky, almost taunting. “Stop? Or keep going? Because your body isn’t saying stop, sweetheart.”Before I could speak, Zane let out a short laugh, dark and mocking, the sound rolling through the air like smoke. He leaned back against the archway, folding his arms across his chest with deliberate ease. “You sound jealous, brother.”The temperature seemed to drop.Liam’s jaw clenched, the vein in his neck ticking as his head snapped toward Zane. “Careful.” His tone was pure warning, sharp enough to cut steel.Zane only smirked, pushing off the wall with lazy grace, like a predator who knew exactly how dangerous he was. His eyes flicked to me, slow, possessive, before returning to Liam. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you. But then again, you’ve always