Todos los capítulos de Sleeping With My Billionaire Step-Brother: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Fiona:My hands gripped the steering wheel. The speedometer needle hovered at thirty-five in a forty-five zone because I could not trust myself to drive faster. Not when my vision kept blurring. Not when every breath felt like swallowing broken glass.The road stretched ahead of me. Three gas stations had passed on my right. A McDonald's. A tire shop with a hand-painted sign advertising cheap oil changes. Normal places where normal people went about their normal lives. People who existed in government databases and credit reports and voter registrations.I was legally dead.I pulled over at a gas station and checked my wallet with shaking fingers. Two hundred and thirty-seven dollars. That was what remained from the three hundred Dad had given me this morning for work clothes, after I had bought those thrifted pieces that now sat crumpled in the box on my backseat.Two hundred and thirty-seven dollars to start over.I was the daughter of one of the most powerful men in Los Angeles. I h

Fiona:My lungs burned as I pressed against the brick wall behind a trendy coffee shop, trying to catch my breath. The afternoon sun beat down on my face as I scanned the street for any sign of that black van."You okay there?"I spun around to find a girl about my age watching me with curious eyes. She had that effortless beauty that came from not trying too hard, with messy brown hair and paint-stained fingers."I'm fine," I lied, still breathing hard."Right. That's why you're hiding behind a coffee shop looking like you just outran the FBI." She grinned. "I'm Zoe. And you look like you could use some caffeine and air conditioning."Before I could protest, she was already steering me toward the back entrance of the shop. The cool air hit my overheated skin like a blessing."Sit," Zoe commanded, pointing to a corner booth. "I'll get you something cold."I collapsed into the seat, grateful for the dim lighting that hid how much of a mess I probably looked. My thrift store clothes wer

Fiona:The mattress beneath me felt like heaven compared to that rotting motel bed. I had finally slept deeply, but not dreamlessly.Warm sand between my fingers. Waves lapping at our feet. Rafael's laugh carried on the salt breeze as he pulled me closer, his eyes soft with something I had never seen there before. When he kissed me, his mouth tasted like ocean and promises. His hands traced my skin with reverence, not possession."Just us," he whispered against my throat. "Nothing else matters."The sun painted gold across his shoulders as he moved above me. I arched into his touch, my body singing with pleasure and something deeper. Something that felt like coming home. His name spilled from my lips like a prayer, not a curse."Perfect," he breathed against my ear, his voice rough with want. "You're so perfect."In that place where the sky met the sea, where we were just Fiona and Rafael, nothing more, nothing less, everything felt right.But consciousness was creeping back now, drag

Rafael:The address burned in my mind as I parked across from the coffee shop. 1247 Melrose Avenue. Johnson's information had been accurate—there she was, visible through the large front window, sitting at a corner table with a brown-haired girl.My hands gripped the steering wheel as I watched Fiona lean back in her chair, actually laughing at something the other woman said. The sound didn't reach me through the glass, but I could see it in the way her shoulders shook, the way her face lit up.Have I ever seen her laugh like that?I stepped out of the Rolls Royce, my jaw clenched with determination. She had run from me twice now. This time, I would not let her slip away. This time, I would make her understand that we belonged together, that fighting this connection between us was pointless.But as I walked toward the coffee shop entrance, something stopped me cold.Fiona threw her head back, laughing so hard at whatever her companion had said that she had to wipe tears from her eyes.

RafaelThe elevator doors slid open to reveal my penthouse, but instead of the silence I expected, music drifted from the living room. I stepped inside, my jaw already clenching with irritation."Marcus!" I called out, loosening my tie as I walked toward the sound.I found him sprawled across my Italian leather sofa, a tumbler of my expensive whiskey in one hand and his phone in the other. He looked up when I entered, a lazy grin spreading across his face."Well, well. Look who finally decided to come home." Marcus raised his glass in mock salute. "How was your evening of stalking, Rafael? Did you at least manage not to get arrested this time?""What the hell are you doing in my house?""Drinking your whiskey and enjoying your view. This place really is spectacular at night." Marcus gestured toward the floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the glittering cityscape below. "You know, for someone who spent a fortune on this penthouse, you barely spend any time here."I walked to the ba