Alle Kapitel von Claimed By My Ex’s Stepbrother: Kapitel 221 – Kapitel 225

Two weeks at Lockwood & Co. had taught Tessa three things.The first was that the coffee on the fourteenth floor was better than the coffee on the twelfth, and no one would tell her why.The second was that Garrett Lockwood did not believe in the phrase good enough. He believed in do it again, sharper this time, and I want it by five.The third was that Tessa Quinn, after a year of believing she had nothing left to give, was actually good at this.She had started to learn the rhythm of the place. The morning stand-ups. The way the senior team argued without raising their voices. The unspoken hierarchy of who spoke first and who spoke last. She had made mistakes — a client name spelt wrong in a draft, a meeting time she'd written down incorrectly — but she had owned them, fixed them, and not made them twice.By the end of her second week, people had stopped calling her the new one. That morning, she sat in the boardroom with a notebook open in front of her and her heart beating a litt

The wine was his third glass, and the cigarette was his fourth.Roman sat in the dark of the living room with one leg stretched out, the glass dangling from his fingers and smoke curling toward a ceiling he couldn't see. He had not smoked in years. He had started the winter after the divorce again, quietly, in rooms where no one could see, and he had never told anyone. Alec would have had a lot to say about it. He took a drag and let it out slowly.Today’s events replayed in his head. He had yelled at Sabrina. And the memory sat heavy in his chest.She had been somewhere she wasn't permitted. She had overstepped. She had stood in the one room in his hotel he had kept shut for over a year and said it felt like someone had died there.He had every right to be angry. But none of it explained why her face kept coming back to him.He didn't understand why it bothered him.He took another drink and sat in the dark for longer. The knock came at half past ten.Roman exhaled before moving t

The coffee shop was thirty minutes from Blackwood Hotels.Roman knew it was thirty minutes because he had timed it. He had also timed the other four coffee shops within a five-mile radius, and this one was still the best. The beans were fresher. The baristas didn't burn the milk. The line moved fast.He pulled into the parking lot and sat in his car for a moment.He didn't need to be here. He had a perfectly good coffee machine in his office. He had a perfectly good assistant who could have brought him coffee.But no, here he was. He got out of the car and walked inside.“Good morning, sir. What can I get you?” The barista asked with a smile.“An Americano. No sugar.” Roman said. “Certainly. Anything else?”Roman glanced at the menu above the counter. Then he remembered why he had made the trip in the first place.He was supposed to be getting Sabrina something.He looked back at the barista.“Actually, make that two orders.”The barista nodded. “What would you like for the second o