All Chapters of Rule Number One: My Brother's Best Friend : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Chapter 51: He loves me

"Hey there, Red," he said softly. "Welcome back.""Hey," I whispered, smiling back as he kissed me. "Huh." I took a tremulous breath. "That was...""Yeah, it looked that way." He grinned. "Ready for me to make another point?""Another...?" I stopped, realising in a heartbeat that Drew wasn't just above me, he was against me. Blunt and hard and... "Oh!" I wailed again as he surged into me, sliding deep, the delicious friction overwhelming as he stretched me wide beneath him."Jesus, Sam," he groaned, jerking convulsively inside me when he finally bottomed out. "You feel amazing.""Oh God." I flung my arms around him and clawed at his T-shirt, so full I wondered whether he might just turn me inside out when he withdrew. "Go slow," I begged. "Please? You're kind of making—making a huge point this time."His choke of laughter made his abdomen brush mine. "Yeah? Well, I wanted to make sure you got this one," he murmured, making me hiss as he levered his body away. "This one," he drove in o

Chapter 52: Snooping

A bath?" I gazed at him in grateful wonder, my aching body melting at the prospect. "Really?"He nodded, smiling. "Really. And then I'm going to put you in my bed, snuggle up beside you and we're going to go to sleep. Sound okay?"It sounded like heaven. I nodded, rather unromantically stuffing the paper towel between my legs before throwing my arms round his neck. "I love you.""So I should bloody think." His mouth brushed my temple. "I don't do this for every girl, you know."The words crash-landed through my euphoria. "No?"For heaven's sake, how stupid was I? How the hell could I have forgotten?I suddenly had to work very hard at keeping my tone light, at trying to keep my body from tensing. "What do you usually do at the end of an evening of passion then? Sling the lucky cow out with her bus fare?""Are you kidding?" I could feel his smile against my ear. "You seriously think I'd pay for sex?"No, I was pretty sure he'd never need to. But the sobering thought of Drew doing what

Chapter 53: Running away

Message: AngieAngie? At eleven forty-two?With shaking fingers, I stabbed at the phone again.Fab 2 c u tonite, Mr MF. Had a gr8 time. Hope u found ur jacket - def not here. C u Mon. x x xI swallowed as I read the words again. How many interpretations could there be of Fab 2 c u tonite then? Mr MF—Magic Fingers, a little voice in my head sneered cruelly—clearly had seen Angie again this evening. They'd had a 'gr8 time'. She even knew he'd mislaid his jacket and by the looks of things, it was possible he could have left it at her place. So how did any of that fit with Drew's claim that he'd 'phoned and called it off'?I clicked out of the screen and set the phone back down on the chest of drawers, my breathing coming fast and hard. Why would he lie? Why would he say he hadn't gone on a date when he obviously had? Why would he make a point of telling me he loved me if there was someone else in his life? And why on earth would he...?Make a point. My heart suddenly seemed to skip a bea

Chapter 54: Disappearing

It was almost ridiculously easy. Phone call made, I set about tidying myself up as best I could, then used the clean flannel he'd left for me on the side of the bath to scrub at my face, clearing away tears, make-up and all, wishing the whole while I could just climb into the wondrously warm water and sink down until the bubbles closed over my throbbing head. But there wasn't time, I concluded, a decision confirmed wise when at last I bent down to fasten my sandals and heard two perfunctory beeps from a car horn in the street below. If I was lucky, I thought, my heart pounding now, Drew would still be in the kitchen. I could bolt out of the bathroom, get my coat and hurtle down the stairs before he could do anything more than shout my name. Better yet, he might be on the sofa, already sipping at his tea. The last place I expected to find him when I emerged was sitting cross-legged on the tiled floor outside the door, smiling up at me as he proffered me a mug. Which was pretty s

Chapter 55: No Contact

How did it go last night?""Fu—" Bent double over the large box I was unpacking, the unexpected sound of Alice's voice behind me almost made me topple head first into it. "For heaven's sake!" I squeaked, grabbing the sides of the carton for stability. "Don't do that to me!""I'm waiting."Shit. I could tell from the hard note in Alice's voice that one, she had no intention of apologising, and two, that there was no way I'd be able to duck out of answering the question. I deliberately took my time over placing a pair of polythene-wrapped maternity jeans on the stockroom table. "They weren't in."She sucked in a reproving breath. "Liar," she snapped. "You chickened out again, didn't you?""Alice...""Sam, you're leaving the country tomorrow. Tomorrow, Sam!""I know!""You've promised me every day this week that you were going to tell your parents.""I know, okay? It's just..." Groaning, I reached down into the box and pulled out another pair of jeans. "It's not that simple, is it?""Wel

Chapter 56: A Row

"Holy crap." Her tone softened abruptly. "I'm right, aren't I?""What?" I could feel Alice's eyes burning into my back. "Something happened between you and Drew? What do you mean, something happened?""Nothing..." My voice cracked. "Nothing happened, all right?""You two had a row?" Alice clearly had no intention of letting me off the hook. "But I thought you said he was okay about you going to Italy?"I hadn't. When I'd first told her of my plans, her exact words had been, "And what does Drew have to say about all this? Does he think it's a good idea?" I'd simply taken the coward's way out and nodded."Oh, come on, Alice. Seriously? A row?" Roxy mocked before I could answer. "You're kidding me, right?""Well, what then?" I could sense the older woman's mounting irritation. "If they didn't have a row—?""Sex, doh. They had sex, okay?""Rox!" I pressed my forehead against the door, the gloss paint cool against my heated skin. "Oh, God. Please let me be dreaming."There was an ominous p

Chapter 57: Mr Magic Fingers

"Sam. You haven't told him?" There was an uncharacteristic note of compassion in Alice's voice. " "Angie?" Roxy persisted. "That's her name?" I nodded then jumped violently at the sound of someone hammering on the front door. Alice whirled around. "For heaven's sake!" she exclaimed, peering out into the shop. "Can't they read the sign?" "Best let 'em in," Roxy said, ever the pragmatist. "It's piddling down out there, after all. Might be the only customer we get all day." Grumbling under her breath, Alice bustled away. By the time I heard her calling an expertly cheery if patently insincere, "Hello there, sorry about that! Terrible weather, isn't it?", I'd helped myself to another tissue and heaved myself off the settee to inspect my appearance in the mirror. "Well, you're a sorry sight," I admonished my reflection, for once grateful I hadn't bothered to put on mascara. But then I'd given up on eye make-up days ago, finding it rather more practical at present to use a bright

Chapter 58: A Walk

It wasn't just wet outside, it was freezing, an arctic wind whipping soggy leaves into a frenzy as I picked my way down the High Street trying to avoid the worst of the puddles. Roxy was right, it would be a quiet day. It might only be three weeks until Christmas, but only the most determined and hardiest of shoppers would be foolish enough to venture out in this weather. And me. Oh God, I so didn't want to do this. In my head, I'd rehearsed endless versions of the discussion I needed to have with my parents but none of them seemed right. I sighed, pulling my scarf up around my neck in a vain attempt to keep the chill at bay. Maybe it was better not to have a plan. Maybe I should just trust to fate that whatever I came out with would be the right thing to say. It wasn't far to my parents' house from the shop, only a couple of streets in fact. Of course, its relative proximity had played an instrumental part in me working there in the first place. After the transplant—after Paul had

Chapter 59: Minimum wage

I'd protested, naturally. I could barely get up the stairs without being left a weak and trembling mess, so the idea of leaving the house, of having to walk farther than the short distance between the front door and the car, filled me with horror. But Drew wouldn't be dissuaded. We made it to the end of the road that day, a mere hundred yards, Drew practically carrying me on the return journey. Undeterred, he came back the next day and the next, pushing me further each time. "The next lamp post," he'd urge, grinning when I looked at him daggers. "All right then, to that red car just there, okay?" And little by little, I remembered, it got easier. It helped that Drew chattered away non-stop while we walked, not caring whether I responded or not. He'd managed to get himself a holiday job and was working at a local firm of solicitors, Crandy and Aldred—or as he rather irreverently called them, Crusty and Undead, on account of the advanced age of the senior partners. He did wonderful impr

Chapter 60: I'm Going

I sighed as I turned into Maple Drive, my pace slowing as I passed the first of the semi-detached houses. Back in the seventies, each pair must have been identical, sharing a rectangular lawn, the driveways to the left and right leading to their respective garages and each garage in turn linked to the garage of the next pair of houses. Now that uniformity had mostly vanished. Some had extended front porches and had installed double-glazing, others had bedrooms over the garage, still others had divided that front expanse of lawn with a fence or hedge, presumably to avoid that most ancient of neighbourly conflict over whose turn it was to cut the grass. Having owned it for more than twenty years, my parents' house was one of the neatest in the row and still shared its lawn, owing to the fact that my father rigorously mowed the whole thing every Saturday, or Sunday if it rained—even in December if the weather was mild—regardless of whose turn it was. Their house remained practically unmo

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