All Chapters of Forbidden Ties; stuck between two brothers : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The sound of the alarm clock woke me from my slumber, and I groaned, dragging myself from the bed. My muscles protested as I moved around, heading to the bathroom first. Today was yet another of applying for more jobs. After yesterday's rejection, I was prepared to just lie in my bed today but my finances cried out to me in my sleep. "Oh well," I muttered, heading downstairs once I was fully dressed, my hair tied up into a neat bun.I still hadn't gotten used to having blonde hair, and checking the mirror this morning revealed that my dark roots were beginning to show. I had to find time to dye it this week. "Off job hunting again?" Suzie asked the moment my foot hit the main hall downstairs, eyeing me with concern. "Yesterday was a bust," I admitted, trying to keep the bitterness from my voice.The memory of Jeremiah's dismissive tone still stung like a fresh slap. 'I only hire men.'The arrogance of it made my jaw clench all over again. Suzie's expression grew sympathetic. "

As I lay beside Jason, my fingers traced the curves of his muscular chest, the sweat from our makeout session still glistening on his skin. His eyes were closed, but there was a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he basked in the afterglow of the blowjob I'd just given him. "You're insatiable, Tara," he murmured, his voice heavy with desire. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, a blush spreading across my face as I met his gaze. After he picked me on the way back from the mayor's office, I didn't expect he would drive me back to his condo. He didn't say anything until we stepped through the front door, the moment it closed, he ravaged me like a hungry beast. I didn't stop him. I had also been aching for him. "Only for you, Jason," I replied, my voice was a low purr. I could feel the familiar stirring of desire within me, the ache in my core that only he could satisfy. I straddled him, my thighs gripping his hips as I leaned down to whisper in his ear. "How about a li

"What's wrong?" Heat was starting to creep up my cheeks as they continued laughing, and I didn't fancy the way they were staring at me, almost like I reminded them of a cute puppy. "We don't call him that," Joshua provided in between laughs, shaking his head fondly. "No one calls him that." Jeremiah had his arms folded across his chest as he nodded. "Boss is fine.""Yes, boss," I responded sheepishly. His smile was brief but genuine as he spread blueprints across the conference table. "Let's get started with the town hall project. We need to calculate materials for the foundation work." He rattled off measurements and specifications while the crew members squinted at their notepads, pencils moving hesitantly. When he called out the first calculation, I couldn't help myself. "Four thousand two hundred thirty-seven point six civic feet," I said. Everyone turned to stare at me. Jeremiah had an expressionless face as usual. "She's right," he confirmed after checking his own note

"What do you think?" The evening light filtered through my bedroom window as I held up another dress, the third one in ten minutes. Tracy sat cross-legged on my bed while Sandy perched on the chair, both of them serving as my personal style committee. It was the evening of the night that Jason had asked me out as his date to his event. He hadn't specified what kind of event it was, but I couldn't get the excitement off throughout the entire day. The moment I told the girls about it, they ushered me to my room, on a quest for a perfect dress. "I don't like it," Tracy said flatly, cutting through my thoughts. "It's nice," Sandy countered immediately. "Nice isn't the point. She needs something that matches the occasion." Tara shot back. Sandy rolled her eyes. "How do you know what matches when we don't even know what kind of event it is?"I smiled as they bickered, grateful to have them both here. Their different perspectives somehow always led me to the right choice. I dug dee

JEREMIAH'S POVThe bitter coffee had gone cold an hour ago, but I kept drinking it anyway. My desk table was scattered with several paperwork and ink marks staining some of the white sheet. Daniel leaned against the furniture, his arms crossed. "You should raise the price on the town hall project," he said for the third time. "At least twenty percent." "It's for the town." I sighed, rubbing my eyes. "For the mayor-""The mayor's a stingy bastard," Daniel cut in, his jaw tightening. I didn't argue. Everyone knew about Daniel's grudge against Mayor O'Connor after what happened to his father. Some sounds never fully healed. "Look at it from the lens of giving back to the community," I said, pushing the papers aside. Daniel snorted. "The community didn't give back when my dad needed help." Before I could respond, Jensen knocked and stepped inside. "Boss, don't forget about the charity event tonight. The Madison's are expecting you." My stomach dropped. "I'm not going.""Jeremiah-"