Dating My Brother's Fiancee のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Stacy POV The new week in October comes. Today is Friday, my most favorite day of the week. The reasons are because I only have a few subjects, and all the students can get home earlier, around 10.30, perhaps. In the morning, I attend the classes, as usual. Yet, after around three subjects pass, there is a break time. At that thirty-minute free section, I enjoy some snacks while exchanging words with Clara and Skyla. "Always put this in mind, never overthink of things too much. Yes, she may be a straight and has never felt loved by a woman before, but anything can happen. Just believe in yourself and efforts." Skyla lectures me as if she was a love guru for the gays. In fact, she still puts her best efforts to capture Sally's attention. "Umm, okay." I note down her advices as I obey, but I also remind her on what she is also doing to Sally, her crush, "Wait, aren't you also adoring Sally from a far?" Skyla glances at me and replies, "Yeah, I admit it like that, but it imp

At the same night, Sam is lying naked, behind the blanket with his female co-worker, Britney Weston. As his head rests on the pillow, he utters to her, "Do you know if what we have just done is wrong?" "I know it well, Sam, but you enjoyed it, right?" Britney responds as her slim fingers softly rub the muscular chest she hugs. "Yeah, I admit that you have fulfilled my desire that she can never do." Sam utters as he grins. His gazes to her shows he is pleased with the recent make out he did accidentally. In fact, he only sees Britney as a fling, nothing more than that. "So, it means I have more chances to win you over, doesn't it?" Britney whispers through her inquiry. Her lips then presses on his shoulder, along with her seductive gazes piercing on him. Sam, getting melt with her gazes, averts his brown orbs so that he could still be in his senses. "I'm not sure about, Britney," He responds in doubtful tone. Honestly, he doesn't want to play dirty behind his relationship wi

On another place, The Bentley Residence. A woman in her mid sixties, makes herself busy with arranging colorful plastic flowers on the vases. Her slightly wrinkled face looks merrier than it used to be. The main reason of her beams is her daughter who has found the right partner and will be engaged soon. While arranging the flowers accordingly, she ponders, "After the chaos between her and Pete, my husband, June finds her true happiness. It sounds so sudden when she tells about the engagement, but I'm delighted for her!" "CKLEK!" The noise of the middle door knob bothers her. Along with it, her husband, Richard Bentley, in his formal dark grey suit, steps inside and greets her, "I'm home, Christie." "Oh, Richard! What makes you get home earlier?" Christie, June's mom, wonders why her husband arrives in the middle of the day. It's quite rare to find him in that time since he is the director of BT Corporation, the retail company who owns BEST Mall and Rivera Apartment. Richard

Stacy POV Commonly, women will be extremely pleased when other people validate their beauties, especially physical appearances. Even, the unattractive ones seek for a judgement that they are also charming, instead of admitting they are the ugly ducklings. Yet, what I'm seeing now is one of a kind. A woman, in her mid twenties, with alluring blue orbs and mesmerizing blonde wavy hair, acts like an ordinary creature. She even inquires me if she is attractive. I click my tongue and ponders, "Holy moly, Ms. Bentley. Haven't you stared at mirror in your place? You are really gorgeous and alluring. Unless you have ethereal charms, my bro would not attempt to rape you, previously." "Stacy? Are you daydreaming?" Her gentle tone successfully brings me to the reality. I turn my eyes on her and process the right reason to respond. "Nope. I only get amazed on your question, whether you are attractive or not," I claim as my orbs observe every detail of her good-looking visual. Yet,

Stacy POV For about forty five minutes, June and I reach home. As I help her by holding her hand clinging on my shoulders, she yaps again, "I wish I..could..flee fo-rever. Flee..from dad." I sigh while listening to her. It makes me believe she has troublesome relationship with her dad. I'm so sure with the assumption because some of my classmates tell any drunken people usually utter the truths, even their deepest fear. In less than two minutes, I take her to the second floor. After my bedroom is opened, I gently lead her to the room. "PAT!" I also lie her down on the bed. The strong scent of liquor is caught by my sense. "D*mn! How many glasses have you taken?" I whisper resentfully to her. Shockingly, her reacts to my gentle whispers. "Just a little," She answers and directly puts her arms around my neck. It leads my face closer to her although I'm still seated on the bed's corner. "DEG!" My heart thumps due to the closer distance between me and her. My orbs start to ca