Lahat ng Kabanata ng Broke Up With My Fiance Then Fucked My Brother's Best Friend: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

She had woken up that morning tired but determined to start a new life working with Gabe. Then Zane’s phone call had knocked the wind out of her. She’d already suspected that James had betrayed and manipulated her, both emotionally and physically but hearing it confirmed had still been a shock. “Later,” Gabe said shortly. “Right now, you can rest.” “I’m not sick,” Chloe protested, forcing her eyes open. She’d taken this job, and she wanted to start it properly. “Give yourself some time, Chloe. You need to heal.” “Then we can take a slow tour,” she said lightly, feeling comfortable enough to tease him. He stood, still holding her in his arms. “After you take a nap. How much did you sleep last night?” A few hours, maybe. “Enough,” she said vaguely. “That answer tells me it wasn’t much,” he replied as he carried her through the big house and started up the stairs. “Let me down,” Chloe said in panic. “I’m too heavy.” Gabe laughed as he climbed the steps with ease. “Sweeth

Chloe jumped out of her chair in an instant. “Yes!” “Don’t worry about putting on boots right now. We’ll be riding,” Gabe said. Chloe ran to her room and slipped on a pair of old sneakers, the kind that had been through plenty of barns and stables. Gabe had arranged for all her belongings to be brought to the ranch, and she’d stored everything except her clothes. Not that she had much. She’d planned to buy new things once she got her own home. What she had now was either practical or sentimental. “Put on a jacket!” Gabe called from down the hall. Chloe smiled. It wasn’t really cold. Fall in Colorado could be unpredictable, but the weather had been unusually warm. Still, she grabbed a fleece jacket from the closet and pulled it on, wondering when Gabe would stop treating her like she was made of glass. They met in the hallway. Gabe was just stepping out of his room, wearing jeans, a flannel shirt, and work boots with no jacket in sight. Chase followed him closely, tail wag

“You just ended an engagement with a jerk, you had a miscarriage not long ago, and you’re my best friend’s little sister. I think that’s reason enough. I’d be a complete asshole if I pushed this any further right now.” He paused before adding, “But I’ll never regret touching you, Chloe. It felt too damn good.” The room went completely silent as their eyes locked. Chloe’s heart ached. Her personal life was a disaster, she’d spent years judging all men by the one man she’d known intimately. None of Gabe’s reasons really mattered except that it was too soon for her to dive back into another emotional storm. Her miscarriage was behind her, and her doctor had cleared her and it certainly wasn’t her brother Blake’s or any of her brothers’ business who she chose to be with. She was an adult, and it was her life. Still, Gabe’s care for her, his fear of hurting her more than she already was touched her deeply. “It’s none of Blake’s business what I do, and I’m fine physically,” Chloe sai

“If her last relationship was that bad, you’d think her brother would be happy you’re with her now,” Travis said, dropping his fork onto his plate and pushing it away. There was a lot more to Chloe’s story, but Gabe wasn’t about to tell Travis any of it. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his cousin — it was that Chloe was too personal, too important to talk about with anyone. “It’s complicated,” Gabe finally muttered. “So, what’s this about you needing to hire a fiancée?” Travis grinned at him. “It’s complicated.” “Women chase you all the time. I wouldn’t think finding one would be a problem.” “I don’t just need any woman,” Travis said sharply, glaring at him. “I need someone who won’t expect anything except payment for doing a job.” “You’re right, that *is* complicated,” Gabe replied, doubting Travis would find a woman who wouldn’t expect more if she had to pretend to be his fiancée. “I’ll figure it out,” Travis said shortly. “Chloe’s a nice woman, Gabe. I like her. She’s

She shook her head as their eyes met and held. “Just the dominance thing and the body thing.” Chloe heard her own words and wondered if her IQ had dropped just from staring at Gabe’s bare chest. She was so flustered she couldn’t think straight or even talk properly. “That’s a shame about the dominance thing, darlin’, because I kind of like being the boss in the bedroom sometimes,” he said, his Texas drawl thick with desire. “You do? Painfully?” Chloe asked. She knew Gabe was a dominant man, but he could also be so gentle. Maybe she didn’t have him figured out at all. He stepped closer and placed his hands on her shoulders. “It can be pleasurable, Chloe. I want to see how many times I can make you come before I break.” She almost melted right there. “Okay,” she breathed, thinking that letting him take control might not be such a bad thing. “Do you trust me, Chloe?” he asked seriously, gripping the bottom of her sweatshirt. “Yes,” she answered breathlessly, lifting her arms