Semua Bab SUBMISSIVE TO MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND : Bab 11 - Bab 18

KARIMA HEARTMinutes later, Malcom finally stepped out of the room—probably done sulking. I didn’t bother glancing his way. I just kept dishing out a bowl of spaghetti at the dining like he wasn’t even there.He pulled out a chair gently, as if tiptoeing around my mood. I held back a smirk. He was either stalling before apologizing which would mean surrendering or trying to act cool until the silence broke him.I slid a bowl of food and a glass of juice in front of him.“Thank you,” he muttered.And then, of course, Mr. Annoying strolled out of his room, hand-in-hand with Mrs. Sassy. My eyes narrowed as she clung to Owain’s arm like she couldn’t breathe without him.Seriously, where did she think she was? A hotel suite? Or maybe Owain’s house, acting like she owned the place just because she could hold his hand in public.She tugged him into the seat across from Malcom and parked herself in the chair directly facing me.I served them both. God knows it took all the self-control in me

KARIMA HEARTThe moment we reached the garage, he yanked the garage shutter up, and my heart nearly leapt out of my chest.The car was insane. Jet-black, sleek, the kind of BMW that looked untouchable. And bigger than Malcom’s. When Owain tapped the pedal, the engine growled deadly. It was like the sound alone could turn heads. He caught my expression, of course he did, and I couldn’t tell if he was showing off on purpose or just being Owain, irritating and smug.I kept my mouth shut, but seriously, how the hell did he own something like this? He’d barely been in New York a week. And now that I thought about it, I’d never even bothered to ask what he actually did for a living. Malcom once said “business development representative,” but… please. Owain? In a suit, making polite small talk in boardrooms? Yeah, no. He wasn't the type that was built up for that thingy.“Seat belt,” he said, glancing my way.Maybe I was wrong about him being the law-breaking type, at least he believed in se

KARIMA HEART"You have a girlfriend... and she’s at home right now, remember?" I managed, my voice tighter than I intended.I shoved the plastic bag Victoria had given me between us like it was a shield. I didn’t even know when I grabbed it, instinct, maybe. Anything to block whatever reckless thought was flashing in Owain’s eyes."Yeah, I do," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Don’t need you to remind me." His gaze dipped to my mouth before snapping back into my eyes. "But I can always make you next… if that’s what’s bothering you."The lazy curl of his lips was pure trouble. His fingers closed over mine, dragging the plastic away with a slow, deliberate pull. He didn’t break eye contact, not even when his other hand slid the bag somewhere behind the chair. The sound of it sliding down was faint, but the heat rolling off him wasn’t.Then he was right there, close enough that I could feel his breath fanning over my cheek. His chest brushed mine as he leaned in, his voice a whispe

OWAIN LUTHERIn all the years we’d been friends, I had never—ever—seen that kind of look on Malcom’s face.We weren’t exactly the typical kind of friends who shared common ground. Anyone could take one look at us and tell we didn’t fit the mold. Still, somehow, the bond we had ran deep, almost like family.He was the suit. The dreamer. The pacesetter and the rule follower kind of guy.But me? I was the guy popping champagne on the streets while he was buried in business management textbooks. The guy was such a nerd. One time, I had to force him to even look at a girl, and still, nothing. Hell, the man got drunk after two shots of vodka.But tonight? It wasn’t my strip club that had him boiling. Not even the fact I’d kept it from him. No, there was something in his eyes, something heavier. Something I was afraid to admit.“You’re going to pack out with your goddamn girlfriend tomorrow morning. I don’t want to see you. Got it?”I just stared at him... I got the last punch was because I