Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling For My Brother's Best Friend: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Cade"Please... please don't hurt me—"Daniel starts begging the moment I step back into the garage."Shut the fuck up before I actually do." My voice is flat, emotionless. I'm already pissed enough from the whole drama with Quinn, and the last thing I need is this kid whimpering at me like a kicked puppy.I don't want to think about her. About the way she grabbed my hand and demanded answers. About the accusation in her eyes that looked too much like two years ago.Daniel is on his knees now, hands clasped together like he's praying. His eyes are red-rimmed, face blotchy from crying.I pull out my phone and scroll to the file Cole sent me, finding the photo of Maria Castellanos. I hold it up. "This your mom?"Daniel's eyes widen. "Please, don't—don't hurt her. Whatever this is, whatever you think I did, she has nothing to do with it—""I asked you a question." I take a step closer, and he scrambles backward until his back hits the wall. "Is this your mother?"He hesitates, then nods

CadeShe blinks, and I watch her brain try to process that information. Her hands finally move to grab her shirt, and part of me wants to tell her not to. To stay exactly like that so I can keep looking. Keep memorizing."You're joking.""Do I look like I'm joking?"She pulls the shirt over her head with jerky, angry movements, and I almost groan at the loss of the view. The fabric settles over her body, hiding what I just saw, and it takes everything in me not to cross the room and rip it back off."There's no way—Beck would never—""Beck called me ten minutes ago and asked me himself." I push off the doorframe, taking a step closer. Testing. "So pack your shit. You're moving in tonight.""I'd rather sleep in the garage.""The garage is occupied." By Daniel and my spiraling thoughts about what I want to do to the girl standing in front of me. "Besides, it wasn't a request. Beck asked, I said yes. Done deal."She's fully dressed now, hands on her hips in that defiant way that makes me

CadeThe scent of her is fucking everywhere. Not the citrus and linen of my room, but her. Something sweet and warm, like summer rain on hot pavement. It’s been clouding my senses for what feels like hours, a constant, torturous reminder that she’s right there. Less than a foot away. Curled on her side, her back to me, but I can feel the heat radiating from her body.'Fuck you, Beck.' This was his stupid idea. '"It's you and Quinn, Nothing's going to happen. You can barely stand each other. And I trust you.'"Yeah right. He’s not lying in the dark next to a woman who’s been driving him quietly insane for years, trying to be a fucking gentleman.She’s been twisting, turning, a restless little shift of her hips every few minutes. I can smell it on her, that subtle, musky-sweet fragrance of arousal. It’s driving me out of my fucking mind. She’s thinking about it. She’s thinking about me.She lets out a sharp little gasp as my arm snakes around her waist, pulling her flush against me as

CadeThe door opens and Ash steps in.The guys jump off the couch immediately, cheering like animals who haven't seen him in months. Riley tackles him first, then Jake, then Marcus joins the pile. It's chaos—the kind of loud, stupid chaos that normally would make me smile.A smile does tug at my lips when Ash's gaze meets mine over their heads.But then his expression shifts. Worried. Tense.That's when I notice her.Quinn stands beside him, partially hidden behind his frame. And she's staring at me with that suspicious look she always has—except it's different now. Way more intense. More accusatory.My frown deepens. What the hell happened?Before I can ask, Quinn storms across the room and grabs my hand. Her fingers are cold, shaking slightly, and she yanks me toward the stairs without a word."Someone's in trouble," Riley whispers behind us.Someone whistles. Marcus makes a crude joke that I don't catch because Quinn is pulling me up the stairs and into my room, slamming the door b

Quinn"How long are you going to keep following me?"I don't turn around when I ask the question, just keep walking toward the science building with my bag clutched to my chest.Ash appears beside me with an easy grin, falling into step like we've been friends for years instead of days. "So you knew I was following you but just ignored me? That hurts, Quinn. Really hurts.""I was hoping you'd take the hint.""Hints are for cowards. I prefer the direct approach." He adjusts the strap of his backpack, his red hair messy like he just rolled out of bed. "Besides, how else am I supposed to convince you to have lunch with me?"I scowl at him. "By not following me around campus like a creep?""That's where you're wrong. Persistence is key." He holds open the door to the science building with an exaggerated bow. "After you, beautiful.""Don't call me that.""Why not? It's true." His green eyes sparkle with mischief. "You know, you're even prettier when you're annoyed. Has anyone ever told you