Todos os capítulos de TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Aaron's POVWell, I thought I was screwed before, but I was wrong.I'm totally, completely, irreversibly screwed now.Because waking up with Ethan half-draped over me, warm and flushed, his breath brushing my collarbone, the faintest red marks still on his throat from my mouth—Yeah.I'm done.Memories of last night flood my brain in a dizzying rush. The way he'd whispered my name, like it was the only word he remembered. The way he clung to me. The way he stared at me-open, unguarded, loving.God.What have I done?I blink away the haze and shift slightly on the bed while I watch him move around the room. He's trying to get dressed quietly, softly, the morning sunlight catching the edges of his hair. And then I see it-the little limp in his walk.My lips twitch. In my chest, guilt and pride tangle so fiercely, I almost choke."Ethan," I call softly.He freezes, then looks at me with that murderous glare he uses whenever he's embarrassed.“What?” he snaps—too quickly, too defensive.I

Connor’s POVCeeBanks was loosing cash.Not literally, but it might as well have been-every financial report on my desk looked like it had been stabbed. Repeatedly. By me. With the pen I was currently snapping in my fist.I flung it aside and dragged a hand down my face."We'll bounce back," I muttered to myself. "Eventually. Hopefully. If the universe stops spitting in my coffee."It was the new high-tech security line that was going to change everything: revamp sales, attract new investors, fortify our reputation. But?It bombed.Hard.Worse than hard: It belly-flopped, arms wide, screaming on the way down. Reviews were mixed. Sales were tragic. And the returns… God, the returns could fill a stadium.I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling.Weeks. I'd been dealing with this disaster for weeks, meetings, calls, emergency calls, emergency emergency calls. The board was breathing down my neck. Investors pacing. My own sanity evaporating.And then, in all that chaos, my mind w

Aarons pov So much for a grand gesture.The second that smoke alarm screamed overhead, I grabbed Ethan by the wrist and dragged him out of the kitchen, coughing through the haze. He stumbled into the living room, eyes wide, and I didn't even give him time to say a word before pushing him toward the front door.“Out—come on,” I ordered, fanning at the thick smoke.“Aaron, I can walk—”“Not in this. Go.”By the time I got him out into the hallway, the smoke was already spilling into the living room, blurred and thick. I darted back inside to try killing the burner and smothering the small flame licking the counter edge. My ribs protested, stabbing sharp under the bandage, but I ignored it.The rag I'd used earlier--trying to scrape the burnt cheese--was too close to the flame. Of course it caught. Of course.I managed to kill the burner and smother the rag under a metal pot, but the smoke was already choking the room.I stumbled back outside, my chest heaving, just as the fire truck sc

Aaron's POVZoey had been talking for precisely forty-one minutes.I knew, as I'd checked the time the moment Ethan left for work in his fresh suit, hurried kisses, and rushing, all because he'd overslept from the chaos last night. Then came the knock: loud, repetitive, aggressive enough to make my injury throb.I opened the door, and there she was: Zoey, the wedding planner.She was a five–foot–three explosion of color, curls, perfume, and clipboards. Multiple clipboards.“Oh my gosh, Aaron Kings! You look so much better than when I saw you wounded in those pictures online in the hospital—well, not the official ones, the ones all blurry that your neighbors took—anyway! Let’s get started!”And before I even inhaled right, she was inside, bouncing around my living room like a caffeinated butterfly.“So! Budget?” she chirped, flipping a binder open. “Theme? Guest size? Let’s start with colors. I’m thinking ivory, champagne, and gold—classic, rich, but not tacky. Do you want a rose wall,

Ethan’s POVThe door clicked shut behind Pearl, the echo of her heels finally fading down the hallway. For a second, it was just me and Aaron in the middle of the chaos she'd left behind-the scattered files on my desk, the employees pretending not to stare through the glass, and Aaron still breathing slightly too fast, like he'd sprinted a marathon to get here.I turned fully to him.“Why are you here?” I asked, my voice low, sharp. “And what do you mean you’re not losing me?”Aaron didn't answer right away. His eyes didn't even meet mine at first — they drifted to the floor, the wall, the window, anywhere but me. He looked… absent.Then he finally spoke."Did Pearl say anything to you?"I blinked.That's what this is about?He looked like a man who had run across an ocean just to catch me before I could drown, and all because…Pearl? Was he scared she'd insult me? Hurt my feelings?Or was there another motive?One curled like smoke in the back of my mind.A voice in my head whispered,