บททั้งหมดของ TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Aaron's pov Ethan said nothing that morning.He was too quiet.And I didn’t need to ask why.He was still doing the very thing he said he wouldn't,letting me close, letting me near, letting me pull him back into a rhythm neither of us knew how to stop.What the hell had I been thinking last night?I leaned in towards him, like I was going to kiss him, out there in the open smelling of champagne and applause, and the whole world had just watched him shine under those stage lights. He'd been all alone, looking lost and perfect at the same time, and I-God-I just couldn't help myself.I should have just left him alone.I should have walked away.Stop pulling him in just to push him back.Stop treating him like gravity when I was supposed to be his space.The worst part was, I didn't know how to stop.The car purred softly as we hit the road. Ethan sat next to me, leaning his head against the window, his eyes half-lidded. I noticed the dark circles beneath them. He hadn't slept at all l

Aaron’s POVI sat in my office, drowning in guilt.The irony wasn't lost on me: all those years building a stronghold of discipline, of control, and I couldn't even control my mind anymore. My thoughts were a swarm, a restive, looping noise that began and ended with Ethan.But it wasn’t just the kiss - it was everything after it.Because now, there really needed to be a wedding.Not just for show, not just a press announcement to quiet the rumors he had stirred-but an entire, breathing, visible event. The world would have to see me, Aaron Warner, stand beside Ethan Wright and say vows neither of us meant.Only, one of us didn't know that yet.Ethan still thought this marriage, however unconventional, was real enough to hold meaning. That it was born from something sincere, something blossoming out of tension and possibility. But the truth was uglier, crueller, necessary. He didn't know this was a message for Benson — a final warning disguised as love.And that realization made my ches

Ethan’s POVThe sun had already started to set when I finally left the building.The sky was a quiet orange, bleeding into violet, and the city lights were flickering awake one by one. The whole scene would've been beautiful if my mind wasn't such a mess.I wasn't sure if Aaron had already left or not. His office had been dark when I passed by earlier, and I hadn't seen his car parked out front. I figured maybe he'd gone ahead home. That was the plan anyway-we were supposed to meet there later. Still, something about it didn't sit right.I shoved my hands into my pockets as I made my way toward the parking lot. Jonathan, Mandy, and Anderson trailed behind me, still buzzing with the same energy they’d had since the announcement.Jonathan was the first to break the silence. “You know,” he began, snapping his fingers, “it all makes sense now.”I turned to him. “What does?“The car!” he said, like he'd solved a murder case. “That's how you got this bad boy, huh? Secret affair with the bos

Aaron’s POVThat meeting with Benson had left a bitter taste in my mouth, one that no volume of water or whiskey could wash away. The old bastard had spent all but an hour twisting my arm, his voice calm and deceptively polite, as it always was, speaking of "family," "legacy," and "responsibility" when what he meant was control.I'd had enough.He could command the boardroom, meddle with the investors, hell, he could even threaten to pull out his damn shares if it made him feel powerful-but he couldn't decide who I got to love. Not again.I wasn't going to be another one of Benson's chess pieces.He sat opposite me, smiling that poisonous smile, his silver cufflinks glinting under the office light as he said, "A public marriage is a useful shield, Aaron. It gives the company stability, gives me confidence. But remember, this isn't a love story. It's a business."I'd clenched my jaw so hard it hurt. "You might own half the company, Benson," I'd said. "But you don't own me."He'd only c

Aaron’s POVI couldn’t breathe; I couldn’t even inhale.I could still feel his warm lips against mine, and before I could think, before reason could catch up, I clutched Ethan's waist and pulled him closer.He shouldn't be doing this?He should have thought about that first,cause now I didn't have a single bid of control left in me.He gasped, shocked by the sudden movement, but he didn't pull away. His breath mingled with mine, trembling, hungry, confused-everything I was. My fingers slid up the back of his shirt, feeling the tension in his muscles. His heartbeat slammed against my palm. He started this, but I was going to finish it, even if it destroyed me.I sank back onto the chair and drew him onto my lap to my already waiting erection. The contact sent something electric down my spine forcing a moan out of my throat. His mouth opened beneath mine, and I drowned in the taste of him-sweet, desperate, familiar. I shouldn't. I should stop. I needed to stop.But I didn't.The sec