Semua Bab Dirty Cravings; Big Bad Brother: Bab 11 - Bab 20

~~Indiego~~“Slade…” The words were barely out of my lips before my back hit the wall with a silent thud and his lips were on my neckㅡ nibbling gently at the skin while his hands roamed my waist. Not moving any higher. Not moving any lower.I made my decision. I wanted this. I followed him into his room and here I was, pressed up against the cold hard wall while he pressed against me, his hard frame a sharp contrast to my much smaller one.I was mildly aware of the sound of footsteps passing the room as guests still lingered around since the reception wasn't over. I was supposed to be out there too.“Fuck…” Slade cursed, pushing himself in between my legs, the fabric of his jeans creating a sinful friction as he rubbed himself against my aching core. “Feel that?” He breathed out, his lips ghosting over my neck.I took a sharp intake of breath while I felt the tent in his pants rub against my clothed pussy. Fuck. Fuckㅡ“Please…” I moaned, tipping my head back as my fingers reached up t

~~Indigo~~“Uh—I—um…” My mouth opened, closed, then opened again. Nothing came out. “This isn’t—uh—what it looks like, Teresa.”Fantastic. I sounded guilty as hell.Teresa’s brows lifted, expectant as she waited for me to come up with something more plausible. Braxton shifted beside me, running a hand through his hair. “She’s right,” he said finally his voice hard. “It’s not what it looks like.”Thank God.“I just came to check on her,” he added, his tone even. “Wanted to say goodbye. We’re leaving early tomorrow, and she’ll probably still be asleep by the time we head out. Thought it would be best to just tell her goodbye before Bianca and I leave tomorrow”That caught my attention and I blinked. “Wait—what? You’re leaving tomorrow morning?”He nodded once, not meeting my gaze again. “Yeah. No point staying longer. Might as well start the honeymoon early.”I frowned, turning to look at him properly. “But you said you’d stay one more day. That was the plan.”He shrugged. “Plans change

~~Indigo~~My alarm beeped continuously but I didn't make an effort to get up from the bed. Morning light filtered in through the blinds and I groaned, forcing myself to sit up, my hair ruffled and messy from tossing and turning overnight.Sleep hadn’t been kind — my brain had spent the entire night replaying those four lines from the mystery client’s note.Every forever deserves its colors…The blush of first glances… The ivory of promises made…The wine of love shared…What was I supposed to do with that? Paint a wall with a rainbow? Throw a party themed after a box of crayons?Forcing myself up, I shuffled to the kitchen, my limbs aching. I groaned, rubbing at my eyes as I poured steaming coffee into my favorite mug that was chipped at the edge. “Clues and fucking poetry do not go hand in hand,” I muttered, stirring in way too much sugar. “Thought this was going to be fun but it's messing me the fuck up.”Leaning against the counter, I sipped and stared blankly out of the kitchen win

~~Indigo~~If one more person told me to smile today, I was going to throw my laptop at someone and deal with the consequences later.Between the endless revisions, trying to pick the right color combo to send it back to my boss for approval, and Richard’s smug voice dropping gems like “maybe we should go with my design, you’re new to luxury events after all”, I was two seconds away from flipping my desk and throttling Richard.By the time the clock hit six, I was done. Fuck this. I needed to go home and just spend an hour in my bathtub, trying to cold my tensed muscles.Slade had texted an hour ago saying “Dinner at seven. I'll pick you up by 6:30. Hope you aren't too tired, we can have a small stop before the main meal of tonight which is going to be you by the way”Maybe I'd have read that with a blush creeping up my cheeks but right now, I could only stare at his message with a scowl on my face.Yeah, no. I wasn’t in the mood for his flirting words and wide grins. Not tonight. I

~~Indigo~~“You sent it without telling me?” Richard’s voice cut through the boardroom like a whip, angry and sharp.Tell me why I agreed to come to this fucking meeting? Right because my boss was around and he said I needed to be there.Fuck.I closed my eyes briefly, counting to three. “You were at lunch.”“That’s not an excuse,” he fired back, leaning forward with that stupid superiority complex plastered on his face. “We’re supposed to be a team, remember? You don’t make executive decisions alone.”I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying not to haul a curse word at him. “The client asked for me, Richard. Me. Not we.”He turned sharply to our boss, jabbing a finger in my direction. You have got to be kidding me. “See? This is exactly what I was talking about.”I followed his gaze, hoping—praying—he’d say something reasonable.Instead, he sighed. “Indigo, Richard has a point.”My stomach sank and I sat up in my chair. “What?”“You’re brilliant, yes,” he continued, his hands folded o