Semua Bab Dirty Cravings; Big Bad Brother: Bab 31 - Bab 40

~~Slade~~She just stood there, staring at Braxton, her chest heaving like she had seen a ghost or something.No one spoke for a second, and I just stared at her, confusion written all over my face. Okay, what? What was even going on here?When Braxton didn’t say anything, she repeated herself. “You…” Her voice trembled like she was stuck trying to come down from her high. “You’re behind the whole setup. Don’t shit with me, this was all your plan, right? Was this a surprise for me?”Braxton blinked, clearly confused. “Wait, what—?”And right then, I knew. She was wrong. Completely wrong. I was about to open my mouth and tell her that Braxton didn’t have anything to do with it when I noticed the way she looked at him. It was like he hung the stars in his eyes, and she desperately wanted to believe that he was the one who did this.So before Braxton could open his mouth and ruin it, I stepped forward. “Yeah,” I said casually, leaning against the counter. “He is.”The two of them turned

~~Indigo ~~“I should go apologize to Emily,” I muttered, brushing lint off my dress.Braxton nodded, handing me a glass, his expression soft. “You sure? Seemed like you both didn’t end it on good terms again.”I shrugged. “Yeah, well.”He tilted his head to the side, his lips pulling into a frown, and for a second, I let my gaze drop to his lips again. I had felt them against mine, and I could only think of one thing — I wanted to feel them again.“I could come with you.” His words snapped me back to reality.I could think of different ways that this would go wrong. “No, I can go on my own. Besides, I kinda owe you a refill,” I joked, trying to lighten the mood.My gaze shifted to the house beside us, which was still blasting music. She was probably still at the bar. If there was one thing Emily did best, it was turning to booze when things came to shit.“Don’t take too long,” Braxton called out after me as I walked back to the house, gripping the glass he had given me tightly in my

~~Slade~~The cell felt heavy, the smell of whatever they used to disinfect it weighed heavily in the atmosphere, pressing down on me.My feet tapped incessantly against the floor, my head tipped back against the walls while I just waitedㅡ I wasn't sure what I was waiting for.It had been a few hours and the small space was already beginning to feel suffocating. I waited for indie to come get me out least but it had been about 5 hours already and there was no sign of her.Something in me clenched. Jeez, I needed to have backup plan, she probably didn't give a fuckㅡThe lock to the cell rattled as a police officer fumbled with it, his brows knitted in concentration as he fiddled with the cold steel. The lock clicked open and he sighed, his hand on his belt. “Come on out, Mr Fallon”I pushed myself off the wall, a blank look on face as I muttered a ‘finally’ under my breath before making my way forward, making sure to stop right at where he stood so I could look at him. “Am I free to go

~~Indigo~~The first thing that hit me as my eyes fluttered open was the sight of fluffy brown hair backing me.Slowly, I sat up in bed, my eyes droopy as I tried to come to terms with what happened. Wait, what happened?My gaze slid back to the warm body laying beside me and my heart lurched. I can't believe it. I had sex with Braxton.Oh god, oh god. Memories of last night came rushing in and I felt dizzy. IㅡThere was a sharp knock on the door, making me jerk, adjusting my shirt so I could cover up easily while a stupid grin spread my lips.“Coming” I swung my legs off the bed, already going across the room to answer the door when I heard the voice.“Indie? Are you okay?”That made me freeze. “Braxton?” I called out to make sure, panic and confusion gripping me.“Yeah, it's quite late in the morning” He called back, his words muffled by the door separating the two of us.Oh god.My gaze slid back to the person on the bed just as the person groaned, rolling over, the blanket falling

~~Indigo~~I sat in the hotel room, my back pressed against the soft couch. My legs were crossed over one other, my feet tapping against the floor nervously as I held up a glass of wine to my lips.I had been sipping wine for the last thirty minutes for no reasonㅡ okay, maybe I wanted to get a bit drunk.If I did get drunk, then it would all be easier to say and do.Braxton was late. My gaze darted to the wall clock ticking like a time bomb in the corner. It felt like my death bell, tolling in the spacious room.Looking around the room I had booked, I felt like I was overdoing it, maybe he wouldn't come and then, I would be left hanging and I would never be able to look him in the eye againㅡA sharp rap on the door made me freeze, my face paling as I gripped the glass tighter in my head.Braxton.Immediately, I stood to my feet, dropping the glass so I could fix the straps of my gown, trying to motivate myself before I sauntered over to the door and opened it.There he was. He looked