Semua Bab LOVE THY SISTER'S HUSBAND : Bab 21 - Bab 30

...CASSIDY…*****I crossed my legs, watching him like a hawk.“What’s your password?” I repeated, slower this time.Soren just sat there, tense.The silence stretched. Seconds passed, then a full minute. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak.My brows furrowed. “What, cat got your tongue?” I asked, feigning lightness. “It’s not like I haven’t used your phone before.”He still said nothing, he just stared at his food, like the answer might be written there.And that’s when something ugly coiled in my chest. He’s hiding something.The thought hit me hard enough to make my pulse quicken. Because God knows, I’ve had my share of secrets, texts I deleted, names I erased, numbers I never saved — but this? This silence from him felt wrong. It has never happened before.I tilted my head, studying him. “You know, Soren, if you wanted privacy, you could’ve just said so. You don’t need to act like I’m about to find state secrets in your phone.”His lips twitched. “It’s not that.”“Then what is it?” I pu

...RILEY...******Without breaking eye contact, I dropped to my knees on the tiled floor, the cool surface grounding me as water puddled around us. I reached for a dish towel from the counter first, dabbing at the spill half-heartedly, but my real focus was on him.He stood there, unmoving, his jeans tenting at the front from the obvious bulge straining against the denim. My mouth watered at the sight, and I positioned myself right in front of him, my face inches from his crotch.I reached a hand out, pretending to dab at the spill on the floor, letting my knuckles graze the hard line of his cock. Fuck, he’s huge.I heard his sharp intake of breath. Yes. My fingers went to his zipper. I could already taste him, already feel that thick heat stretching my lips. But then his hand clamped around my wrist, hard. He yanked me to my feet.“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Riley?”His voice was a low growl, rough with something that wasn’t just anger. It was an untamed need. Before

…RILEY…****I slipped into the hospital ward quietly, balancing a tray of food and a paper bag filled with fruits, hoping the nurse at the desk wouldn’t notice how late I was showing up.The steady beep of machines greeted me first, then the sight of her—my mom—propped up in bed, very much awake and wearing the kind of frown that could make grown men cry.“Hello, stranger,” she said, her voice dry but laced with that familiar sass. “Who are you again?”I winced, shutting the door behind me with my foot. “Oh good, you remember sarcasm. I was worried the coma took that too.”She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at her lips. “You didn’t come yesterday, Riley. You know what it’s like waking up and not seeing a single familiar face?”“Yeah, I do,” I muttered under my breath, setting the tray on her bedside table. “It’s called every family dinner we’ve ever had.”“Riley.”“Okay, okay,” I sighed, walking closer. “I’m sorry. I was… busy.”Her brow lifted, skeptical.

…RILEY…*****“Come in.”My fingers tightened on the tray as I pushed his office door open with my hip.Soren motherfucking Knight was propped on his leather couch like a fallen king. His shirt was rumpled, unbuttoned just enough to show a tempting V of his chest. Fuck, he even fakes being sick sexily. He looked deliciously wrecked, and it made my cunt clench with a hot, immediate pulse.“Here you go, boss. Chicken soup, just like the doc ordered,” I said, setting the tray down. I let my voice stay light, teasing, but my eyes didn’t play. They locked onto his, feeding on the dark fire I’d lit days ago. “Though I bet you’re faking it to get out of… .”He shifted, the leather sighing under his weight. “I’m not faking anything. Flu’s got me down. Thanks for this.” He said curtly and I took it as a cue to leave immediately but when he took the bowl, his gaze dipped from my eyes to my chest, to the way my shorts hugged my hips as I leaned against his massive desk. Yes. Look. You know yo

…SOREN…****Lukas was already there when I walked into the A+list bar. He was sitting in our usual corner booth, two glasses of whiskey waiting. He raised his glass when he saw me.“Well, look who’s not dead,” he drawled. “For a man who’s supposedly sick, you look suspiciously alive.”I huffed out a laugh, sliding into the booth across from him. “Guess the rumors of my demise were exaggerated.”If only Lukas knew I faked it just to get Riley to come in, he'd lose his goddamn mind. “You’re a terrible liar. ‘Working from home,’ my ass.”He shrugged, grinning. “Here. Drink up.”We clinked glasses. The whiskey burned going down, sharp and smoky, but for the first time in weeks, I could drink peacefully. Life has been amazing since she arrived, I hate to admit. Lukas studied me for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly. “You look… different,” he said finally. “Lighter. Happier. What happened? Did the board finally pull their heads out of their collective ass?”“Something like that.” I smirk