All Chapters of My New Boss Is My Brother's Best Friend: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

266 Chapters

Feeling Guilty

Hunter's POVOkay, I'm fucking tired, frustrated and I'm about ready to strangle my foreman for throwing his daughter in my face. I don't remember ever having a week so... vexing! Normally, I've got a cool head on my shoulders, but something about the fact Mark has been pushing me, and Portia's sudden insistence... Not to mention Chelsea.Come to think of it, it isn't even Chelsea that is the problem. It's me! She's a sweet girl and if I'd just been nice to her... If I haven't been actively trying to push her away from me, then maybe...All I want to do is to take a damn shower and scrub this filth off my body. I want to go and sleep for a few hours before getting on my computer and getting some of the paperwork done that has been piling up on my desk for weeks now.I look down at the lipstick stain on my collar and growl. What the hell did Portia think she was doing? Just because I was fucking hard as stone doesn't give her the right to climb up on my lap and do what she wants with m

Showering Off

Well, it wasn't that. It wasn't watching her retreating figure march like a soldier from the room, keeping up the wall I've placed between the two of us. I want to change that, but how?I want to go and explain exactly what happened at work, but I'm so fucking frustrated right now I don't know if I could do it without blowing up. I don't want to blow up at Chelsea. That would make everything worse than I've already made it.I swallow hard and try to reign in my aggravation before I put a hole in my wall with my fist. "Shit!" I snarl at myself. "This is all your fucking fault! When the hell will you grow a pair and just deal with your fucking issues?!" I demand.But I don't have an answer for myself.I stomp into my room and slam the door behind me. What the fuck have I done? I fucking just made my own situation worse because I was greedy and wanted her to fucking fight for me.I wanted her to come up to me and yell at me. I wanted her to tell me she was better than anyone I'd ever had

Hurting

Chelsea's POVWell, if I thought I'd had a hard day before when I took my quiz with only half my brain and blurry answers, it just got that much harder.Tinsley was a handful, but what do you expect from a toddler? At least she was a happy hurricane. If she had been the only thing I'd had to deal with today, I think I would've been alright. But of course, the life of a gown-up is never as easy as a 2-year-olds.The second I heard Hunter walk through the door, I could feel the shift. Something was off. I wasn't sure what the hell it was, and I really wasn't in a hurry to know.And then I smelled it. This cheap cloying perfume that stung my nose. I never wear perfume. It irritates my eyes. I only wear bodywash and shampoo, and sometime scented body lotions. Those normally don't transfer as much.I pretended like I didn't notice as I was playing with Tinsley, but the moment I turned around and saw the mark on his neck, my stomach sank. A bright red lipstick meant to make a claim. And he

Apologizing

Ah! The life of a 2-year-old. Such simple needs. No worries about careers, or life choices. Only sweet dreams and the pure knowledge that you are loved. Just how life should be.I stroke the curls from her flushed face. "Night, Tin-Tin."I'm startled to find Mr. Campbell leaning against the doorframe just watching us. He's dressed in gray sweatpants and a white tee shirt. His hair is still damp from his shower. Why does he have to looks so good like this? It's not fair!And here I am, once again in a soaked tee shirt and jeans. I probably look like a walking disaster. That's what I feel like anyway.There is a complicated look in his eyes I don't understand. He searches my face for something... what I'm not quite sure.He steps out into the hallway, and I can feel the restlessness as he waits for me. He can't stop moving his feet and his hands are dragging through his dark hair in agitation."Do you need something?" I whisper, leaving the door open just a crack.Mr. Campbell clears hi

Dragging

Chelsea's POVAfter my surprisingly sweet dinner with Hunter last night, I stayed up late, once again studying for my classes. I'm pretty sure I got at least some of the information locked away into my brain before everything turned to mush.Sandra came home and probably saw the bags under my eyes. I'm sure she understands. She's got the night shift after all. Then again, I'm sure she must take naps in the daytime... and somehow juggles to take care of her daughter at the same time.I'm pretty sure she's a witch or a genie or... something that can run on coffee and zero sleep."You know, Hunter wouldn't mind if you stayed the night, just to get some rest," she said the moment she saw me emerge from the room.I shake my head. "No, I'm fine. I really don't want to intrude," I insisted. I really didn't feel comfortable crashing here when I'm still on shaky terms with the homeowner. I don't want to push my luck, even though he basically said the same thing the other night.Besides, I need

Text from the Ex

By the time I make it to the Campbell's home, I'm feeling slightly more awake than I had earlier. I did in fact take a short nap between classes.I knock on the door and see a harried looking Sandra, open the door before giving me a once over. "I told you, you should've stayed the night!" She huffs, but there is no heat in it. "Don't worry, I remember those days staying up all night studying for my tests too. Just do yourself a favor, and remember in order for you to pass classes, you need rest!"I chuckle. "Thanks for the advice! I'll try to keep in mind in order for me to reach my dreams I need to actually be alive to live them!"Sluggishly I make it to the guest room and drop off my bag and make it back out to Sandra and Tinsley."Spaghetti is in the fridge, just needs to be warmed up. Feel free to help yourself to anything you need! I'll be back same time as always," she rushes through, grabbing her bag and throwing it over her shoulder.Then she bends down and kisses Tinsley's li

Jealousy

Hunter's POVI swear I was trying to give her some space and not look like a fucking jealous prick. I know she's allowed to text people and have friends... and maybe even a boyfriend... Or not.I actually really enjoyed our playtime on the floor. Chelsea was watching Tinsy color... She's a natural with her. I was curious if she was going into something that had to do with kids?"What are you going to school for?" I asked causally. I really want to get to know her better. I want to know everything about her! Her hopes, her dreams, her fears... all her dirtiest fantasies... And then I want to make them all come true."Oh! I'm actually hoping to teach Kindergarten and first grade," she blushes. "It's been a dream of mine to make little dreams come true," she sighed wistfully.And Damn! If that didn't do something to my chest... I wonder if she's ever wanted her own? I can see her, holding her own baby. I know she's still young, and has plenty of time to start her own family... Who would

Dirty Mind

I really want her here with me, but I can't exactly come out and say it. What the hell would I say? "So, Chelsea, I know you have your own life and all, but I need you! Don't go hang out with anyone that isn't me?" Yeah, that would go over really well, I'm sure."Yeah, I think I will," she says dreamily, then she starts to type her response with a cute little giggle, and I know I've lost.Fuck!The fact is, I don't even know if Sandy works this weekend or not. For all I know she has a 3-day weekend, but it doesn't change the fact that I don't want Chelsea to leave me alone. Actually, I want Chelsea alone... Just with me!Then again, maybe she will see that I'm not the selfish prick she originally thought I was because I'm letting her go? If I let her do this...Who the hell am I kidding? She's an adult and she makes her own choices. I don't control her, and I don't even think I would if I could. I want her to choose me! That is the whole fucking point! I want her to choose me and stay

Grouchy

Hunter's POVI woke up cranky. In fact, I really didn't want to get out of bed. I wanted to roll over and cover my face with my pillow and pretend the world doesn't exist. I want to get back to dreaming of things that may or may never happen.I spent half the night spying on Chelsea in her room. I didn't know when I turned into a damn stalker, but I can't help it. I wanted to burst into the room and just watch her!Well, that's a lie. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to tell her I'm falling in love with her, and I don't know how to stop it.After she finished with Tinsley's bath, and put her down for bed, I asked her if she needed anything, or I could order something for us to eat, but she told me she needed to do her homework. And that would've been fine... if I hadn't been listening to her giggle every time her phone interrupted her 'homework'.I finally fell asleep around 1 am, dreaming of filling her with my cock... fulfilling every filthy little desire she ha

Sulking

Finally, after my head cooled a little, my stomach growls loudly, and I notice it's lunch time and sigh in relief. I march my way back to my 'office', needing to be alone for a while. I'm hungry... Mostly for Chelsea, but actual food will get me through the day, and hopefully I'll be able to make it through the dayAnd I almost blow up. Why the hell does this keep happening to me? Am I fucking cursed? Have I been jinxed today? Is it see how much Hunter can take before he commits murder day and no one ever told me about it?What in hells name is the slut doing naked on my desk?Her legs are spread wide and she's playing with her breasts like they are an offering. "Hunter... I have a surprise for you," she moans.Well, yes, I am surprised. That is the one thing she got right. But that in no way means I want the offering."WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" I bellow. I swear my blood pressure is through the roof. I'm too fucking young to die of a heart attack!"Getting you in the

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