Lahat ng Kabanata ng FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER. : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

I held her there on my lap, and fuck if time didn’t slow down. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours, and the crazy thing was; she didn’t fight it. Didn’t slap me, didn’t cuss me out, didn’t even try to slide off. If anything, she settled in deeper. Her head rested against my shoulder and her body went soft against mine like it remembered exactly where it belonged. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for her to shove me away and remind me she had a husband now, but it never came. We stayed like that for a long minute, maybe two. The only sound was the ragged symphony of our breathing and the distant hum of the refrigerator. She was here. And she wasn’t running. I couldn’t help myself. "Did you miss me?" I asked in a low voice testing the waters. She rolled her eyes, but there was no real heat behind it. Just that familiar spark she always had when I pushed her buttons. I grinned despite the ache in my chest. "That’s a damn shame, Trouble. Because I missed you every

Landon's POV I stood in Tyler's kitchen, the morning sun filtering through the blinds, casting stripes across the counter. My mood was sky-high after last night; and hell, this morning too. Kasey and I had gone at it like we hadn't seen each other in weeks, which wasn't far from the truth. I'd woken up with a raging hard-on, and I couldn't resist nudging her awake. We didn't stop until we were both wrecked, sweaty and satisfied. Fuck, I still couldn't wrap my head around it; she'd let me touch her, kiss her, do everything I'd been dreaming about. The delusional part of my brain, the part still drunk on her skin, was screaming that she was back. That maybe this meant she was mine again. But the smarter part knew better. She was married. I was married. Technically. But not for long. Couldn’t be for long, not after last night. I'd fix that shit soon.I decided to make breakfast to surprise her. Pancakes seemed easy enough, but I went for something fancier; eggs Benedict. Because why t

I didn't say anything.Landon had just said the kid might not be his, and I couldn't find a single thing to say back. My mind went blank, like someone had hit pause on everything.I picked up my fork again, more out of habit than hunger, and nudged the hash browns around my plate. The nausea hadn’t fully gone away. It lurked low in my stomach, waiting for the wrong smell or thought to push it back up. I took a small bite anyway, chewed slowly, then gave up and reached for the glass of juice insteadLandon shifted beside me. I could feel his attention like heat on my skin. "Kasey? Did you hear what I just said?"I nodded, my eyes fixed on the condensation sliding down the glass. "Yeah, I heard you.""Then why aren’t you saying anything?" His voice was edged with confusion and maybe a little frustration.I finally looked at him. "What is there to say, Landon?"His mouth opened, then closed. He looked at Tyler, like he was checking for backup, but Tyler stayed quiet, watching us with tha

Kasey’s POV"The baby? What baby?" The voice cut through the thick silence from the hallway. My head whipped around. Tyler was standing there, leaning against the doorframe with a weird look on his face.I hadn’t even seen him. All my focus had been locked on Landon’s face, watching the color drain from it, watching his expression shatter into a million pieces.Darren stiffened beside me for only a second. Then he laughed awkwardly like he’d just told a harmless joke that landed wrong."Oh... hey, man," he said, standing up from the stool. "Didn’t realize you were there."Tyler blinked. "Yeah. I, uh… I heard you guys talking so I came."Darren walked toward him with a friendly smile, his hand already reaching out. "How are you feeling? Kasey said you weren’t great last night so I came to see you. I hope you don't mind me barging in without an invitation."Tyler shook his hand politely but I could tell he was just trying to be civil. "I’m fine. I'm already on antibiotics so the pain s

I leaned against my bike, lighting up a smoke to calm my nerves. My hands still shook from bottling up all that rage inside—rage at Reeves, at the Ravens, at my old man for treating me like a kid, and most of all at that smug fuck Darren sitting there like he ran the show. I inhaled deeply, letting the nicotine hit my system, but it didn't do shit to erase the image of him grinning across the table. Fucker had no right being there, acting like family. In-laws my ass.Footsteps crunched on the gravel behind me. I didn't turn around at first, figuring it was Tyler or Leo checking if I was good. But then that voice hit me, smooth and oily, like a snake sliding over rocks."Landon. We need to talk."I spun slowly, flicking ash off my cigarette. Darren stood there with his hands in his pockets and that fake-ass smile plastered on his face. His suit looked out of place among the bikes and leather cuts, like he was too good for this shit. "I don't have a fucking thing to say to you," I gro