All Chapters of FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER. : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

My thumb hovered over the screen, shaking just enough to piss me the fuck off. I stared at those words like if I looked hard enough, they’d rearrange themselves into something that didn’t feel like a kick to the balls.What the hell did I mis mean? I missed you? I miss you? I’m missing a screw? What the actual fuck was she trying to say? The message sat there in our chat, half-typed like she’d started something and then chickened out. Or maybe she was drunk. Or maybe she just wanted to fuck with my head one more time. What did she want from me now, after she’d been the one to tell me to leave her alone?My heart wouldn’t quit racing. It was slamming against my ribs like it was trying to break out and run straight to her. And lower? Jesus Christ. My dick twitched, already half-hard just from seeing her name pop up. One stupid, broken message and my body was ready to throw away every ounce of self-respect I had left. I hated her for it. Hated myself more.I started typing anyway. My th

I turned around slowly, the cigarette still hanging from my lips like it was glued there. The smoke curled up into the night air, mixing with the woodsmoke from the barrels.Morgan, Tyler’s mom, stood there in the shadows with her arms crossed tightly over her gray sweater. The porch light from the house didn’t reach this far back, so her face was half-hidden, but I could feel her eyes boring into me anyway with that mom-look she’d had since we were kids, the one that said she knew you were up to no good before you even opened your mouth."It’s not good courtesy for the host to leave his guests alone for a smoke," she said. Her voice was quiet but it carried a weight that pinned me to the spot.I straightened up quickly, and flicked the ash off the end of my cigarette. It scattered on the dirt at my boots."Mrs. Starling. Shit, I didn’t... I mean, sorry. Just needed a breather, you know? The party’s getting a little loud out there."She stepped closer, and the firelight from the neare

Another man was there, kneeling between Darren’s legs with his head bent and his mouth working. Darren’s fingers were tangled in his dark hair, and his face was twisted in pleasure.They both froze when the light hit them.The man lifted his head first and turned toward the intrusion. My breath locked in my chest because I knew him. I knew those dark, intense eyes because they were always throwing silent daggers at me from across the room. It was Ilya.His eyes widened for a split second. Then it was gone. The calm look he’d had a moment ago vanished like it had never been there. His face closed off, with his jaw tightening as if he’d locked something away, and a scowl slowly pulled across his mouth.I should go. I should turn around and walk away because this was beyond awkward, it was a nuclear level violation. I needed to move my feet, I needed to take one step back and disappear. But I was stuck. My limbs felt like they were filled with wet concrete, keeping me rooted exactly wher

Landon's POVIt had been three days since my birthday and my life still felt like someone had taken a hammer to it and walked away.Morgan’s words kept replaying in my head whether I wanted them to or not. The baby Kasey was carrying was mine. Not Darren’s. Every time I thought about it, my brain reacted the same way; disbelief first, then anger, then something heavier that I didn’t know what to do with.At first, I thought Morgan was bluffing. I figured she was saying it because she believed it was what I wanted to hear. But she didn’t stop there. She told me everything; how Kasey found out she was pregnant, how she broke down, how completely devastated she’d been. And the more Morgan talked, the harder it became to doubt her. She was Kasey’s mother, after all. There was no way she would lie to me about something like that.The door to the guest bedroom I'd turned into mine opened and Tyler walked in with a mug of coffee. He set it on the bedside table, grinning like he was proud of

Kasey’s POV I woke up that morning feeling like a truck had run me over. My head was foggy, my stomach twisted in knots, and every muscle in my body screamed for more sleep.Yesterday I was supposed to go shopping for Darren’s mom, and get her a birthday gift. I had every intention of doing it and even picked an outfit, but sometime around mid-morning the exhaustion swallowed me whole. I lay down "just for a minute' and that minute turned into the entire day. Darren had ended up going out after work to handle the shopping himself, and by the time he got back, I was already out cold. I didn't even hear him come in.Now it was the day we were supposed to hit the road to his family's place. I stared at the ceiling for a minute, debating if I could fake being too sick to go. But I'd promised Darren, and backing out now would just make things weird. Plus, his mom's birthday was a big deal, and I didn't want to be the reason he showed up empty-handed or alone. With a groan, I dragged myse