All Chapters of Kissed My Ex's Brother : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

66 Chapters

Naughty Welcome

Adrian’s POV I barely made it through the penthouse door before the scent hit me rich chocolate and something floral, roses maybe, mingling with the low hum of jazz drifting from hidden speakers. The drive over had been torture, Elena’s pics burning holes in my brain, cock half-hard the whole way as I gripped the wheel too tight. Now, lights dimmed to a sultry glow, rose petals scattered like blood drops across the marble floor, leading from the foyer straight into the living room. Someone had set a scene straight out of my dirtiest fantasies, and I knew exactly who.“Elena?” My voice came out rougher than I meant, shedding my jacket as I followed the trail, pulse already thumping heavy. Bedroom door stood ajar, golden light spilling out, but movement caught my eye from the kitchen slow, deliberate steps in sky-high heels.She emerged like sin wrapped in red lace, the set from her pics clinging to every curve like it was painted on. Sheer bra cupped her full tits, nipples dark

The Blindfold Game

Lila’s POV Finally, this is happening. After all this time, I’m actually going to meet him that shadow who’s been playing stalker games with me, dropping gifts that hit way too close to home. This is his second shot at setting up a date, and if he ghosts again like last time, I’m done I’ll track him down and make him regret it. Those first packages were something else: dresses that fit like he’d watched me try on clothes, heels perfect for my arches, lingerie that had me turning red just holding it up. All wrapped up with notes that felt personal, like he knew my favorite scents or how I like silk against my skin. Creepy in the best way, and now tonight’s the night we actually lock eyes.I ran my hands over the dress he picked out for me, this deep emerald silk that clung in all the right places, slit up the thigh just enough to move with me. The sandals were spot-on too strappy gold ones that made my legs look killer. Underneath, that black lace lingerie set he sent, barely-there

The Stalker Revealed

Lila’s POVI stood there frozen, the blindfold slipping from my fingers to the sand as my brain short-circuited. Enzo Romano. *Enzo fucking Romano*. The same guy from Adrian's dinner the one whose eyes had tracked me all night like a hawk, asking questions that felt too pointed, too personal. My stalker wasn't some mysterious stranger lurking in shadows. It was him. All this time, every package, every note, every perfect gift… him."Y-you?" I finally stammered, voice cracking as I took a step back, heart hammering so loud I swore he could hear it. "How is this even possible? You?"Enzo stood calm as ever, hands in his pockets, that same unreadable look from the penthouse dinner softening just a fraction. Tall frame cutting sharp against the fairy lights, dark suit tailored perfect, hair swept back. "Yes, Lila. It's been me all along. The gifts, the notes, everything. I wasn't going to let chance decide if we'd meet."I blinked hard, still processing, mouth opening and closing like

Morning After

Enzo’s POVI woke up way too early, sun barely peeking over the skyline, my head still spinning from last night. Lila's laugh over wine glasses, the way she'd melted into me during that slow beach dance her body fitting against mine like we'd done it a hundred time.By 7 AM I was out of bed, hitting the 24-hour florist for a huge bouquet of white lilies mixed with pale roses, grabbing her favorite dark chocolates on the way. Coffee in hand from the lobby café, I drove to her place while the city was still quiet, streets empty under that soft gray light. After yesterday, the idea of waiting even one more day felt wrong impossible.I buzzed her place at 8 sharp, flowers heavy in one arm, chocolates tucked under the other. Door swung open after a sleepy yawn from the intercom, and there she was Lila in an oversized tee and shorts, hair a perfect mess, eyes going wide when she saw me standing there. "Enzo? You're here already? It's not even 9."I grinned, holding out the lilies and roses

Head vs Heart

Lila’s POV I've been sitting here with my laptop open to the same branding mockup for way too long now, the cursor just blinking at me like it's mocking my complete lack of focus. My head keeps wandering back to Enzo no matter how many times I try to shake it off, there he is. This morning's surprise visit with those lilies and roses still fresh in my nose, the way he'd showed up at 8 AM sharp like it was the most normal thing in the world, whisking eggs in my kitchen while I watched from the counter where he'd plopped me down. That casual little move-in suggestion over coffee "Penthouse has room for your design setups, mornings like this every day" keeps looping in my brain. Who drops that after one date and a breakfast? Part of me is screaming he's too good to be true, but another part the one that melted when he kissed the avocado off my nose wants to believe it. The stalker stuff still nags though. Those packages that showed up knowing my exact sizes, the perfume that matc

Rooftop Promise

Two days later – Enzo’s POVI wanted everything perfect for my girl tonight. she'd already made up her mind texted me yesterday saying yes to moving in, her words lighting me up like nothing else. *"Penthouse mornings sound too good to pass up. When do I pack?"* Couldn't wait to make it real. Spent the afternoon turning the private rooftop into our own private paradise pool glowing soft blue under string lights, champagne chilling in a silver bucket, strawberries sliced and ready on a low glass table, massage oils warming beside thick towels. Fresh linens draped the loungers, city skyline stretching endless beyond the glass railing. She deserved the world, and this was just the start.Texted her to come up around 8, heart picking up when the elevator dinged open. Lila stepped out in a simple white sundress that hugged her curves just right, hair loose and wavy, that nervous-excited smile hitting me square. "Enzo… holy crap, you did all this? The pool, lights it's like a movie set.

Paris Bound

Elena's POV I still can't believe this is happening. Got the call yesterday afternoon Paris Fashion Week, one of the biggest luxury brands in Europe wants me for their spring campaign visuals. Complete rebrand package: lookbooks, runway graphics, digital assets, the works. Six figures, week-long trip to Paris, my name on every press release. And get this it's all because of Adrian. He'd casually shown my portfolio to one of their execs during a dinner last month, saying I was the best in the game. They remembered, reached out, and now here I am, pacing the penthouse with my phone still buzzing from congratulatory texts. This is the break I've been chasing for years. Called Mom and Dad first thing this morning, barely containing myself as I spilled the news over speakerphone. Mom gasped so loud I thought the line broke, then started crying happy tears while Dad boomed in the background,— "That's my girl! Knew you had it in you, Elena. Paris Fashion Week holy hell, we're framin

Penthouse Shadows

Lila's POV Moving day finally hit, and Enzo's penthouse feels like stepping into a dream I didn't know I wanted. Boxes stacked in the foyer, my design boards propped against floor-to-ceiling windows that frame the city like a painting. Space is unreal open layout, skylights pouring natural light perfect for sketching, massive kitchen island where he can make those killer omelettes while I work. Enzo's been hands-on all day, carrying the heavy stuff up the private elevator, pointing out closets with built-in organizers for my fabric swatches and moodboards. "This one's yours," he says, sliding open a walk-in bigger than my old bedroom. "Unlimited storage no more Tetris with your supplies." I laugh, setting down a box of markers and tablets, already picturing late nights here with coffee and deadlines. "You're spoiling me. This is designer heaven." He just grins that quiet way of his, brushing a quick kiss across my temple before heading back down for another load. Everything fe

Cousin's Claim

Third Person POVThe penthouse doorbell chimed sharp through the open layout, pulling Lila from her sketching at the kitchen island where sunlight streamed across her fresh moodboards. Enzo glanced up from his laptop in the living room, brow furrowing nobody buzzed up without clearance. "Stay here," he murmured, crossing to the intercom with that instinctive caution that came from his world of imports and shadowy deals. Lila watched curious, pencil still in hand, as he hit the screen."Sofia?" His voice flattened, recognition mixing with irritation. "What are you doing here?"Screen flickered to life with a woman in her mid-twenties, platinum blonde hair cascading perfect over a leather jacket, lips curled in that pouty smile she'd weaponized since they were kids. Sofia Vitti the adopted kid in the family, raised alongside Enzo like a cousin but always carrying a torch for him that blood never quite justified. Same sharp features as the family aesthetic, but none of his restraint. "

Crimson Lies

Third Person POVSofia Vitti lingered in the penthouse lobby, her manicured fingers trembling slightly with anticipation as she stared at the elevator panel. She’d been nursing this rage ever since she saw Lila waltz into Enzo’s life like she owned it living in *his* penthouse, wearing *his* shirts, stealing what Sofia had waited years for. Family dinners, stolen glances across tables laden with pasta and wine, those moments when Enzo’s hand brushed hers during holidays… all wasted because of some designer with big eyes and bigger dreams. Tonight, she’d make Lila see she didn’t belong. The small tube of vivid red lipstick in her clutch felt like a loaded gun.Up on the rooftop, the golden hour wrapped Lila and Enzo in a perfect bubble. The city skyline glittered below the glass railing, candles flickering across their intimate setup grilled sea bass with lemon herb glaze still steaming gently, fresh strawberries nestled beside chocolate-dipped madeleines, and two glasses of crisp whi

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