All Chapters of Desired by the Billionaire Brothers: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Veronica's POV:His sports car felt too hot all of a sudden.However, it wasn't the car... it was Max... shirtless above me.I just couldn't look at his intense blue eyes as he stripped me, making me cling to him.His sturdy hands moved with slowness, peeling away my dress, then my bra, exposing my breasts to the warm air inside the car.My skin prickled, nipples hardening instantly under his gaze.I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, as if hiding from the vulnerability he was forcing on me. But he wouldn't let me escape."Veronica..." he whispered darkly... that vibrated through my chest. "Just look at me..."I did... I forced my eyes up to meet his, those piercing blue depths pulling me in like a current. He hovered over me, his tattooed chest rising and falling, flexing his muscles with each breath.He was just too intense... like a tattooed demon god.A hot storm raged inside me, and I felt the heat pooling low in my belly, making my thighs clench together instin

Veronica's POV:Sleep wouldn't come.I'd been lying in bed for hours, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything... the confession, Theo's wounded eyes, the way Max had gone silent.The guilt was a living thing inside me, twisting and coiling until I couldn't stand it anymore.Maybe water would help. Or air. Or anything that wasn't this suffocating room.I slipped out of bed, pulling on a silk robe over my pajamas, and padded down the hallway on bare feet.The house was dark and quiet, everyone supposedly asleep. But as I approached the kitchen, I heard voices...They were coming from the dining area.I froze, my hand hovering over the door frame."I'm so tired of this, Max," Theo said, sharp with frustration I'd rarely heard from him."Tired of watching you play games with her. Confusing her.""Games?" Max's tone rose, defensive and raw. "You think this is a game for me?""What else would I call it?" Theo shot back. "You always get under her skin, you push boundaries—and for what? E

Veronica's POV:I pulled out the chair and sat down, smoothing the papers in front of me with trembling fingers. The header read: "Tri-Party Arrangement Agreement" in Theo's precise, professional font.Of course he'd given it an official title.I started reading, my eyes scanning the numbered sections:Rule 1: Group Dynamics.... When all three parties are present together, interactions shall remain platonic and friendly in nature. Romantic or physical gestures of affection are to occur only during one-on-one time between Veronica and the respective party of her choosing.Romantic courtship may only occur during one-on-one interactions between Veronica Whitmore and either Theodore Ashford OR Maximilain Ashford individually.All parties agree to a binding Non-Disclosure Agreement regarding the nature of this arrangement. No details shall be shared with outside parties, including but not limited to: family members, friends, colleagues, or media entities.Max leaned over my shoulder, readi

Veronica's POV:Let it be tails, I thought desperately as the coin spun through the air, catching the light.It landed with a soft clink on the coffee table.Heads.Theo groaned deeply... as he slumped back against the couch cushions.Max, on the other hand, was overjoyed. He literally jumped up on the couch like a kid who'd just won the snake and ladders game, pumping his fist in the air. "In your face, brother! I win!""As if you played an actual game and won," Theo criticized... with disdain. "This is just a chance game, bro. Not an actual thing.""A win's a win!" Max crowed, still standing on the couch like he was king of the world.I could only slam my palm against my forehead. These two brothers... they always found a reason to fight. Always.But beneath my exasperation, something else stirred. Terror, yes... the thought of going on a date with Max, unpredictable and intense Max, made my stomach flip with anxiety.But there was also something else, something I didn't want to ack

Veronica's POV:He was carrying me to the bedroom.I was acutely aware of every point of contact—his arms beneath my knees and around my back, the way my body pressed against his still-damp chest, the strength in his grip that made me feel weightless. My heart was still racing from the fall, from being caught, from the power of his overwhelming presence... he was just too magnetic. "Care to explain why you were even playing around in the kitchen?" His words rumbled through his chest... being this close... I felt it reverberate through my own body."I just wanted to help her... she seemed to be doing a lot of work alone...," I said defensively, trying not to focus on how good he smelled—like salt water and something distinctly Max, something that made my head spin."And look how that turned out for you." He shouldered open the door to my bedroom and carried me inside, placing me carefully on the edge of the bed. The gentleness of the gesture contrasted sharply with the sarcastic edg