The Wrong Brother’s Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Sophie He reached out and grabbed me until I was in the middle of his wide legs. He was still sitting on the edge of the chair but it didn't matter because in one swift movement and with very minimal effort, I was so damn close to him. I swallowed hard, looking away. “What?” he asked. “You want to pretend like you're not dying to kiss me?”My brows arched up at the choice of his words. “Get off me, Alexander. I do not want to kiss you.” As I said the words,’whole body stiffened. I know it's a lie and that I want to badly kiss him but not because of the person knocking.“We can ignore the door,” he continued. “You know I don't like no distraction.”He’s so close now, I can feel the warmth of his breath cutting through the cold air. If I were to look at him, his face would be mere inches from mine.I continued looking away because if I look at him now, he’d probably kiss me and I'm going to be unable to resist. “Do you want me to taste your cunt and see if that pussy wants to kiss

Sophie Immediately after the call ended, I noticed movements in a distance.“Alex??”He stopped. “Hey.”I sniffed. The last thing I want is for him to notice I was actually sobbing.“Yeah, hey,” I said shyly. “How long have you been standing there?”“Not long.” he looked around. “You need something?”“I should be asking you that,” I mumbled. “I literally caught you staring.”I straightened my spine and crossed the room. I’m halfway to the bed when he chuckled.I had absolutely no idea what was going through his head and so I turned, watching his gaze shamelessly trail down my bare legs.“You’re still staring,” I snapped. “I just remembered the night I bought that shirt,” he said, gesturing at me with a lazy grin.My stomach flipped and I rolled my eyes. “Speaking of shirts… I don't sleep with clothes on.”“Woah.”I shook my head. “No. Don't do that. I don't sleep comfortably with clothes on but you're here and I can't sleep naked.”“That's crazy. Sorry?”“This is a mansion,” I start

Sophie As if this "meet my family shit" hasn't been full of enough unwelcome surprises, the asshole Derrick is walking in with another complication in the form of their half-brother, Noah.They may think I do not know him but I've met him twice and nobody mentioned anything about his connection with the Weillman’s until I saw him at my supposed wedding with Derrick. He's a few years older than me and working as a real estate broker elsewhere. That may be the reason I never knew him. From the moment I walked out of the room and stepped onto the dock, all eyes were on me. I don't think anyone remembers me as the one who ought to have married Derrick. It's been some years and even though that's never going to get blurred, I actually hope nobody remembers me.I've put in good work to look different and that should count for something. Alexander asked me to go sit down and that was exactly what I did. There's an empty seat which just so happens to be next to me at the brunch table se

Sophie The bass from the speaker vibrated through the floor, matching the rhythm of my breathing. I focused on the burn in my thighs, the stretch in my muscles, the way the pain literally felt with each movement. Shit.This should be the last activity before I head home. I can't miss leg days for anything and certainly not for the chaos going on since the pictures made it to the internet.For my sanity, I haven't bothered to go through comments on blogs. I was just finishing a set when I saw him in the mirror.Bet. For a second, I thought I was imagining it but that can't be. It's Albert for crying out loud and he sure as hell can show up whenever and wherever. I'm pretty sure he's here to ask away everything he's seen and I don't blame him. Anyone in his shoes would need a clarification.Our eyes met through the glass, and I knew for a fact that I’m not wrong. He was standing a few feet behind me, hands shoved into his pockets, that familiar crease between his brow already comi

AlexanderMark, my doorman, nodded in our direction as he opened the door for us to enter the building.“Where the hell are you taking me to??” Sophie asked. She's clearly not in the mood for what's waiting for her. “Whose house are we going to?”“You’ll see.”Standing tall with a neatly trimmed beard and salt-and-pepper hair, he never fails to offer a warm, welcoming smile when I walk by.“Thanks, Mark.” I shook his hand.“My pleasure. This must be—”“This is Sophie,” I announced. “My wife.”Sophie is going to be the first and only woman brought to this house. I’ve brought a few women back to my apartment but this is our home now. “Congratulations, sir.” Mark looked at Sophie who was still trying hard to understand what was going on. “Welcome home, Mrs Weillman.” She smiled back at him. “Thank you, uh…”“Mark.” “Right. Thank you Mark, I appreciate it.”“Shall we?” We headed inside, and Sophie just kept looking around. I know she's used to big houses like this but I'm certain sh