Alle Kapitel von MARRIED TO MY EX FIANCE'S STEP BROTHER : Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

Kieran's pov. I was drunk — but not drunk enough to lose control. I should have moved away when Michelle kissed me. I knew she was drunk and had no idea of what she was doing. I should have been the bigger person and moved away, but I couldn't. Instead I deepened the kiss. Her lips felt warm and soft against mine, pulling him in. All the anger, resentment, controlled attitude I had maintained all throughout the years disappeared into thin air. I pulled her closer, my hands gripping her waist hard. She was drunk, but the way she pressed into me showed she wanted this bad. She pulled away slowly, staring into my eyes with those glassy, tempting eyes. It was like they were telling me to ruin her. And I was going to do just that. I kissed her again, slow and deep, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She moaned low, the sound vibrating through me, making my cock twitch and harden in my pants.Michelle shifted on my lap, grinding her hips down. The friction against my bulge sent sparks

Author’s POV. Soft music played from a speaker hidden somewhere in the large bathroom. Steam filled the air, curling around the mirrors and blurring the lights.A woman lay in a wide white bathtub, her head resting against the edge, one arm hanging loose, a glass of red wine balanced carefully in her hand.She was whistling, slowly. Almost happy like she had just won an award. The bathroom door opened and her mother walked in, folding her hands under her breasts. “Looks like today was a wonderful day for you,” her mother smiled, taking a step closer. “What's the special occasion?”The woman smiled to herself and took a sip of her wine. “I’m in a good mood.”“What’s so good that it made you whistle like a bird?”The woman let out a soft laugh. She tilted her head back and stared at the ceiling.“Kieran and Michelle had sex.”There was a short pause before her mother shouted. “What!!”The woman turned her head slightly. “And you are here whistling?” She frowned. “Shouldn't you be bo

Michelle’s POV. I sat in my office, face buried in my hands, thinking about all the recent activities that happened recently. I haven’t recovered from the little sex episode with Kieran, and I don’t clearly remember the details. Now he caught me with Damien. What the hell is wrong with me?I groaned, trying to focus on anything but yesterday or the day before that. After almost an hour of pretending to work, Mira walked into my office.“Michelle.”I looked up quickly. “Yes?”“Kieran wants to see you.”My heart dropped to my stomach. “Oh,” I said softly. “Now?”“Yes. Now.”I nodded. “Okay.”She stood there for a second like she wanted to say something more. Then she turned and left.I sat there for a few seconds after she left. I had successfully dodged Kieran yesterday — even though I had a thousand things to say to him for letting fall into the mud. But looks like fate decided it was time to deal it. I stood up slowly and walked to his office. Each step felt like I was walking

Michelle’s POV. “I really wish you were here with me,” I said into the phone as I rolled my bag out of the airport.Lana laughed loudly on the other end. “Trust me, I wanted to come too. But I have something important to attend to. You know I would never miss Paris for anything small.”I sighed, looking around at the busy airport. “It feels strange without you.”“I know,” she said softly. “But you’ll survive. You have Kieran.”Kieran. Yeah, the last man I wanted to see right now. At that moment, Kieran called my name from a few steps away. He was standing straight, looking calm and serious as always.I covered the phone. “Give me a moment,” I whispered to him.He nodded once and turned back to the guards. “I have to go soon,” I told Lana.“Wait!” she said quickly. “You must try out all the clubs I told you about.”“Clubs?” I laughed.“Yes! I know so many of them. Private ones. And guess what? None of them are owned by Kieran so you don't have to be scared. You should mark your scen

KIERAN'S POV.I only agreed to this public figure nonsense cause I wanted to focus freely on chasing the lead. I don't need proof or a seer to tell me that Paul had placed someone somewhere to give him a report about my activities in Paris. After Tami's arrest, I couldn't help but notice how extra vigilant he became. And he also became an asshole. While the crew were taking our pictures, I was secretly communicating with the people following up with the lead. And this invitation was another great opportunity to communicate without any interference. Madame Silver was one of my major art buyers. She bought almost every piece from me, and she helped in expanding that art business in Paris. We talked a few times, strictly about business and that was it. My acceptance of this invitation must have been a shock for her. Michelle went through all the clothes we bought earlier. Honestly, I have never seen her that anxious to pick a fucking dress.I had nothing to do, so I watched her almo