All Chapters of My Brother's rich best friends: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

GAVINFor a while, it’s like this—conversation flowing easily, food passed without hesitation, Parker brushing her hand across mine whenever she reaches for another dumpling. Phil stays quiet, but I watch him watch her. Watch us.I see it happen gradually. His eyes track the way Jack talks to Lyra like she’s already the smartest person in the room. And to be sure, she clearly is. I suspect Levi could give her a run for her money, but he’s too quiet to prove it. The way Harrison leans down to help Levi tie his shoelace when he comes back from the hallway, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. The way Parker keeps touching all three of us without even realizing—casual, unguarded, like she knows we’re hers.Phil isn’t smiling. But he isn’t scowling either. That’s progress.By the time Parker’s mom brings out ice cream, there’s laughter spilling into every corner of the apartment. It’s a family. And I have no urge to run away from it.The kids are halfway through their second tin

HARRISONWe sit with the thought, the idea that this isn’t about taking turns or picking favorites. It’s about the fact that we are committed to the same woman, whatever comes next. And there’s no jealousy, no bickering. Just family.Maybe it should feel strange, but it feels natural.I glance down at my hands, flexing my fingers like I’m testing the weight of something I can’t see. “I didn’t grow up with much.”Jack glances over, but he doesn’t speak. Gavin just waits.“We didn’t have a car. Our apartment had cracks in the ceiling and mice in the walls. My mom turned tricks to make ends meet. I spent most of my time in the back alley or at the public library. I figured out early that money didn’t fix everything, but it sure as hell helped.”Gavin sets his bottle down. Jack stays still.“Vivian took me in, thanks to you.” I nod toward Gavin. “And I owe her. Even now. She saw something in me before anyone else did. For that, I owe her.”“She also weaponized you,” Gavin adds gently.I n

PARKER“I was a kid,” Harrison says, voice low. “And I’ve paid you back with interest. You don’t own me. Back off, or we will end this in ways you can’t take back.”“You think you can threaten me with your lies?” she hisses. “Pathetic.”“No,” Harrison says. “With the truth. You’ve been playing dirty for decades. Leaking stories, covering up crimes, blackmailing rivals. And we’re done letting you hide.”Her face tightens. “Never play a player, Harrison. You know that. If you had proof of anything, you would have used it by now.”Jack snaps, “No, we wouldn’t. We’re better people than you.”“And we do have evidence,” Harrison says, deadpan. “Financial trails. Emails. Affidavits. Even footage. The photos were just an amuse bouche. You wrecked your husband’s career, lied to Gavin about why he left, manipulated the entire board for years, and covered up vehicular homicides, accidental drownings, and other deaths.” He narrows his gaze on her. “I don’t bluff, Vivian. You’d do well to remember

PARKERJack walks in carrying four glasses—neat bourbon for Harrison, red wine for Gavin and me, and a flute of something bubbly for himself, because of course he thinks champagne makes him the fun one. He hands me my wine with a grin, his thumb brushing the side of my palm.“You okay?” he asks, his voice softer now.“Better than okay.”Gavin’s already seated on the sectional, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, one arm draped along the backrest like he’s waiting for someone to crawl into his lap and take what’s theirs.That someone is me. But I want to make them work for it.I let Harrison lead me toward the couch, but I don’t sit. I sip my wine slowly, turning so my robe slips just enough at the shoulder to show skin.It’s been months since I had the chance to simply feel wanted. Not in passing. Not in sleepy half-murmurs during midnight feedings. I want to be craved. Touched. Worshiped. They all watch me now, tuned in to the same frequency, like I’ve flipped a switch in the room.Gavin

PARKERJack stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Let’s take her to the desk.”“Agreed,” Gavin says, already clearing the top.Harrison lifts me easily, sets me down on the cool wood with my knees apart, arms still bound, lips swollen from kisses, breath ragged from the comedown. I feel like a goddess. Like prey. Like I’m theirs.Gavin slides my legs wider apart with a slow, unhurried confidence that turns my bones to syrup. His palms are warm against my knees as he leans in, letting his mouth hover just above where Jack left me messy and sensitive.“You’re still trembling,” he murmurs, like he’s proud of that.“Maybe because Jack tried to devour me,” I say, breathless.Jack grins. “You’re welcome.”Before I can reply, Gavin lowers his mouth, tongue stroking deep and slow—so different from Jack’s frenzied pace. Gavin eats like a man with something to prove, every pass deliberate, every moan from me met with more pressure, more praise.Harrison stands behind me, brushing