All Chapters of Dealing With The Other Brother.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~SARA~ "Let go of me, you psycho!” I yell and scratch as he drags me through the office, down to the last floor. Every staff member in the building witnessing our spectacle. My face burns, my cheeks flush and embarrassment washes over me as I see—from the corner of my eye—the staff, cluster in groups, dissecting the situation. Wonderful. It’s bad enough that everyone knows me as the classic diva who made the Ford brothers embarrass themselves—thanks to Jason being a douchebag at the engagement party. Now I’m the center of office gossip, or possibly worse. The press. Again. What better follow-up story could they get than: Diva Queen Strikes Again! Cold, Ruthless Older Brother Exerts His Authority as He Tosses Her Over His Shoulder and Strides Through the Building. Ah. How juicy. The internet is going to have a field day. I bet someone is perched somewhere right now, taking pictures to sell to blogs. Outside, the hum of engines drifts to my ears as I feel him descend th

~SARA~ I blink. Did she really just accuse me of pushing her? For a second, I’m too stunned to react. The hallway is dead quiet except for Lily’s shaky breathing and the low murmur from my staff. They whisper amongst themselves and steal glances at me. I don't even try to hear what they say. Their judgemental gazes told me everything I needed to know. I turn to lily and see her sulking, leaning against Alex like a child just scolded by an adult. Alex doesn't even look at me. His attention is fully on her, one arm braced around her back and the other massaging the supposed sprained ankle. I see the scene and grit my teeth, clenching my fists. It takes every restraint from my bones to stop myself from banging their heads together. “What do you mean by she pushed you, lily," one of my staff— the female, steps forward asking. I notice a mocking smirk on her face as she steals a glance at me and I instantly know where this is headed. "I didn't push her," I say slowly, enunc

~SARA~ I ball my fists so hard that they turn red. “Why," I ask, my voice shaking despite my best effort to keep it level, “did you change my clothes?” He blinks at me slowly. Like I’ve just asked him why the sky is blue. "You stunk,” he says, “Changing your clothes was the right thing to do.” I close my eyes and inhale. Father Lord. I open them, “The right thing to do was to call your maids.” He pauses. Just for a moment. And in that moment, in the middle of my blinding fury, my brain betrays me. Because he looks… cute. Not in a devastating, dangerous way. Just soft confused cute. Like a boy caught stealing cookies, not the ruthless cold man I had met at the pool. I mentally slap myself. I’m supposed to be angry with him. He shifts his weight, gaze dropping to the floor and murmurs, “I don’t like anyone invading my personal space." I snort, “Oh really? You didn’t seem to mind calling a whore into your personal space at the pool.” He flinches instantly,

~SARA~"Jesus F—ing Christ!" I yell as I pace back and forth, roaming around the room aimlessly, "I swear to God, I will gouge Jason's eyes out if I ever set my sights on him."My body vibrates with rage, anger grinds through my bones and I seethe my teeth, looking for something to crash all this anger on. Jason dared accuse me of threatening him with a sex tape? Lord. How much more will I take before you send this man to the devil.Sandra steps forward and runs a hand over my back."Don't think too much about it," she says, "he is calling bluff. All we have to do is take him to court and make him retract the statement."I stop pacing, "How?"She shrugs, "The video must exist in the first place. He might deceive the press with controversial claims but the court rules based on evidence. Once there is no evidence. All his claims becomes baseless.""But he can use AI to manufacture one," Jake chimes in, "besides, If there is one thing I know of Sir Jason, is that he doesn't make wild ac

~SARA~Alex. Ford. Senior.The cold, ruthless businessman who clawed his way through sweat and blood to build the Ford empire into what it is today. I had heard tales about him. Tales that depicted him as a mean, stone hearted tyrant, who ran his business like mafia Dons. The tales were intimidating enough.But standing here, face to face with him, is worse.It feels... suffocating.He looks like danger itself. Tall and broad, despite his age. His sharp eyes scan everything, missing nothing and there’s something disturbingly appealing about him. Something that feels awfully familiar, something like a danger that I have been drawn to before.And then it hits me.Alex. The older version.He looks just like him. Same hard jaw. Same stormy eyes. Same way his mouth settles into a permanent frown like the world is always disappointing him. This is Alex, aged and sharpened by time. This is what he will become if nothing ever softens him.The old man’s frown deepens as his gaze moves arou