All Chapters of The wrong brother.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ezra’s pov,I was asleep when I heard the faint shuffle of footsteps, it felt light, irritated and familiar. The sound of the drawers opening followed by a bag hitting the wooden desk and a muttered curse.My eyes blinked open slowly, the room was dim and the curtains were halfway drawn, I could see her shadows bent over the dresser and her movements were sharp like she just got offended.“Lauren?” I murmured, pushing up on my elbows. “You are back already?” I added.She didn't even bother staring at me, her soft smile which I clearly knew she faked never sufficed. Instead, she brushed past my question with a stiff, tired reply“Yeah” as she headed straight into the bathroom.The door shut after her and the sound of the shower pouring came in a second later.I let out a deep sigh and reached for my phone, and a headline immediately flashed across the screen:“Ezekiel Lennox: Mysterious Billionaire and A good samaritan”I read an article which sang his praises like some kind of church b

Lauren's pov,The night crawled by with the kind of Torment that made sleep impossible. It wasn't just noise– it felt like war, from her loud moans, shrill laughter and the rhythmic thumping on the wall. Every sound sounded like stab wounds against my ears and it burned. I tossed and turned, I also pulled the pillow over my head but it wasn't working. Instead it felt like they were having sex right inside my skull.By the time morning came, my eyes were all swollen, dark and puffy– and it wasn't just from the sleepless night, but from the stupid feeling which occurred over and over again. I still hadn't received a call from Ezra, not even a bard text. But for a crazy reason, I wasn't panicked– I only felt irritated and numb— and let's say it, detached.I dragged myself out of the bed, my body felt utterly heavy and my throat dry. The sound of my stomach grumbling was a sign to go get breakfast. At least something warm and sweet, something that could soften the bitterness rising inside

Ezekiel's PovI wasn’t even trying to overhear her, instead Lauren's voice was simply carried– shaken, low and cracked as it drifted from the veranda straight to the hallway.Actually, I was walking past the hallway earlier when the maid led the private Investigator towards the veranda. I lingered near the corner, close enough for her voice to float towards me.Her voice shook lightly as she spoke. “I just want… I just want to clear the suspicion I'm having. I don't want you looking into my husband. I need to know if it's my best friend."“What a dumb move” I muttered, funny how I knew who her best friend was with.My jaw clenched as every piece of information swept through my ears, goddammit.Just then the conversation ended and the maid began escorting her out, but then I stepped in, blocking her path as she stiffened immediately. I signalled the maid to run along and I was willing to walk our August visitor to the door. She nodded and walked away and then I turned towards the lad

Lauren's povI stood there like a fool, the moment her question popped up I had no idea what to say, my heart dropped into my stomach and now all I felt was shame. I had just embarrassed my own friend in front of everyone, and now all eyes were on me. The shame felt like a new dress– tight and heavy with a bridal shawl.I turned to Vivian , as I tried to apologise.“Vivian…I'm sorry, I didn't mean–”But clearly she wasn't ready to hear a single word from my apology..She pushed me away as I tried to touch her. My feet slid backwards as I felt myself tip over. I was already bracing for a fall and I could already imagine the eyes staring as I hit the floor, but luckily for me, a strong hand caught me from behind.I let out a sigh of relief, but still I froze. My breath got stuck in my throat as Vivian’s voice spilled through the moment– it sounded sharp and full of anger, she told me a piece of her mind and to be honest I deserved it.She expressed how disappointed she was in me and how

Lauren's PovThe first thing I felt when I woke up was a splitting headache,and the wrongness.The air smelled different and the sheets didn't feel right. The room felt different, I slowly blinked trying hard to be fully awake, as I dragged my dry tongue across my lips, that was when I realized– I wasn't in my room.I rolled over trying to guide my eyes, then I noticed the thick shirt– which definitely looked too big for me. It hung loose over my body and the cologne wasn't hard to recognize the owner; it had a faint, masculine scent that always clung to him and beneath it I wasn't even wearing panties– I was bare naked.My stomach dropped as I felt a wave of emotions embalm me, my cheeks began to fluff red as everything slammed into me at once. I yanked the cover over my laps as my heart raced and my gaze darted around the unfamiliar space. I could barely recall a thing from last night and how I ended up here.I nearly screamed, but before I could even process anything, the door of th