All Chapters of The wrong brother.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lauren’s pov.“It's your brother's.” I said, allowing the words to slip out of my lips before I could barely stop them.For half a second, the room went dead ass quiet–too quiet, like the air itself was holding its breath and finally the storm broke.Ezra didn't say another word, instead he spun around and dashed out of the room so fast that I barely had time to register what was happening. My heart leapt into my throat as his footsteps thundered down the hall.“Ezra-!” I shouted, but now he was barely listening.A Lound bang echoed through the house as time slammed his fist upon Ezekiel's door. It finally flew open, and before Ezekiel could even react, Ezra’s fist had already connected with his face.The sound of skin against skin echoed throughout the room.“How dare you touch my wife!” Ezra roared.Ezekiel staggered back, his eyes widened in shock as his head snapped right to the side. I stood there frozen at the doorway, as my hand flew to my mouth in horror.“Oh my God–Ezra!” I sc

Lauren's Pov,The moment I pulled up in front of my mother's house, my chest tightened.A sleek black car was parked right beside my mama's car– too polished and familiar. I sighed before I even turned off the engine, Of course, I already knew who it was.Bella– my sister.I sat in my car for a second longer than necessary, my fingers rested on the steering wheels as I gathered myself— Because this right now was a freaking reunion. Then I stepped out of the car and walked in.“Oh, hey,” Mother said the moment I walked in all excited. “You are late.”“I know,” I said, slipping out of my shoes. “You sounded so in a haste over the phone, what's the issue?”“Bella had just stopped by,” Mother said, hesitating to say the next word, and then she sighed. “With her husband. She…mentioned your little fiasco at the restaurant and apparently, I'm just learning that it's all over the Internet already.”My jaw tightened as I forced a light smile. But before I could respond, Bella walked in from the

Ezra’s pov,The room was dim and curtains were half way drawn, the city lights bled through the windows like a guilty secret and I didn't bother looking at the clock. After Lauren stepped out, I knew I had to leave also. Time had stopped for days now and all that mattered was the warmth I felt pressed against my lips, the distraction I had barely chosen but the voices in my head were finally quiet.I leaned back against the head board, my fingers tightened in the sheets as the lips traced over my skin– “Damn–” I sighed. It was slow and deliberate. I exhaled and closed my eyes.Then my phone lit up– I opened up to check the caller and it was Lauren.I didn't bother reaching for it, instead, I allowed the screen to dim. And now, the tongue was all over my dick.“Fuck–” I exhaled.A second layer, the screen lit up again and began to buzz insistently against the bedside table. I groaned softly, as irritation flickered across my face–“Of all times, to call–she'll stop,” I muttered, more t

Ezekiel's PovTravelling had always been easy— my private jets, watch, boardroom, foreign hotels– always familiar, controlled spaces where nothing unexpected ever touched me, but this trip— it felt different. Every single mile between me and that house only sharpened the one thing I felt I could outrun.Sleeping with my brother's wife was a mistake, but now– it felt like something I was dying to repeat.Lauren Wright— I mean Lennox, all thanks to him, she should have been mine, damn I'll treat her better.The thought of her was everywhere, from the tinted windows of my car, to the polished glass walls of the conference room, the pauses between conversation — I was even wishing she was with me on this trip.Even when I sat still, she moved inside my head, uninvited and relentless. The boardroom felt cold, filled with ambition. Men and Women in tailored suits speaking in confident turns— but my attention wasn't in the room any longer.The numbers and projections flashed on the screen be

Ezekiel's Pov,The sound of Lauren's footsteps pounding up the stairs made my chest pound harder.I watched her disappear into the hallway, and the door to her room slammed shut so hard I felt the walls were about to tremble. I stood rooted for a while at the bottom of the stairs, Chantel’s presence was already gone but the damage— it still hanged thick in the air.I shouldn't follow her and I knew that, but the house had gone quiet. I climbed the stairs slowly, every step felt heavier than the last and now I was halfway down the hallway when I heard her voice— soft at first but I wasn’t mistaking, she was crying.It wasn't the restrained quiet type if tears, but the heart breaking one.I stopped outside her door as my hand hovered uselessly in the air. This wasn't my place and it wasn't my room either— and a vast reminder, she was married to my brother.I told myself to walk away, but I couldn't.I knocked once.“Lauren,” I whispered quietly.“Go away,” she cried from inside, her voi