Todos los capítulos de The Love of a Stepbrother : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Simone didn’t know what shifted between William and her in the elevator, when they got to the hotel… But one moment, she was ready to call it a night, and the next, William was lifting her up to meet his ravenous kiss.She didn’t stop kissing him until he began to fumble with the key, as he tried to open the door of his room.“You’re driving me crazy,” he all but growled out the words. “Do you have any idea of the effect you have on me?”Simone kept on kissing his throat, and basically wherever she could reach, wondering if he had any idea of the effect he had on her.After a moment, William finally managed to unlock the door, and they stumbled inside, still wrapped up in each other, totally in their own bubble. He kicked the door closed behind them, and without delay, pressed Simone up against it. His lips finding hers again in a searing kiss was everything she needed, and then some.Simone could only moan into his mouth, as his hands roamed her body, in the hungriest way known to ma

Before long, it was time for Simone and William to go back to their busy schedules. They hadn’t gone past third base, but they were both fine with it.Once they landed in Washington, William asked her in a soft voice, “Want me to cook for you tonight?”“Who would say no to that?” She wiggled her eyebrows at him.The flight attendant soon was waving goodbye at them, a tired and somehow forced smile on her face.Simone could tell that all the woman longed for was a hot meal and a comfortable bed. Well, they had that in common.“My place or yours?” William soon asked.“Whichever is closer. I am famished,” she told him softly.“We could get take-out or something,” he suggested without delay.She shook her head negatively at once. “No, I would rather you cooked for us.”“Sure,” he nodded. “How does a shakshuka sound?”Simone’s eyes widened, and her mouth salivated even though she didn’t know what made up the dish. “What’s that?”“It’s a North-African dish made up of caramelized onions, tom

The storm indeed came. And it had a name too. Liam Stone was William’s uncle, and if the latter had nerves of steel, the former was a man who had infuriating retorts.His eyes, the same shade of brown as William, lacked warmth. Moreso, it felt like he knew more than he let on.Simone knew him from one visit she recalled when she was 17. She hadn’t liked the man then, and she didn’t like him now either.He made her feel uncomfortable in her own skin, and it seemed like she could do no right.When he first dropped by the office unannounced, his eyes, sharp and calculating, had the knack to make her drop her pen.She laughed it off as she rose to welcome him to the company, an easy smile on her face, but his smirk was nothing if not smug and unsettling.“My nephew got himself a clumsy PA… That’s new,” he observed mockingly.Simone ground her teeth together, as she tried hard to keep herself from lashing out right there and then."He’s usually more picky or, dare I say, has better taste,"

Chinese food was good, but it was even better when there was someone to share it with. Sharing truly was caring after all.Simone and William mostly ate in silence, save for the occasional, “Oh, this is so good!” or “You should try this.”William’s mind was elsewhere, however, as he thought of his uncle’s visit and words. The Black family could become troublesome, if they were to take action, for they had built an empire rivaling his. They weren’t to be messed with. But then again, neither was he.“Are you okay, Will?” Simone soon asked him, putting her hand on his arm.William had unconsciously stopped eating.“Yes, just thinking about something,” he nodded at her, and resumed eating at once.“You won’t tell me what’s troubling you, and it’s fine by me, really… but please know that I am cheering for you from the sidelines,” she then told him softly.Simone’s words struck a chord within him. Deep down, he had always known he could count on her unwavering support, no matter what. She h

It was around noon when a woman stormed into the top floor where Simone worked alongside William.The woman, no older than 22, wasn’t here for a chitchat, and was haughty to boot. “Is William here?” She asked without even looking at her. She looked like she came from money, and was dressed like it — her ruby-red dress flowing down into beautiful cascades, and her designer purse said it all.But it was someone who wasn’t on the agenda… and someone who was rather rude to top it all up. No greetings. No nothing. Last time I checked you don’t own the building, woman, Simone was tempted to say but refrained from it very last minute. “And who are you?” She retorted instead, matching her energy, because she somewhat felt way too irked by this woman’s attitude and unmasked hostility. “The name is Nola Black,