Ruined By My Brother-In-Law のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Anna wished she was somewhere else right now. She glanced at the figure beside her and her nose scrunched up. Her phone rang just then, her younger sister's smiling face filling the screen. “Is everything okay, Lena?” She asked the moment the call connected.“Yes! When are you getting here?”Anna side-eyed the figure behind the wheel. “We happen to be crawling like a snail right now, but I'm sure I'll be there soon, okay? Go have fun, and big sis will roll in soon with the cannon.”The call ended and Anna leaned back into the passenger seat with a sigh. Jason's deep voice cut in, low and smug, “Still like telling people what to do, huh?”Anna turned away toward the window, deciding she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of an answer this time. She wasn't sure what spoiled the night more: sitting in a car en route to the venue of her sister's wedding after-party with the most annoying jerk she knew, or the fact that he was clearly enjoying her torture. Jason Knight. The gr

Anna stumbled into the garden at the back of the hotel, where the after-party was taking place. She shoved a hand through her hair and then clenched it at her side. “Stupid. Stupid. Stupid,” she muttered repeatedly under her breath. “You knew what he was doing but still fell for it. Stupid.” The image of that smirk after he ran his hand dangerously high on her thigh, and asked her to stop him. But she hadn't. Had done nothing but clung to him like a weak little fool. That smirk. That smirk mocked her. Anna walked further into the garden, a new wave of shame swirling inside her. She took a chug too quickly from the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon she had swiped off a table, and coughed as the liquid rushed down her throat, a few getting into the wrong track. She resisted the urge to curse. She moved to stand behind a pillar in the garden, hoping it obscured her from anyone passing the hallway or getting air in the balconies. Hoping no one saw her like this. She looked anyth

Anna's hand shook so badly pulling down Jason's zipper became a hard task. Jason stayed kneeling between her legs, watching her flustered actions with a near-feral look in his eyes. “The more you make me wait… the more I can't guarantee you'll be able to walk by morning.”Anna froze, wide eyes meeting Jason's. “I—we can't. Elena—” A breathless gasp escaped her lips, words dying on her lips as Jason pinched her clit. Pain and pleasure shot to her pussy, and it clenched, needing to be filled. She pushed down his slacks to reveal his boxer briefs underneath, and sucked in a quick breath. His cock strained against the snug fabric, a hard outline she’d only felt moments ago. Heat shot through her as her gaze lingered: she tore her eyes away too late, knowing the smug curl on his lips meant he’d caught her. He pushed off the couch, dragged the boxer briefs down and his cock sprang free, hitting against his stomach. Anna's mouth went dry and she swallowed as Jason pushed both his slack an

Anna shifted on her seat at the mention of Jason's name, then leaned forward, forehead furrowing.“On the phone? Isn't Jason supposed to be in the hotel? Why are they talking on the phone instead?” she demanded.Elena shrugged. “I've no idea. He's probably around somewhere, but maybe couldn't meet him?” She pouted. “One thing I do know is, Juls didn't look too happy on the phone with him. I don't like that.”Anna's nails tapped on the table. If he was on the phone with his brother, then he was definitely not in the hotel. Did he leave because of last night?Possible.Were things going to be awkward because of it?She bit her lower lip and hissed as pain bloomed. Elena squinted at her.“Why are your lips swollen and bruised?” she asked, leaning forward to press a finger to Anna's lips. “And so soft.”Anna hissed, glared at her, covering her lips with a hand. “That hurts!”Elena's eyes danced. “Wait. From your reaction just now, you obviously forgot you were supposed to help me—you know

“If you can't handle such a simple task, you should forget about becoming a doctor!”Anna stopped in her tracks, the hand holding a patient's chart dropping to her side. She frowned at the scene in front of her—attending physician, Kayla Mitchell, was chewing out Jack, a first year resident— PGY-1. Anna walked over to where three PGY-1 had gathered, eavesdropping on the scene from a corner. “What's going on?” They jumped at her voice, then let out a breath of relief when they saw it was her. Sierra grabbed Anna's arm. “Anna, Mit-bomb is at it again,” she whined. Anna's frown deepened. “Mit—what?”Brooke nudged Sierra, stepping in to answer. “Jack was supposed to recheck Dr. Mitchell's patient's vitals and report back to her. He didn't.”“The patient down the hall?” Anna asked. The three girls nodded in unison. Anna glanced at the chart in her hand. “I've been following up on the patient, though. She's fine,” she muttered to herself. The girls, who had heard her, exchanged glanc