All Chapters of Ruined By My Brother-In-Law : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Who in God's name was she supposed to text first? Leah. Or. Jason. Wait. Why was she even contemplating this? Major red flag. She needed to get her priority straight. Leah's text came in first, so… yeah. Besides, hoes before bros. Leah, it was. Anna grinned like she'd just made a decision that saved the world. She rolled onto her stomach. Anna: How can I be in bed with a man who wouldn't even kiss me on the lips?😤Leah's reply came immediately, like she'd been waiting by the phone. Crazy Bitch🙄🤍: Wait. What?Anna: Can you believe this man?!🙄A second later, Leah's face filled her screen. Laughing, she shook her head and swiped the green icon on the screen. “You gossipmonger,” she said, still laughing. “Girl, don't throw shade at me,” Leah said, chuckling. “C'mon, gimme the tea. He did nothing? Nada?” Anna bit back her laughter. “Why do you sound offended?”“‘Cause I am!” Leah clicked her teeth. “And here I was priming for premium dirt. Almost got myself worked up ima

God help her. She was supposed to be checking his wound, not… doing whatever it was Jason was trying to. “Doctor-patient privilege or… you know what, never mind. Sleeve.” He rolled his sleeve higher, slow and deliberate, eyes on her. “This okay?” His voice was low. But the way he sat—straight-backed, legs open just enough, eyes tracking her every movement—told her he wasn’t nearly as harmless as the question made him sound.The closer she got, the smaller the room felt. The air seemed to thicken, laced with antiseptic and the faint trace of his cologne. His arm rested on his thigh, muscles flexing beneath the rolled-up sleeve, veins shifting like a slow tease. She leaned in, carefully peeling the old dressing from the edge to avoid tugging at the stitches. Then, she inspected for swelling or redness. She nodded approvingly, not trusting herself to speak with how close they were—especially with the way he watched her instead of the wound. She made quick work of cleaning the w

His driver—seriously?Anna stood frozen at the doorway, clutching her bag like it held answers. Jason Knight had a hundred ways to be infuriating, but sending his driver to pick her up for their supposed hangout was a new one.Especially after he'd promised to pick her up himself. No—worse than that was the fact he hadn't even bothered to tell her about the change. He'd texted last night, just as she was grabbing dinner with Dr. Pierce during her shift. He had apologized for how he left things in the ER, then asked if she was okay with moving the hangout to his place.They'd been fine—texted this morning too. And now this? He couldn't make it, his silent-assassin driver had said. “Miss Vegas?” Ethan called, grabbing her attention. “Shall we?” Anna sighed and crossed her arms. “Tell me… uh, what's your name, again? Just making sure I'm glaring at the right person.” “Ethan.” “Great. Now tell me, Ethan, do you think I should still meet your boss?” Ethan frowned. “Pardon?” “Yo

Anna couldn't see a thing. It was pitch black even with her eyes open. She tried to focus on placing one foot carefully before the other, not on the warm, steady hands guiding her or the heat at her back. Jason had led her to the living room after cooking—turned on the television, handed her a bowl of snacks, a glass of juice, pressed a kiss to her hair and ordered her not to move. Not that she would. Who would ruin her own surprise? A few minutes later, he was back. Except he had a shirt on—bummer—and a blindfold. A soft smile curved her lips as she remembered their playful argument before she’d agreed to the blindfold. Turned out Jason Knight could be sweet when he wanted to be. “Careful,” he murmured from behind her. “There are stairs.” “If you make me trip, I'm suing you,” she teased, her smile slipping through her words. “I’m my patients favorite doctor, if anything happens to me, you'll—” She yelped as she tilted. Jason’s hands tightened on her arms, pulling her against

The warmth drained from Jason's voice so fast it left Anna cold.Goosebumps broke out on her skin from the breeze. Or maybe it wasn't the breeze at all. The warm fuzziness, the flutters, all gone, replaced by ice. She wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing them slowly, trying to summon warmth that wouldn't come. Jason stood, glass of wine in hand, and walked over to the rail. He threw the wine back, placed the glass on the rail between two flickering candles. They seemed to burn too bright now. Yet, their warmth was lost in his eyes as he turned to her, his gaze shadowed. Anna's arms tightened around her body. Her heartbeat too loud in the thick, heavy silence. Even the crickets had gone silent, as if they too sensed the silence closing in. Quiet. Too quiet. Too cold. Too exposed. “There was nothing on my parents, right?” She startled, shook her head, words refusing to come. She pressed a hand to her heart, her nerves wound tight. He wasn’t looking at her like he wanted