Semua Bab Under the Mistletoe with my Ex's Brother : Bab 211 - Bab 220

Damian's Pov Scarlet had read it while standing in the kitchen, her face cycling through emotions I couldn't quite identify, and then she'd handed it to me without comment. The letter was surprisingly articulate for someone whose previous communications had mostly consisted of drunk texts and rambling voicemails. Savannah wrote about being two years sober, about working as an addiction counselor helping other people avoid the mistakes she'd made, about being engaged to a man she'd met in AA who understood her history and loved her anyway. She wrote about wanting to apologize in person if Scarlet would allow it, about not expecting forgiveness but needing to make amends as part of her recovery program, about understanding if Scarlet wanted nothing to do with her but hoping for a chance to explain herself. "Are you going to respond?" I'd asked after reading it twice. "I don't know. Part of me wants to tell her to go to hell. But I don't know... maybe a part of me is curious about w

Chapter 2 Maya's POV He froze for a second. He exhaled. “What? You're scared of coming in for a little drink?”“You’re already drunk.” He chuckled. “Fine.” I rolled my eyes. “Come in for coffee or even water.”He stepped back and let his eyes trail my face. “Just a few minutes.”I scoffed softly. “Just a few minutes.”He looked around the house as we stepped in before settling on a sofa. I walked to the kitchen. “What would you like? Soda? Coffee? Tea?”“You.” He replied quickly.My breath hitched. I had wanted to tear that uniform off since the first minute we spoke but I had no idea that he felt the same way. I cleared my throat. He smiled knowing the effect he was having on me. “Tea would do.” He said. “Okay.”I brewed some tea and served him while I sat on the sofa opposite him. None of us spoke a word in the first minutes. We simply sneaked glances and smiled to ourselves. After a while, I kicked off my shoes because my feet had started to ache. “Need help with that?”

Chapter 4 Davis POV I could still smell her on me when I got home. There was a silly smile on my face that wouldn't fall off. I ran my hands across my face so I could smell her insides. I went to bed a happy man that night. I just hoped she would call. It had been two weeks since that day and she had not called. My best guess is that she got back with her boyfriend. It happened all the time. People didn't just move on from someone who had become a part and parcel of them for months. I was at a bar with my colleagues that Friday drinking cheap beer and watching hot girls in mini skirts. Someone walked past and my nose immediately caught the familiar scent. That was crazy because I had only seen this woman once yet my mind and body remembered her so well. I turned around but I couldn't find her anywhere near. I turned around to chip in on the conversation with my colleagues when I saw her. She was sitting across the bar. The light shone on her face highlighting her

Chapter One: Boring LifeGabriella’s POVMy head ached badly, and all the other silent hisses were wise my mouth.“Alright, that’s all for today. Have a nice day, everyone.” The professor said, walking out of the lecture room almost at the same time. I heaved a sigh of relief and turned to look at Charlotte who was also as relieved as I was. We were out of the hall in no time, chatting slowly as we walked over to the parking lot where Bruce was waiting for us.“Hey, baby!” I exclaimed as I saw him. He abruptly stopped the conversation he was having with his friends. I noticed the ashen look on his face, but it soon broke into a smile, and I didn’t bother to ask what was wrong. “Hi, I didn’t know you were done with classes.” He said, drawing me closer for a hug. “I am. I’m sorry for keeping you waiting.” I replied.“It’s okay, I love to wait for you.” He said, “Hi, Charlotte. How were classes today?”She spoke from behind me, “It was fine.” “Uhm, Bruce. Do you mind taking us to a

Chapter Three: The biggest betrayalGabriella’s POVEvery time I closed my eyes, I saw Elijah standing in the doorway, looking calm and unbothered. And me, humiliated. I woke up earlier than usual this morning, doing everything within my power to avoid him.I didn’t ever want to run into him or hear his voice. That dream… it felt too real to be an illusion.So, as I snuck downstairs earlier and saw everywhere empty and calm with no traces of Elijah around, I sighed in relief. “I’ll quickly do breakfast and run back upstairs,” I mumbled, hastening around in the kitchen. The house felt too quiet and depressing, so I put on the kitchen’s stereo and soon enough, loud music blasted through the speakers as I stirred the sauce on the stove.My body moved stealthily in unison to Cardi B’s melody. Suddenly, the music went off. I turned back to see Elijah, standing in the middle of the kitchen with a… No, in nothing.My breath stuttered and I just stood rooted to the ground, my eyes refusing