All Chapters of MY SISTER'S HUSBAND: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

HazelI was finally home.After three long years abroad, I was finally home.Would they be proud of me now?Would Mum and Dad look at me the same way they look at her?Would they celebrate with me the same way they celebrate with her?Would they pull me into a warm hug and tell me how much they miss me even though they never called to check up on me as though they were relieved I was out of their lives?Ugh….what am I thinking?What the hell am I allowing myself to think of?They are my parent of course they’ll miss me, of course they’ll fill me with warm hugs and cook me some homemade dish, of course they will celebrate when they find out about my success in Paris.I brushed off the sad thoughts that clouded my mind.The jasmine hit me first, the sweet heavy scent from the front garden was exactly as I remembered.“Ms Hazel?” The old guard at the gate called out to me, awe and excitement flowing through his face and words as he made his way towards me, I surged towards me, pulling hi

CHAPTER 3HAZELNikolai stood there, with two bottles of sauce, hot chili sauce, and extremely hot chili sauce, I guess he was about to ask if I was still into spicy food.Shit….I can’t move.His eyes went from my face, to the thin tank top and shorts I had slid into and now his eyes were directly on the object in my hands. Trembling, my hands accidentally pressed the button and its vibration was the noise in the silence between us.His expression didn’t change, but a muscle in his jaw flickered, his gaze dark and unreadable, held mine for a split second that felt like an eternity and without a word, he legs moved back until he was out of sight and then he slammed the door shut, the sound so careful, so gentle, it sent a level of shivers down my spine.The Dildo finally slipped out of my hands and a mortified groan tore from my throat. I rolled onto my back on the bed, covering my flaming face with my palm.“AH!” I screamed into my palm. My hot cheeks burned my palm, from embarrassmen

CHAPTER 5NIKOLAI“I swear to God, Aevia, this is horror, how on earth am I supposed to like this, how do you even like this?” I grumbled, grabbing the popcorn, holding it close to my chest walking to my couch, in my joggers and white tee, and on my couch, whose face glued to the screen was Hazel, whom I call Aveia because why not?Her hair tied in a messy bun, on the bridge of her nose sat her double lens glasses because she is just as blind as I am. She was in my joggers and my black tee, looking so small in it yet suits her like it was made for her, holding on to the bowl of Pringles she poured out from my kitchen because popcorn makes her choke.She shrugged, “Who doesn’t like horror?” She fired, not sparing a single glance at me because she was completely engrossed in the movie, Scream and if I recall, this is the fourth time we are watching this movie and I still cannot bring myself to like it.“Me!” I fired, sinking into the couch next to her.“What? You’ve never complained tho