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CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

"Drake, you lose your mind more and more each minute, don't you?" I snapped, shifting as far away from him as the leather seat would allow. I could feel the heat radiating off him, that same suffocating intensity that seemed to run in the Thomas bloodline."Do you have to do it with him?" he pressed, his voice tight, almost strained."He’s my boyfriend and you’re my brother. How many times do I have to ring those words into your skull?""You’re acting like I’m the only one who feels this way," he hissed, twisting his torso toward me, invading the small space I had left."Of course you’re the only one feeling this way, Drake," I replied. The lie felt like lead on my tongue, heavy and toxic."Then why couldn’t you sleep last night?" he challenged, his eyes searching mine for a crack. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic, guilty rhythm. This was spiraling out of control."Because I was reading for midterms.""You want me to buy that? You couldn’t sleep because I was in your room.

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

I swallowed hard, watching through the vanity mirror as Jake moved toward the racks. He wasn't dressed for the premiere yet; he looked like he’d just walked through the front door from a long day of being powerful, exercising and handling public meetings that demanded his attention. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to reveal forearms that were a map of corded muscle and subtle veins. A heavy, worshipful silence seized the room. The stylists and makeup artists, who had been barking orders seconds ago, were now paralyzed, staring at him with a mix of awe and hunger. "Isn’t he the legendary Jake? Oh my god, he looks more breathtaking in person," one whispered, barely audible. "Look at those arms," another breathed. "Or the way he’s carefully picking his daughter’s dress... he’s so attentive."

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

"You’re such a good father," one of the stylists cooed, her eyes shimmering with admiration. "I’m not," Jake replied, his voice dropping into a humble, practiced tone. He looked over me, his gaze meeting mine in the reflection of the mirror. "Even Yuna thinks I’m not. I’m just trying so hard to be the father she would always love to have." The words hit me like a physical blow. He was putting me in my place, publicly, subtly, and with a terrifyingly warm smile. He was telling the world that I was nothing but his daughter, cementing a narrative that made my skin crawl. He wasn't being cold; he was using warmth as a weapon to show everyone how perfect our "relationship" was. His hands continued to rub my shoulders in that slow, rhythmic motion. A sharp jolt of pleasure, something I hated myself for feeling, shot straight down my spine and settle

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

He was supposed to belong to me. He was supposed to walk side by side with me as my lover, my very own, but he didn’t even look at me. His eyes were locked on Mom, who admired him from head to toe, her fingers trailing over the lapel of his crimson suit. And he was grinning from ear to ear, that blinding, sports-star smile that never reached me unless it was laced with a threat. The bitter taste of rejection sat heavy on my tongue until a shadow blocked the light.Drake stepped into the foyer, looking unexpectedly sharp. He wore a slim-fit charcoal suit with a black silk shirt underneath, left unbuttoned at the collar to reveal a silver chain. His hair was slicked back, but a few rebellious strands fell over his forehead, giving him that "troubled heir" look that the cameras loved. "Hey," he said, stopping directly in front of me. "How do I look?" "Not bad," I said matter-of-factl

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

Jake stepped out first, looking like a god in that red suit. He reached back, his hand open and waiting. My mother took it, stepping out in her shimmering gown, looking every bit his queen. They paused, posing for the first wave of photographers, their smiles radiant and practiced. Then it was our turn. Drake stepped out, his face a mask of bored perfection, and then he reached back for me. As I placed my hand in Drake’s and stepped onto the crimson fabric, the world seemed to slow down. I looked at the back of Jake’s head, at the way he stood with my mother, and then I looked at the crowd. Thousands of eyes were on us. They saw a perfect family. They saw a father, a mother, and their beautiful children. The noise was a physical weight, a roar of approval that vibrated in my chest. "Jake! Jake! Over here!" the photographers screamed, their lenses tracking his every move like heat-seeking missiles. But as we moved further d

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

"Of course I like him," I said, breaking away from Jake and hurrying towards Brendan. His eyes caught mine, and he fought through the tightening circle of press to reach me. Then, he swept me into his arms. I giggled as he peppered my face with kisses, the frantic rhythm of camera flashes turning the world into a strobe light."You look so gorgeous, I almost didn't recognize you," he whispered, breathless, his eyes raking over my body. His gaze lingered on my throat. "And your necklace... damn, Aubrey. Just gorgeous."The momentary bubble of privacy popped as the circle of reporters closed in, their voice recorders thrust forward like weapons."Brendan! Over here! Is this the official debut of the couple?" a woman from Vogue shouted over the din.Brendan didn't let go of my waist. He flashed a grin that was pure mischief. "I think the way she’s looking at me answers that, doesn't it?""Aubrey, how does it feel to be the muse for tonight's collection?" another reporter barked. "There ar

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

My breath hitched, the sound lost in the cinematic moan that vibrated through the floorboards. I tried to pull my hand back instantly, but the contact had already seared through my skin. My heart hammered against my ribs so loudly I was sure the entire front row could hear it.I dared a glance sideways. Jake wasn't looking at me. He was staring straight at the screen, his profile carved out of granite by the flickering blue light of the movie. His jaw was set so tight a muscle in his cheek was twitching rhythmically, but he didn't move. He didn't pull away. He just sat there, rigid and radiating a heat that made the theater’s air conditioning feel like a joke.On screen, the scene intensified. The actor’s hands moved with a frantic, desperate energy, mirroring the very tension that was suffocating us in the dark. I felt a bead of sweat roll down the back of my neck. I knew I should move my hand, should tuck it safely into my lap and pretend I hadn't felt the physical evidence of his a

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Jake cleared his throat, his voice coming out a pitch deeper, rougher than usual. "It was a masterpiece, honey. Truly unforgettable." Unforgettable. The word hung in the air like a heavy curtain. As if Jake had actually watched the movie. As if either of us had processed a single frame after the lights went down. I was flushed to bits, my skin humming with a frantic, electric heat, and my own body was pulsing with a desperate, aching need. He moved hurriedly, his tall frame cutting through the dim aisle as he followed my mother. I watched his back, the red of his suit now feeling like a brand. If there was anything truly unforgettable, it was the weight of him in my palm, the way he had pumped into my hand with such raw, unbridled force that I’d fel

CHAPTER THIRTY NINE

He began to move his hips against mine, the friction of his ivory tuxedo against my dress creating a heat that was nearly unbearable. He was hard, pressing into me with a desperate, youthful energy. He wanted to fuck me and I should want that too, I wanted to. At least, it was so honest until Jake came into my hand. Until Jake pounded his entire length into my hand without shoving me away. "Brendan, wait..." I managed to whisper, but he didn't hear me. He was too far gone.He began to pull the bodice of my dress down, his lips trailing over the swell of my breasts. My skin was on fire. I could feel the drying stickiness on my other hand, the secret I was keeping, and the guilt suddenly flared into a cold, sharp blade. As his hand moved to the zipper of my dress, reaching for

CHAPTER FORTY (Hi readers, if you're enjoying this book kindly support with gems and comment below)

He didn't answer with words. He only growled, a deep, animalistic sound that came from his chest. He shifted his grip, his fingers digging into her thighs as he lifted her slightly, changing the angle to drive even deeper. I watched, mesmerized and horrified. I could see the sweat glistening on his back, the muscles in his arms corded and straining as he dominated her. But as I watched him take her, I didn't see my mother. I saw myself. I imagined his hands on my hips, his weight crushing me into the mattress, his voice growling my name in the dark. The heat in my own body reached a boiling point. I felt a slick, throbbing ache between my legs that mirrored the rhythm of their movements.Suddenly, Jake paused. He leaned forward, burying his face in the crook of my mother’s neck, his back tensing as he reached his peak. He let out a long, jagged groan, the same sound he had made in the theater, but louder, more final. He collapsed against her, his chest heaving, his body still pulsing

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