All Chapters of The Brother I Shouldn’t Want: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂I loved that sound.Tim's heart was beating rapidly with what seemed like excitement of what just happened and his wrecked state. I loved knowing I was the one who put him in this state. I pulled away slowly, the wet sound of my cock sliding out of him filled the room."Stay right there," I told him.Tim blinked up at me, his eyes glassy. "Where are you going?""I have a package, something I ordered before we got here. Peter helped me hide it in the car."Tim shifted, his legs still open, inviting. "Now? I thought we were done."I smirked, leaning down to bite his earlobe. "We are just getting started. Do not move a muscle. If I come back and you have covered yourself up, I will make you regret it.""I'm not going anywhere," he whispered, biting his lips softly.I stood up, my own skin still tingling. I walked out of the room, the hardwood cold under my bare feet. I stepped outside into the night air, the chill hitting my sweat-slicked skin. I went to the trunk of th

꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂“Why did you ask to see me? This better be important.”Eric didn’t waste time. He never did. The moment he sat down, the words came out flat, direct, like he was already halfway out the door even though he had just arrived. He didn’t look at me for long either, just enough to acknowledge I was there before signaling the bartender.“Whiskey.”Of course.I let out a small chuckle under my breath, lifting my own glass and taking a slow sip before answering him. “You didn’t even ask how I was,” I said, my tone light but there was something underneath it that I didn’t bother hiding. “Considering the fact that you were the reason I ended up in a hospital bed.”The bartender placed his drink in front of him, and Eric reached for it like my words didn’t matter, like they barely registered. He took a sip first before finally glancing at me again, his expression unchanged.“You’re here,” he said simply. “And you look fine.”That was it.That was all I was getting from him.I h

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂Something landed on my face.I groaned immediately, my hand reaching up blindly to grab whatever it was while my other arm stayed wrapped around the pillow beneath me. My eyes were still closed, my brain still halfway asleep as I pulled the object away from my face.Paper.I forced one eye open slowly.A magazine.I frowned slightly before finally sitting up, my hair a complete mess as I blinked down at the glossy cover in confusion.Wedding Themes & Venues. I stared at it for a second, then another.“What?” I muttered sleepily.“Good morning to you too.” I looked up and saw Frank standing near the bed already dressed, one hand tucked into his pocket while the other held a cup of coffee. He looked way too awake compared to me and somehow that annoyed me a little.I rubbed my eyes before looking back at the magazine. “Why is this attacking me this early in the morning?”Frank walked over calmly and handed me the coffee before sitting at the edge of the bed. “Because,” he s

꧁࿇ Ｅｒｉｃ࿇꧂The sound of glass shattering echoed through the hallway just as I was about to head upstairs.I stopped instinctively, my eyes drifting toward the direction of the study while another loud crash followed immediately after. Whatever Kagemoto Kazama had thrown this time must have been expensive because the sound alone carried enough weight to make one of the guards standing nearby lower his head awkwardly.I sighed quietly to myself.The old man was angry again.No surprise there.Ever since the gala incident, the entire house had felt tense in a way that was almost exhausting. Men were constantly moving in and out with information, phones never stopped ringing, and Kagemoto Kazama had spent the last few days acting like a wounded animal ready to bite through anyone that got too close.Frank surviving had bruised his ego badly.Frank surviving and escaping with Tim had practically turned him unbearable.Another vase shattered inside the study.“You failed!” Kagemoto Kazama’s

꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂I slipped out of bed carefully after my phone buzzed for the third time.Tim stirred slightly beside me, his hand stretching across the empty space I had just left before settling back against the sheets. I paused for a moment, standing beside the bed while looking down at him. His face looked calmer when he slept, softer too, like the weight he constantly carried disappeared for a few hours.After everything he had been through recently, he deserved at least that much peace.My phone buzzed again in my hand.Peter.Persistent bastard.I quietly grabbed my jacket from the chair nearby before leaning down slightly and brushing my fingers against Tim’s hair. He didn’t wake up, only shifted deeper into the pillow with a quiet breath leaving him.Good.Because if he woke up, he would definitely ask questions and I didn’t feel like explaining why Peter decided sunrise was the perfect time for mysterious phone calls.The house was cold and quiet when I stepped downstairs. O