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All Chapters of Craved By My Fiance's Brother (An Erotic Billionaire Romance: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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001: Want To Be Burned

MEEKA'S POV::“F*ck!” The word slips out as my head throbs like it’s being split open from the inside. I grip the edge of the sink, staring at my reflection while the restroom tilts slightly to the left. Or am I the one tilting? I don't even know.Either way, this is bad.My lipstick is smeared, my hair has abandoned whatever elegant pins once held it in place, and my eyes are glassy, looking too bright and reckless. I look nothing like the woman my mother raised. Or the woman I’m supposed to be.I exhale slowly, willing the nausea down. Somewhere outside this restroom, music pounds through the walls and my friends are still laughing and celebrating. One of my last nights of “freedom,” they called it.I scoff quietly.Freedom. As if my life has ever belonged to me.“Home,” I mutter, pushing away from the sink. “I need to go home.”I take exactly three unsteady steps, paying no attention for two seconds, long enough to crash into something solid.Wait. Did the walls of this club sudde

002: Fashion Disaster

MEEKA'S POV::My voice comes out raw, loud, and pointless, like I'm shouting at the universe for allowing something so small and precious to be destroyed while bigger, uglier things continue to thrive.My eyes sting, but I blink hard until the room comes into focus.I carefully gather the pieces in my palms one by one. The lid, the cylinder, the shattered mirror panel, the carved base—everything. I hold them tightly against my chest.I know it sounds ridiculous for me to be so dramatic. It’s just a box, an object after all.But it has always felt more than just an object to me. It was the sound that filled the quiet moments of my life and reminded me of so much. It grounds me, puts in a better mood when I'm doing the one thing that actually makes sense in my life.It’s one of the best gifts I've ever received.I sigh and pull myself off the floor with the broken pieces, placing them gently on the table."What could have made it fall like that? I really hope I can get it fixed."Shakin

003: Sister-In-Law

MEEKA'S POV::Nathaniel's hand grazes mine as we step out of his car, and I can already feel my heart racing in anticipation as we arrive at the venue for our engagement party.How I managed to dodge Nora's questions remains one of the remarkable feats I've accomplished this year.Honestly, what the hell was I supposed to say about last night?“Oh, nothing. I just casually let one dangerously sexy devil fuck me senseless.”Yeah, right.But I'm not celebrating just yet because I haven't truly gotten away. Not unless I manage to find a new best friend in the next few hours.I straighten myself up, trying to maintain my composure.The hotel stands before us like a palace. Cascading chandeliers are visible through the glass doors, and a red carpet lined with cameras flashes like gunfire.My breath catches, and I place a hand on my chest. I can't even explain why I'm feeling so nervous right now.We walk inside, where the air is rich with the scent of roses and luxury.The transformation c

004: Made Your Legs Go Weak

MEEKA'S POV::I grab the porcelain sink, splashing cold water on my face, but it does nothing to cool the fire racing through my veins.The restroom feels too small, too bright, and utterly too loud with the pounding of my heart.I shouldn't be shaken. I was drunk, and it was just one night. One stupid, reckless night of mistake. So I should just calm down, wash my face, go back to the party, and act like the perfect fiancee I've always been.I nod at myself, smoothing down my dress. I give my lips a little more lipstick, retouch my makeup and breathe out slowly as I stare at myself in the mirror to make sure I'm perfect.I smile and pick my purse. But just when I'm about to walk out, the door clicks open, and I freeze.Slade steps in like the restroom belongs to him, shutting the door with a deliberate care. His reflection catches mine in the mirror, that damn smirk carved across his lips, like he's enjoying a private joke only he understands.“What are you doing here?” My voice come

005: Ten Seconds To Walk Away

MEEKA'S POV::“Jesus,” I whisper, tossing my phone onto the passenger seat and starting the car. “Please don't let it be serious.”I speed through the streets, nerves unraveling with every red light.By the time I pull up to the DeWitt mansion, my chest feels tight. The huge black gates swing open like a mouth ready to swallow me whole.The moment I step out of the car, Vanessa is already waiting on the porch, her hands wringing together.“Vanessa,” I start, breathless. “What happened? Where's Nathaniel?”She exhales deeply, pressing a hand on her chest. “Oh, Meeka. Thank heavens you're here.”I grab my bag tighter. “What's going on? Is he—”“He's not feeling well,” she cuts in solemnly.My heart plummets. “Not feeling well? How bad is it? Did he faint? Should we call a doctor —”“He's in bed,” she says dramatically, lowering her voice like she's delivering tragic news. “And he's refusing to eat.”I blink. “What?”“He says he won't eat unless it's your chicken soup,” she says with mot

Chapter 006: There's No Going Back

MEEKA'S POV::I stand there, frozen. The world around me feels blurred. Everything happening in this place, all fading behind the thud of my heartbeat.He’s not even looking at me now. Just sitting there, swirling his whiskey like he didn’t just detonate a bomb in my chest.“Two…” he murmurs, voice calm, lazy, like he’s not counting down to my total undoing.“One.”My throat’s tight. I can’t tell if I’m shaking from anger or anticipation. Probably both.Then he leans back, his smirk widening just slightly. “Time’s up.”That should be my cue to leave.To grab my dignity, my bag, and walk out of this damn place like a sane person.But my feet?Yeah. They have other plans.However, I manage to find myself moving them, finally making it to the door.Almost.The night air hits me as I step outside, cool against my flushed skin. I take one deep breath, then another, trying to convince myself this is over. That I’m not going to do something stupid.Unfortunately, I've already done something

Chapter 007: Fucking Stop

The hallway is a bit quiet as I stroll in. Only the muffled hum of the city lights seeps through the tall glass windows, and the low buzz of the elevator dying behind me.I pause when I get to the suite, my hand hovering over the door handle for a moment, the ghost of a smile tugging at my lips.She’s here. I can feel and smell her, because the air around is already heavy with her scent before I even open the door. She smells like clean skin and something faintly floral. Soft enough to miss if you aren't close, warm enough to stay long after she's gone.I push it open slowly, and there she is.My little firecracker.Standing by the window, with her back to me, the city glowing behind her like a thousand little fires. Her long, dark hair is loose, falling in waves down her back. Her arms are crossed, but I can see the tremor in her shoulders.For a second, I just watch her. She’s nervous.Good. She should be.“I was starting to think you’d chickened out,” I murmur knowingly, shutting

Chapter 008: You're Disgusting

MEEKA’S POV::“F*cking stop!” I snap, my voice ricocheting off the walls.The woman freezes instantly.I move before I can think, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her up. “Get the hell out!” I spit, and she doesn’t hesitate. She scrambles to her feet and rushes out immediately, the sound of her heels can break the tiles if they pound any harder than they are.My chest rises and falls, breath ragged.I turn to Slade, fury shaking through me. “You’re disgusting.”He doesn’t flinch even a little. He just leans back, watching me with that damn smirk tugging at his lips, like he’s amused. Like this is a game.That look burns through me, and I can’t stand it.I snatch my handbag from the chair like it personally offended me, and spin toward the door. My shoes strike the floor hard as I storm out, heat prickling behind my eyes.God. Why did I come here? What the hell was I thinking? Did I really expect anything else from him?He asked me to come here for this? For some twisted power play?

Chapter 009: It's Been A Long Day

His expression flickers with a little surprise, then something else I can't tell.“You’re always horny, Meeka,” he says with a half-sigh, half-laugh, the kind that lands like a slap instead of a joke.Ouch.My chest hurts, but I force a smirk anyway, hiding the sting under practiced nonchalance. “And you’re not always in the mood,” I whisper, leaning in, brushing my lips against his jaw. “So what now? Should I start scheduling it?”He exhales, tense. “That’s not what I meant.”“Then what did you mean?” I murmur, kissing him again, firmer this time, like I’m trying to prove something neither of us understands.He hesitates. I can feel it in the way his lips barely move, the way his hands rest limply on my waist instead of pulling me closer.And still, I keep kissing him, harder, my hands lock on his damp hair. I'm not ready to give up this time. I need him to fuck me. To fuck every thoughts of Slade out of my head. He's my fiance, and the only one who's thoughts should occupy my head

Chapter 010: I'm Not Letting Go

SLADE’S POV::She’s gone.The door slammed a while ago, but the echo’s still hanging in the room like smoke.The woman she chased out has long disappeared, her perfume fading into nothing, yet somehow the place still feels charged, like static after lightning.I’m still sitting in the same damn spot, shirt unbuttoned halfway, a drink sweating in my hand.My lips twitch, but it's not quite a smile.She called me disgusting. She didn’t even flinch when she said it.For someone who swears she doesn’t care, she sure as hell looked ready to tear that woman apart for touching me.I take a slow sip, the whiskey burning down my throat.That wasn’t jealousy, huh? Sure. Keep telling yourself that, Little Rebel.I glance at the door again, my jaw tightening. I didn’t expect her to show up tonight, and I sure as hell didn’t expect her to react like that. Or maybe I did.There was fire in her eyes. Real, wild fire. The kind that makes you want to see how close you can get before it burns you alive

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