Todos os capítulos de Craved By My Fiance's Brother (An Erotic Billionaire Romance: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

The streets shift to one filled with more lights and people on the sidewalks, more cars clustered together—this is the kind of area where the night feels alive.“You like clubs?” he asks after a minute, not in an unsettling way but just making conversation.“Not always,” I admit. “Sometimes it just helps clear my head.”He nods as if he understands that feeling personally. “Music helps,” he says. “Better than sitting alone thinking.”I smile faintly. “Exactly.”A few turns later, the car slows down beside a stretch of buildings that I can almost count on my fingers.These buildings are illuminated by LED signs and feature a line of people waiting to get in. The bass is already reverberating through the street.“This one’s called Vibe Room,” he says, gesturing toward the entrance. “It’s crowded, the music is loud, and security is strict. It might be tough to get in, but don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” I bare

She hesitates for a moment but finally follows because curiosity always wins out with her. The little Firecracker I know doesn't shy away from chaos; she embraces it.The noise grows louder as we get closer: engines roaring, crowds cheering, neon lights flashing over the race cars.I throw open the passenger door. "You're riding with me."She stares hard at me and then lets out a breathless laugh. "You're joking.""Do I look like I'm joking?"“To be fair,” she replies, “you always look like you're up to something illegal or ridiculous, so that's not exactly trustworthy.”I just grin and shrug.She crosses her arms and glares at me fiercely. “This isn’t funny, Slade. Why would I follow you into that car?”“Because you entered my world,” I say simply, “and no one just shows up in my world to stand by and watch.”Her jaw drops in disbelief. I can almost see her reset.“This is crazy. But kind of a

MEEKA'S POV::My soul has yet to return to my body. I’m frozen, not moving or breathing, just staring straight ahead, my trembling hands clinging to the wheel as if letting go would send us tumbling into space.The noise of the cheering crowd finally breaks through, and I’m jolted back to reality. My head turns, small laughs escaping me as I take in the overly excited people around us.“YO! THAT WAS SICK!”“WHO’S THE GIRL?!”“BRO, SHE DROVE?!”“SLADE, YOU MANIAC!”The crowd presses against the barricades, slapping the hood of the car, cheering and recording on their phones. The car feels like it’s vibrating from all the noise.I blink a couple of times and then whisper in horror:“What just happened?”Slade unbuckles his seatbelt like a normal person who hasn’t just brushed with death. “We won.”“No.” I shake my head vigorously. “No, no, no—that was not winning. That was… chaos. Pure,

MEEKA’S POV:I wake up with a pounding headache and a heaviness that sinks deep into my bones. My eyes feel glued shut, and my body is sore in places I don’t even remember injuring.Last night took more out of me than I ever expected.With the noise, the lights, the engines screaming in my ears, and the adrenaline that kept me on edge afterward, sleep was hard to come by. Now I have to drag myself to work as if I didn't spend part of my night in the passenger seat of a race car, flirting with danger for fun.I groan softly and roll out of bed, shuffling into the kitchen after brushing my teeth. The morning light is too bright for my sensitive eyes, making me squint. My head pounds as I reach for a pan and crack open the window for some fresh air.As I start preparing breakfast, my mind betrays me almost immediately.Slade.The way he looked at me last night—full of lazy confidence and heat, like he was proud of me for so

The silence stretches between us, thick and suffocating, that kind of silence that presses against your eardrums until you can hear your own pulse. Jeremy’s eyes stay fixed on me, unblinking and expectant, waiting for an answer I don’t have the courage to give.My chest locks, swelling with a breath that refuses to come out smoothly. The kitchen suddenly feels too small to contain the both of us.I open my mouth, forcing myself to speak, to say something, anything, when my phone chimes. The sharp notification sound slices through the tension, loud and intrusive in the quiet kitchen.I flinch, my shoulders jerking slightly, relief washes through me for a second, grateful for the interruption.Breaking eye contact with Jeremy, I reach into the pocket of my apron and pull out my phone, lifting it to my face without thinking.The screen lights up. And for a split second, my brain short-circuits. My vision blurs, then sharpens, and the numbers on the screen punch the air out of my lungs. M