Lahat ng Kabanata ng Craved By My Fiance's Brother: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

MEEKA’S POV::Work should have kept me distracted today, as it usually does.Throughout the day, I've participated in brand strategy meetings, campaign revisions, and negotiations regarding tone and visuals with a creative team that believes every idea is revolutionary. Normally, I enjoy the back-and-forth, controlling how something is perceived is crucial. Image matters, likewise positioning.But today, even while sitting at the long conference table reviewing mockups for a product relaunch, my thoughts kept wandering.Nora didn’t send the money.She genuinely sounded confused on the phone earlier. In fact, she seemed more shocked about the money than I was when I explained everything to her.After our call ended, I reached out to my bank next.The representative spoke to me in that calm, rehearsed tone they use when they don't want you panicking. She confirmed that the transfer wasn’t due to a glitch. It wasn't duplica

*~~*When I get outside, completely dressed as instructed by that darn handsome devil, the black car is still there, exactly where I saw it from my window. The headlights are still damn on, cutting through the dim evening.Of course he didn’t turn it off. Such a creep.I approach slowly, half expecting him to step out dramatically or at least roll the window down. But he doesn’t.The doors are already unlocked as I hear the sound when I get close enough. I hesitate only a second before opening the passenger side and slipping in.The interior is warm as I can remember, everywhere filled with his intoxicating scent.But something shift the second I get into the car. I don’t even fully close the door before I feel the way the air tightens instantly.Slade freezes. The act is subtle. So subtle that if I weren’t watching him, I might have missed it. His hand that is resting on the steering wheel, goes still. His shoulders ten

*~*~* I didn’t argue after that. The way he looked at me in the store, with a calm yet unyielding gaze, made it clear this wasn’t a debate I could win. Now, I smell different and I’m wearing a new dress. It’s made of soft cream silk that feels luxurious against my skin. It fits as if it was tailored just for me. The attendant didn’t even flinch at the price tag, nor did Slade. The perfume he picked is light, warm, and subtle. It has notes of amber and something fresh that I can’t quite place. He tested it himself, spraying it into the air first. Only when he seemed satisfied with the scent did he nod once and say, “This one.” My old clothes—the dress, the underlayers, everything, are sealed in a matte black shopping bag by my feet. “Burn them when you get home,” he had told me softly. Not just throw them away. He freaking asked me to burn them. I don’t know why tha

I push wet hair away from my face, water trickling down my lashes, and my dress clings to my body as if it suddenly owes its allegiance to him rather than me. The shock fades quickly as the cold water warms up. And that flutter in my stomach? It doesn’t settle down, not even for a moment. Slade steps back from the edge slowly, like a king surveying the chaos he has caused. The underwater lights dance over his skin, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw and shoulders that seem unfairly chiseled. He appears satisfied, infuriatingly so, with what he's done. “You're insane,” I tell him as I wade toward the steps. He tilts his head and replies, “You're welcome.” “For what?” “For getting you in.” I narrow my eyes. “You didn’t have to pull me into the water like that!” His gaze drifts over me slowly and unapologetically. It’s not rushed or greedy; he does it in that deliberately annoying way he always does. “When I asked nicely,” he says, his voice lowering to a whisper, “did you

I should feel mortified right now. I should remind myself that this man is still my fiancé's brother and shouldn't be touching me like this. Yet here I am, letting him touch me. But no matter the many thoughts of pushing him away, and telling him to stop, I can't.It's not like he hasn't already done it before. And to be honest, I don't give a fuck right now.The cool water wraps around my skin, soothing and slick, but his warm hands cut through it like fire. I lift my eyes to his and the raw hunger staring back steals my breath. It’s dizzying and dangerous. And God help me, I want to drown in it, drop every last wall I’ve built and just… give in.His mouth finds my neck again, slow kisses melting into sharp little nips that send sparks racing down my spine. His fingers skim lower, tracing the delicate edge of my panties, teasing and circling, never quite giving me what I’m starting to crave so badly it hurts.My breaths come shallow and fast, heart slamming against my ribs like it