All Chapters of Craved By My Fiance's Brother (An Erotic Billionaire Romance: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

NATHANIEL'S POV::I won’t pretend Slade’s words didn’t follow me out of his office.They did. And now they’re stuck in my head, circling, picking, and refusing to let go.I don’t even know how much of it is true. Or if he just says it to mess with me—get under my skin. With Slade, that’s never off the table. He's always good at doing it. Damn, I don’t even know what exactly he means by it.But that's the problem. Because he doesn’t say things just to say them. He says them deliberately to get something. To push, or provoke.Maybe it was just a distraction. A way to steer me off whatever I went there to warn him about. Or maybe he just wanted the conversation to end. If that was the goal, then he got it. Because I haven’t been able to think straight since.Work was a blur. Conversations at meetings I couldn't even remember. Files I stared at without seeing.Nothing was working in my head since I left his office; there was just one sentence that kept repeating in my head, and it still i

## MEEKA ##Nora's jaw drops the instant we arrive at the club. I can see the disbelief in her eyes, and she's probably wondering how the hell I got to know this place and she doesn't.This club—the same one that Bolt guy had brought me to that night. Yeah, that's exactly where we are.“How the hell do you know this place and I don't, Meeka?” Nora asks, her voice almost swallowed by the loud, swirling music. “Jesus. This is what I call a club, not all those sorry for clubs we've been to. Where exactly is this place?”I let out a breathy laugh, the heels of my boots tapping on the floor as we walk deeper into the room.“OMG, Meeks!” Nora barely gives the bouncer at the big door a second glance before dragging me in behind her, already in her element, acting like she had been here many times already.The lights are low, flashing in streaks of blue and gold, bodies moving everywhere, laughter spilling over the music.It’s c

I take him deeper, inch by inch, my lips stretching around his thickness as the heavy weight of him settles on my tongue. The salty, musky taste of his fluid floods my senses, and I hum softly around his cock, letting the vibration travel through him.The sound that rips from Slade’s throat isn’t a moan anymore—it’s a low, desperate growl that vibrates through the very air between us. His hands, usually so controlled and steady, fly to my hair, his fingers tangling deep into the strands. He isn't pulling away; he’s anchoring himself, as if I’m the only thing keeping him upright while the world tilts on its axis.I can feel the tension radiating from every muscle in his body. His abs clench visibly above me, that perfect V-line leading straight to where my mouth is working him.“Fuck…” he growls, his voice so damn low and rough like gravel wrapped in velvet. “Look at you… on your knees for me, so fucking eager now.”I pull back just enough to swirl my tongue around the swollen head aga

MEEKA’S POV::My bedroom looks like a crime scene—except the victims are dresses. They're draped over the headboard, tossed across my unmade bed, and piled onto the vanity chair. Usually, I’m the organized one, but today, the stakes feel high enough to warrant a little domestic chaos. My own apartment, usually my sanctuary, smells like the heavy floral perfume I spritzed an hour ago and the frantic energy of a woman about to walk into a lion’s den.I’m standing in front of my floor-length gilded mirror in nothing but lace set, holding up two options like they might decide my fate tonight.“Which one screams ‘future daughter-in-law’ but also ‘don’t underestimate me’?” I ask, looking at Nora through the reflection. I hold up a sleek black number in my left hand and a deep emerald green in my right. I pivot, frowning at my reflection. "Tell me the truth. Does the black one say 'I'm mourning my freedom' or 'I'm a class act'?"Nora laughs fro

MEEKA’S POV::Dinner starts exactly the way I knew it would. It's controlled, precise and suffocating the hell out of me.The clink of silver against china is way too loud in the silence. Everyone’s talking in these perfectly polished sentences, like they’ve been rehearsing their lines all day and I’m the only one who didn’t get the script. Nathaniel is right next to me, as steady as a rock, safe and predictable as always. Across from us, Mr. DeWitt is running the show, steering the conversation from business deals to family alliances like he’s conducting an orchestra.And me? I’m just playing my part. I nod when I’m supposed to. I smile on cue and only speak when someone asks me a direct question. I’m being the perfect fiancée—exactly what they want.For a second, I actually start to relax, realizing soon that there’s one person missing. One person whom they often say usually ruins everything. Slade.He’s not her