All Chapters of Craving the Wrong Brother: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

IsabelMy heart drummed as my back hit the bed. Anticipation boiled in the pits of my stomach, and I clenched my thighs together, trying to soothe the growing ache in between my legs. Desmond’s eyes swept over me slowly, as though he was seeing me for the first time and under his heated gaze, my skin felt like it was on fire.“You should stop looking at me like that,” my voice came out raspy, and his eyes narrowed for a brief moment before he closed the distance between us, hovering over me on the bed as the sweet scent of him flooded my nose.With familiar ease, he got rid of my clothes, and nudged my legs open using his knee, revealing my wet core. His eyes turned hungry and he gripped my thighs as his tongue darted out and slid slowly across this bottom lip.A shiver ran up my spine. He let out a soft growl, then inch by inch, his head disappeared in between my legs. He rubbed his nose gently against me, then he moaned. My hips instantly j

DesmondAll I could think of as I stepped into the company was going back home. I just wanted to be done with the activities of the day, and that was shocking because once upon a time, coming to work and staying there for as long as I possibly could was all I lived for. The company was unusually quiet as I stepped in, and everyone seemed to be avoiding my gaze more than usual. Even the regular greetings I got were all hushed. My brows inched together and I increased my pace, even the private elevator seemed slower than usual in my rush to get to my office.“What is going on?” I asked my PA, who was already waiting for me, and he thrusted a tablet into my hand.“The new product, it is receiving a lot of backlashes at the moment. People are complaining and thrashing the product.”I gritted my teeth as I flipped through the tablet. “How long has this been going on?”“Two days, sir.”&

I took a deep breath as the car parked outside the mansion. Suddenly, I wished I'd chosen a later date for this meeting. I considered cancelling, but when I looked at Scott’s messages, I swallowed my tiredness and nervousness.It took just three knocks for the door to be pulled open showing they’d be expecting me, but my brows shot up and I shuffled backwards when instead of Scott, Evelyn stood at the door staring at me with a smirk.“He told me you’d be here.” She said, sounding surprised, “and here I was, thinking you had more self-respect than this.”“Excuse me?”“After the stunt you pulled, you still shamelessly still showed yourself here.” She shook her head, and I laughed.Not just a chuckle, I threw my head back and laughed so hard my stomach began to hurt.“That is very rich coming from you.” I said in between laughs. I flicked away a tear from my eye and stood up straighter, still chuckling. “You were here and your lover brought in

Desmond.“Germany felt like your comfort space, so I brought you to mine.”  Her nose wrinkled as she looked around the dilapidated building, it sure has gotten older since the last time I came around. “Watch your step,” I wrapped a hand around her waist and helped her walk through till she was seated at the edge where we could look out to the field, it was the one part I ensured remained cared for.“Wow, that’s beautiful.”I took a seat beside her, nodding and smiling in agreement. “It really is. Looking at it whenever I came here was what made me fall in love with farming, agriculture, and eventually the family business.”She scooted closer to me and rested her head on my shoulders. “How did you even discover this place?”That question took me right back to the first time I ran away from home. My mum had just died less than a month ago, and my father returned home

Isabel Only after Desmond left for work the next day did I finally pick up my phone to see what the text was about. Scott's name was boldly displayed on my screen. I closed and opened my eyes twice to make sure I was seeing right. There was no reason for him to text me. He made it abundantly clear we had nothing to discuss with each other. My reaction was to immediately call off the meeting, but then a next text from him came in; I have signed the divorce papers. My heart lurched and I stared at the text like the alien thing it was. "Don't mess around with me.” A picture came in next, his signature boldly displayed on the papers that he's had with him forever, and I froze. It felt like I was looking at the picture through another's eyes, forcing myself to not believe it was real. Scott was an ass, and unless I was holding my copy of the papers, I refuse