《90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed 》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

CALEB I knock twice on Ashley's bedroom door, then push the door open, stepping inside casually. As I enter, my eyes immediately lands on Ashley. She's lying stomach flat on the bed, her elbows pressed into the sheets, supporting her body. She is holding her sketchpad, her pencil hovering around the page. Her headphones is covering her ears as she stares at the sketch page she's currently on. “Ash,” I call, but there's no response from her, or a movement to acknowledge she knows I'm here. “Ash,” I call again, my voice louder this time. She finally looks up, quickly taking off her headphones. The moment she realises that it's me, she swiftly flips the book over, face down on the bed. I pause, stepping closer. I don't ask about what that movement was about. She might not tell me anyways. For the past week, she has been talking to me less or even trying to get close to me unlike before. “Ash, it's time for lunch,” I say, my gaze flickering to the sketchpad lying on the bed. “Dad

ASHLEY My eyes widen, shock freezing me in place as Caleb's lips press against mine. No. Absolutely not. I try to pull away, my hands pressing against his chest, hard, but it's in vain. Caleb's arm which had been draped around my shoulders has moved to the back of my neck. His grip is tight, keeping me in place as he uses his arm to pull me closer. I try to move my head back to glance at Jeremías, to see if he is witnessing this madness, but my back is turned to him. The kiss—the damn kiss I had craved from him for years—now feels less like a real love and more like an act of war. With anger rising in me, I use every ounce of strength I have in me to shove him backwards. He falls back on the sofa, his grip loosening just enough for me to abruptly stand to my feet. I quickly turn, my eyes snapping to Jeremías. A huge mistake has just happened, yet, all I think about is Jeremías and how bad his feelings must be hurt and how furious he must be. Screw this. He probably doesn't

ASHLEY “Good morning, dear,” Mrs Isabelle says, her smile bright as I reach the living room. My eyes flicker to Jeremías who is sitting beside her on the sofa, having a conversation with his mom. There's no smile on his face when he sees me, just a plain look. I quickly move my gaze back to Mrs Isabelle. “Good morning,” I say, pulling my hands out from my jacket pockets. “How was your night, dear?” She asks, her brows lowering in concern. “You don't look like you've had enough of the sleep you need.” I shake my head. “I'm alright.” I pause, licking my lips. I don't dare flicker my eyes towards Jeremías again. “Mrs Isabelle, do you know if there's a nearby art gallery? Thought I would go for a walk.” Her face lights up. “Oh, that's a lovely idea. I'm not sure I know if any good one. Why don't you tell Caleb about it? He knows the best spots in town and he can surely take you there.” I force a stiff smile on my face, squeezing my fingers together as I continue to look at her. I

ASHLEY Jeremías suddenly grips my wrist, stopping me. His grip is tight, his fingers wrapped firmly. I turn, wincing in pain as I feel the same sharp sting I had felt minutes earlier. I didn't pay much attention to it then, not when my anger at him was more than a sting in my nerves. “Let go of my wrist,” I say, my voice lacing with a mix of fury, disappointment and sharp pain. Jeremías releases my hand, but he doesn't back down. He stands perfectly still, a step away from me. He doesn't seem bothered by my glare; he's just watching me with that predatory calm. “Let me drop you off wherever you're going,” he says, his voice lacking his usual firm tone. “Thank you, but I'll find my way.” I turn and storm towards the front door, slamming it shut behind me with a force enough to rattle the glass. After more than a week of ghosting me, he walks back into my life with no explanation, expecting me to just let him in. And fuck it, I would have let him in without hesitation, beca

ASHLEY “I'll do anything you want me to do,” I mutter, my voice laced with a mixture of desperation and immediate need. My breath is shaky from his warm touch. I can feel the heat radiating off him and maybe it's just my dizzy state, but I can already see him naked from his waist down, standing this close to me.A small smirk tugs at the corner of Jeremías' lips as he looks at me, his eyes scanning every inch of my face. He loves this—the moment he knows I'm ready to always surrender fully to him. And, fuck, I love it too.“Good. Strip for me. Slow and sexy.”My heart pounds against my chest. I've not done it before, but years of watching ladies do it and a hunger to have him inside me can keep me going.He steps back a few metres to create a distance that feels like a torture of its own. He stands there, arms crossed over his muscular chest as he watches me intensely.I swallow, pulling away from the wall slightly, my fingers firm as I reach for the sleeves of my dress.I move with