บททั้งหมดของ Sinfully Yours' Step-Brother of Mine: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Cellie's povI was convinced the universe hated me. Like, I knew deep down that I was her least favorite life form and that was why she and her little minions, like the god of employment, were consistently out for me.I paced about on the street, watching the familiar building of Rico's that stood across, my teeth biting my lips in agitation.I also blamed the universe for the recent lapse in my usually unshakeable self-will. Much to my alarm, I had been doing things I vowed never to do or repeat and also with an embarrassing quickness.I took a resigned breath and started for the place, my hands balled into fists at my side, faux determination fueling my steps, bringing me closer and closer to the tatty wooden door.“You can do this, Cellie.” I encouraged myself. “Just get in there and ask for your job back.”I had decided to go with shameless, to act all cool and indifferent about it to make the inevitable self humiliation more bearable. You can't shame the shameless after all.My h

Cellie's pov“You know you could have just asked your fiance to do this with you.” I said as Georgiana and I waited in the lobby of Eva Bridals. Georgiana threw me a chiding look over the catalog she was perusing. “How could I bring him here? You're more helpful than he'd ever be, besides he is so busy these days.”I rolled my eyes. Of course, how silly of me to suggest a made man accompany his fiancée to choose her wedding dress. There are probably much more fulfilling tasks like perforating people with bullets and discussing world domination plans. She had whisked me from my apartment and brought me here, completely ruining my plan to sleep in. Today was my free day, not day off but free day. There was a huge difference between the two. Day offs only grant you freedom from your job but doesn't necessarily mean you won't have other things to attend to. Things like chores, school, grocery shopping, dentist appointments and so on. With free days, you're left completely idle, free f

Cellie's povMy leg tapped restlessly against the cold, hard floor, as strategies that would make every spy movie jealous swirled around in my head. My thumb mindlessly moved to my lips and I stopped myself just before I attacked the newly painted cuticle.I was pacing the DeLeons’ foyer, ignoring the curious look Antonio, the DeLeons’ butler, was giving me. I focused on preparing myself for my mother's cursed luncheon and plotting the most efficient Demetrio-free routes in the mansion.I couldn't run into him today. And if I do, I've prepared a box knife sitting readily in my clutch purse, waiting for me to slit my neck if the need arises.“Is there anything I could help you with Signorina Cellie?”I whirled around to face him, “Antonio.”“Yes, Signorina Cellie?”“Does Demetrio- I mean does the don come here frequently?”“No Signorina.”“Do you think he has any reason to be here today?”Confusion lined Antonio’s face, he was probably wondering the reason for my random interrogation.

Demetrio's povCellie might just be the only one who would mock my authority and get away with it. She didn't know how lucky she was. If it were to be another, they'd be finding out just how much of a mistake it was as we speak.She swallowed at my declaration, something akin to reverence spreading across her beautiful face. She licked at her lips and blood rushed to my cck as the urge to kiss her filled me.I had lost my wits the moment she barged into the library, everything that was being discussed relocated to the rear of my mind. Cadain following after her had sent a raging storm through me and I had skimmed through the rest of the agenda before basiCellie sending the men on their way.I reached down to breathe in her scent, the smell of flowers and vanilla hitting my nose like cocaine powder. God, how I've missed being this close to her.I had been actively avoiding her ever since that day at Rico's, needing space to work out how that single fuck time had messed with my brain mo

Demetrio’s povI was indeed only a man.The meeting with Fernando Cruz had taken a huge chunk of my time, discussing our next course of action, negotiating new arrangements and meeting new suppliers had gone on far much longer than I expected. Plus I had also spent a considerable effort making the cartel’s capo simmer down and think strategiCellie. It was as if the man believed getting his revenge was as simple as hopping on the next flight to Russia and shooting Alexei Mikhalov in the head.Cellie slipped into the mediumly spacious office, her movements tentative and cautious. She stood at the door as if ready to bolt if there was a need for it. It brought a smile to my face.I should have been exhausted after all of my activities with Fernando but the moment I had walked into Rico’s and sighted her sitting at the bar, all contemplations of going home to rest disappeared from my mind. Just the sight of her made my pulse race faster, the fatigue from the long day fading into nothingne