Todos los capítulos de Tempting My Brother’s Best Friend: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The rest of the afternoon passed in thick silence. Sarah barely spoke, her eyes flicking between Mia and Ethan more often than necessary. She smiled when Jake finally got home, but the smile never reached her eyes. By evening, the tension in the house felt like a wire pulled too tight.After dinner, Jake stretched and grinned at the group. “Lila’s been dying to check out that new rooftop bar downtown. Sarah, you in? We can make it a double date thing.”Sarah nodded quickly, standing up. “Yeah. Sounds good. I need to get out of here for a bit.”Ethan leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll pass tonight, man. Got some work emails I need to catch up on. You guys go have fun.”Mia took her cue, keeping her voice casual. “I was actually planning to visit a friend from school. She’s been texting me all day. I’ll probably head out soon too.”Jake shrugged, grabbing his keys. “Cool. Don’t wait up if

Mia stayed curled on the floor of her room for what felt like hours, the sheet still tangled around her naked body like a pathetic shield. The house had gone deathly quiet after the front door slammed, but the chaos still roared inside her head—Jake’s furious roar, Sarah’s broken scream, the sickening crack of fist meeting flesh, Ethan’s bloodied face.Tears came in waves, hot and unstoppable. She pressed her forehead to the carpet, sobs wracking her chest until her throat burned raw. This wasn’t the thrill of stolen kisses or the rush of making Ethan lose control anymore. This was real destruction. Sarah’s tear-streaked face flashed behind her eyelids, the way her voice had cracked when she said “I loved you.” Jake’s eyes—full of betrayal and disappointment instead of the protective warmth she’d always known. And Ethan… God, Ethan looking at her like he was drowning right before Jake shoved him out.“I’m sorry,” she whispered into the empty room, voice hoarse. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

Ethan sat on the edge of his bed, the bruise on his jaw throbbing in time with his heartbeat. Every pulse sent a fresh wave of pain radiating across his face. The cut on his lip had finally stopped bleeding sometime in the early hours, but every time he swallowed, the metallic taste of blood mixed with the bitter aftertaste of regret. His mother had knocked on his door twice already, her voice thick with worry. “Ethan, honey? Are you okay in there? You came home looking like you’d been in a car wreck.” He hadn’t answered either time. What could he possibly say? That he’d been caught balls-deep in his best friend’s little sister? That he’d destroyed his relationship with Sarah, his friendship with Jake, and quite possibly Mia’s entire family in one reckless night?For the first time in his twenty-two years, Ethan had zero control over the situation. He was the guy who always fixed things — the reliable one, the protector, the one who kept everyone else safe. Now he was standing on t

Ethan couldn’t stay away any longer.The email from Mia had been burning in his mind all morning. She was trapped, fighting alone, and he was the reason. After rereading her words for the tenth time, he made a decision. He would go to the house. Not to cause a scene — just to see her face, even for a second, and maybe find a way to talk. The risk was insane, but the alternative — sitting at home doing nothing — was worse.He changed into a clean shirt, pulled the hood of his jacket up to hide the worst of the bruising on his jaw, and drove over. His heart pounded harder with every block. When he pulled up in front of the familiar house, he sat in the truck for a long minute, staring at the front door. Then he got out and knocked.Mia’s mother answered, her face lighting up with surprise and genuine warmth. “Ethan! What a nice surprise. We just got back this morning. Come in, come in.”She pulled him into a quick hug before he could protest. Her father appeared behind her, smiling at

Ethan sat on the old wooden bench at the back of the neighborhood park, the one hidden behind overgrown trees and far from the streetlights. It was 10:45 PM. The night air was cool against his bruised skin, but the ache in his jaw and ribs barely registered. His eyes kept flicking toward the direction of Mia’s house, heart hammering with a mix of hope and dread.He had sent the risky text from a new number right after leaving her house earlier that day. No reply had come. He didn’t even know if she had seen it. But he couldn’t leave without trying. Not after everything that had exploded in front of her parents. The memory of her father’s disappointed face, her mother’s tears, and Jake’s fists still burned, but the look Mia had given him as he walked out the door kept him rooted here.He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring at the dark path that led toward the back fence of her yard. Every rustle of leaves made his pulse spike. What if she couldn’t