All Chapters of Tempted by my Best Friend’s Brother : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

DylanAfter the show ended I tried to quickly sneak away without having to see anyone. I was really exhausted and I was damn sure in no mood to shake anyone or exchange pleasantries with people who act like I descended personally from heaven to bless them. PheewwwTonight was another night where the music filled everyone else up but somehow still left me feeling empty afterward.By the time I finally escaped the crowd and headed back toward my dressing room, my social battery was hanging on by a thread and all I wanted was silence, and maybe a good smoke.I loosened the collar of my shirt slightly as I walked down the hallway, ignoring Wyatt who was still rambling beside me about numbers and engagement.“The reactions online are already insane,” he said excitedly. “You should’ve seen the crowd when you performed ‘Gravity—”“I was literally there,” I deadpanned.He rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”“Mm.”“You’re not listening to me at all.”“I stopped listening five minutes ag

ZinniaI hated banks.No seriously, I genuinely believed banks were one of the most depressing places on earth.Everything about them screamed stress, suffering, and “your account balance is about to ruin your mental health.”And unfortunately for me… Here I was again.I sat quietly in the uncomfortable chair across from the loan officer while trying not to look as nervous as I felt.The woman in front of me adjusted her glasses slightly before glancing back down at the documents I had submitted.“So you’re applying for a restructuring loan?” She asked and I nodded immediately.“Yes,” I replied calmly, while thanking my stars that I was at least able to compose myself even though there was a turmoil going on in my head.The truth was that I had been thinking about this for weeks now.Even with the WilderSphere contract almost secured, I still couldn’t relax completely because what if something went wrong before the money came through?What if Dylan woke up tomorrow and decided to fire

DylanI noticed something was wrong with Zinnia the second she walked into the penthouse that morning. She looks really exhausted and not those normal tired looks of hers when she looks like the world has given up on her, no. This one felt a bit different like she was going through something she didn’t want to share. I would know because I’ve been there myself a couple of times and I tell you, it’s really not a spot that anyone should be in. She had dark circles beneath her eyes like she hadn’t slept properly in a while and her eyes were kind of puffy like she had cried herself to sleep. Even her clothes looked less put together today, and the weirdest part? She wasn’t talking and neither was she making any sarcastic remarks about me being “Mr Grumpy” or Wyatt being a demon from hell.She was just quiet and her energy was so low that it actually bothered me. I watched her quietly from across the living room while she checked something on her tablet. I could tell all the way from

ZinniaMy grip tightened unconsciously around the folder in my hands while my heart pounded painfully against my ribs.Were they seriously advising him to end the contract early? But if that happens then what was going to happen to me? I knew it wasn’t any of their business but come on…Not now please, I still need to get the full contract from Juliet Wilder. I stayed frozen outside Dylan’s office while the voices inside continued.“You’re losing time,” the label representative said firmly. “Your numbers are climbing again and the investors want movement immediately.”For some seconds no one said anything and I began to panic again. What if he agrees with them? What if he decides to discard me as his concierge and end the contract with WilderSphere early? “I already told you I’m not ending the contract.” Dylan finally spoke and my breath caught slightly.Wait…Have they talked about this before? “You’re prioritizing WilderSphere over your own career right now,” the man argued.“I s

Helena“You don’t understand, Wyatt, Dylan has changed,” I complained, and Wyatt just shrugged like he was uninterested in the conversation we were currently having.I didn’t care, though.I needed him to understand where I was coming from, and I wanted him to tell his artist to sit the fuck up and go back to default settings.Yes!!! I needed him to go back to being the Dylan I knew, not whatever this person he had become was. “He barely picks up my call anymore. When was the last time we actually had Sex?? I mean, it’s been almost two weeks now, and he still hasn't called me to hook up.”“The last almost was when that useless now concierge of his walked in on us. Then he said he was going to invite me to the club later, but he never did.”“And I just… I don’t know. Do you think he’s seeing someone else?? Has he been sleeping with other girls? I know he has a lot of bitches on the side.”“So I need to know if he’s been sleeping with them, and this is just a me problem, it’ll either c