Todos los capítulos de Addicted to my Stepbrother : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

JULIAN I ended the call with Kai and dropped my phone on the bed, staring at the ceiling. “You’re not jealous, Julian. You’re not,” I muttered to myself for the tenth time. The house felt smaller every single day with Mom and Dante still gone on their honeymoon. Two weeks suddenly felt like two years. Every room echoed. Every silence pressed in.Kai’s voice still rang in my head. “Bro, just talk to him. Or fuck him again. Or both. But stop acting like you don’t want to climb that man like a tree.” I had laughed it off on the phone, told him he was crazy, but now the words stuck.I forced myself to sit at the desk and open my laptop. Med-school orientation started in three days. I needed to review the schedule, the hospital rotation expectations, the reading list. I clicked through the files, highlighter ready, but my eyes kept drifting to the door. Enzo had been watching me all evening. Not saying much. Just those quiet, intense grey eyes following me whenever I walked past the livin

JULIAN “Oh, I’m terribly sorry!” a posh British accent said, warm and crisp at the same time. A stack of papers fluttered between us. I reached out to steady her before she dropped anything else.“No, that was my fault,” I said quickly, bending to help pick up the scattered sheets. “I had my head in my phone like an idiot.”She straightened up with a bright laugh. She was pretty, sharp cheekbones, warm brown eyes, and curly hair pulled into a neat ponytail. She wore a simple blouse and jeans, but carried herself like she belonged in a lecture hall already.“Julian Kingsley, right?” she asked, tilting her head with a knowing smile. “Fifth-year med transfer. I saw your name on the orientation list this morning. I’m Charlotte Harrington. Same department. I’m the student assistant for Professor Lang’s anatomy lab this semester.”I blinked, surprised. “You already know who I am?”Charlotte grinned, handing me the last of her papers. “I make it my business to know everyone in our year. Top

JULIANEnzo’s sleek black SUV pulled up outside the dorm building exactly twenty minutes after I called him. I stood on the curb with my salvaged boxes and the two ruined textbooks in a plastic bag, feeling awkward as hell. My hands were shoved deep in my pockets so he wouldn’t see them shaking.He stepped out, tall and composed in a dark hoodie and jeans, grey eyes scanning me like he already knew every thought in my head. “Julian.”“Hey,” I muttered, not meeting his gaze. “Thanks for… coming.”Enzo didn’t smile. He just popped the trunk and started loading boxes like it was nothing. “Get in.”We drove in complete silence. The penthouse was only ten minutes away, but it felt like an hour. Every red light made the air thicker. I stared out the window, jaw tight, replaying the last time we were alone in a car together. His hand around my throat. I hated how my body remembered.The building was ridiculous, glass and steel, doorman in a suit, private elevator that opened straight into th

JULIAN I woke up in the penthouse the next morning with sunlight pouring across my bed and the events of last night still spinning in my head. The alley, the sirens, Enzo’s hand gripping my arm like he owned me. I lay there for a minute, staring at the ceiling, annoyed with myself. Why did my brain keep replaying the way he looked at me under those flashing lights? I hated how much I wanted to see him again. And I hated even more that I hated it.Enzo was already gone. His bedroom door was open, bed made, the whole place quiet except for the low hum of the fridge. Good. I didn’t want to face him right now. I showered quickly, threw on my scrubs and white coat, grabbed my bag, and headed out for another long day at the hospital.Rounds started early. I joined the team on the ward, notebook ready, as we moved from patient to patient.“Mr. Ramirez in 407,” the resident said. “Julian, you present.”I stepped forward. “Sixty-eight-year-old male admitted for community-acquired pneumonia. O

JULIAN I was half-asleep when a heavy, warm body suddenly dropped onto the bed beside me. My eyes flew open and I squealed like an idiot, scrambling back against the headboard.“What the— Enzo?” I gasped.He was completely out of it, face-down on my pillow, still wearing the black shirt from the club. The smell of whiskey and expensive cologne hit me hard. He groaned softly and rolled over, throwing one long arm across my waist and pulling me closer like I was his personal teddy bear.“Enzo! Wake up!” I hissed, shoving at his shoulder. “This is my room. Get off me!”He didn’t wake up. Instead, he nuzzled his face into my neck and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “pretty boy… stay.” His arm tightened around me, heavy and warm. I froze, heart hammering against my ribs. His breath was hot on my skin, and for one stupid second I almost let myself relax into it.No. Absolutely not.I wriggled and pushed harder. “Enzo, I swear to God, if you don’t let go I’m going to scream