All Chapters of Tasting My Boyfriend's Brother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

19 Chapters

1: Fiancee

**Zinnia’s POV**“Have you landed?” Bruno asked, and I groaned, my body collapsing onto a wooden bench.“I landed three hours ago! And still no sign of Chris! He promised he would be here, and yet he isn’t.” I tried to control my anger. As much as I wanted to vent my frustration, I didn’t want my brother finding out that Chris and I were something more.It would kill him.And ruin everything.“It’s okay. I’ll call him. He’s probably busy.”“He probably is…”“Don’t move around too much. Just sit and wait for him, okay?”I rolled my eyes. “I’m 26, Bruno. I’ll be fine.”“But you’re still my baby sister, and I have the right to worry about you.”Classic Bruno.Treating me like a child even in my twenties. Once again, this proved my point, he would murder Chris if he found out about us. But I was going to tell him… soon.Or probably never…He ended the call, and I tried Chris’s line again, grabbing my suitcase as I headed toward a nearby restaurant. The call went straight to voicemail—it d

2: A Girlfriend In Distress

**Zinnia's POV**“She’s my fiancée.”I couldn’t hear anything else. The sound of my heart shattering rang in my ears, making me stagger.“What do you mean?” My voice trembled. “What the hell do you mean, Chris?!”She gave me a confused look, her gaze shifting between me and Chris. When the silence stretched too long, she leaned closer to him, her hand pressing against his chest.Her ring glowed bright showing her expensive it was.“He’s my fiancée.”My eyes stung, my throat painfully dry. “Fiancée?... Your fiancée!” My voice rose the second time as anger racked through me. “You said you loved me, Chris—you promised we’d be together. Then why…?”It all made sense now.The reason he’d been distant for the past three months.The reason he barely responded to my texts.The reason he couldn’t even come to pick me up from the airport… It was her.A sharp pain tore through my chest as I watched my world—my heart—crumble to pieces.Chris pulled away from her and took my hand in his. I yanked

3: Memories My Ass

**Grayson's POV**Zinnia Maxwell.My brother’s secret girlfriend of six years.Though “girlfriend” felt generous—more like a placeholder he kept around when it suited him. Something convenient. Easy.Chris always described her as nerdy, quiet, and weird.But the girl standing in front of me didn’t fit that description.Not even close.She looked… different. Unexpected. Unexpected in a way that made my chest tighten slightly, my throat closing before I could make sense of it.I didn’t like that.So I looked away.Chris shifted almost immediately, subtly stepping in front of her like he was shielding her from my gaze.My lips curved faintly.Interesting.“What’s this?” he asked, glancing at my outstretched hand before lifting his gaze to mine.“A gift,” I replied, tilting my head slightly. “Or what? Brothers aren’t allowed to give gifts anymore?”“From a normal brother? Sure.” His lips twitched, but there was no humor behind it. “From you? Not so much.”Before I could respond, my mother

4: Its Not Proper To Look At Someone's Fiancee That Way

**Zinnia's POV**Chris tugged at my sleeve, pulling me along until we got to a room. Elara had excused herself to use the restroom, so it was just us. His nails dug into my skin, pain shooting up my arm.“Hey, let me go! What’s with you?” I snapped, his eyes burning with a mixture of rage and jealousy.“What was that just now?”“What was what?” I asked, even though I knew exactly what he was talking about. My mind drifted to Grayson—the way he looked at me made my chest tighten for some reason—but I squashed that thought before it could fully bloom.He swept his hair back, pacing across the room. “I shouldn’t have allowed Grayson to come with you.” He snapped his gaze to me. “Did he say anything to you?”“No, he didn’t.” My brows knitted. “Or was there something I needed to know?”“There’s nothing,” he dismissed with a snap.“Then what’s the problem?”“Don’t. Don’t look at Grayson that way. You don’t know him the way that I do. He’s dangerous. Very dangerous.”I almost chuckled. So th

5: They're Perfect For Each Other

I pushed myself up, aiming for the door, but Elara’s hand found my wrist, tugging me back. My jaw clenched.“Don’t do anything stupid.”Stupid?STUPID?!Rage and disgust seared through my bones. I snatched my wrist away.“You’re the one who’s making out with your fiancé’s brother, and I’m the one doing something stupid?”She rolled her eyes. “So what are you going to do? Tell Chris?”“Of course I will. I will never allow my friend to marry a cheater like you.”She chuckled, the sound void of humor but filled with mockery. “You think I don’t know about you? About your relationship with Chris?”My blood ran cold.“How do you think Chris would feel when I inform the public about his affairs with you?”The thought made fear settle in my chest, but I ignored it. If I showed fear I would prove that it was true and I needed to hide it, for Chris's sake.“There’s nothing going on between us. Don’t twist things,” I dismissed.She shrugged, shooting a glance at Grayson with a sly smile which he

6: The Bet

“ I'm sorry okay. I didn't want to dance with him, your mum pushed me to.” “ And you couldn't reject her?” He retorted.“ I tried! I really tried.” “ Then you didn't try enough, cause I saw your face when you danced with him. You were smiling and I could tell you liked it.” His words cut through me like a blade, drawing blood, my chest heaved but I tried to calm myself down. “ It's just a dance Chris, it's not a big deal.”“ It'll start with a dance then you'll end up screwing him,”“ I'm not a cheat Chris!” I snapped, the rage I'd tried to bottle up came crashing down. “ Do you think I'm that cheap? That I'll go around sleeping with guys?”He didn't answer. Not even a “ I know you'll never do that” “ You don't trust me?” My voice broke but his face remained inexpressive. “ Fine,” I sniffled, pulling out my phone.I opened my gallery and showed him the pic of Grayson and Elara. His eyes flashed but it vanished just as quick as it came. “ Why are you showing me this?”“ You can sh

7: A Girlfriend To Attend to

**Grayson’s POV**The words hung in the air, the silence loud but at the same time not.I could see how her pupils dilated when I said it. I could hear how loud her heart was racing, how thick her breaths got, how her fists tightened at her sides.She hated this.But liked it at the same time.Zinnia Maxwell was my brother’s secret girlfriend. I shouldn’t be this close to her, or trapped in a bathroom with her, or have said any of those things to her, but I was never one to follow rules.She interested me—in a way that felt too wrong to ignore.Seeing Chris mad was a bonus. The mission was also another bonus, but a part of me wanted to see how fast she’d break.How much humiliation she’d swallow before she finally snapped.Fucked up.I know.She stayed silent for another beat before regaining herself, flashing her lashes. The familiar scowl etched itself onto her face.“You’re insane! You’re actually insane!”She looked down. “I should have listened to Chris when he said to stay away

8: Just A Car Ride

**Zinnia's POV**I stood outside the door, hesitation lingering in my features.My teeth dug into my lower lip as I contemplated knocking or not knocking.It had been a few hours since breakfast. A couple of hours since Grayson stupidly called me his girlfriend in front of everyone.That arrogant bastard!Mrs. Russo, of course, smiled and asked me questions like me and him had already gone on a date yet all I could think about was Chris.He wasn’t already talking to me much, but after that morning, something shifted.The way he looked at me made my chest tighten, and now I was standing in front of his bedroom door wondering if I should knock or not.I released a sigh, my knuckles pressing lightly against the wood.At first, there was no answer.The second time, same response.It continued until the fifth knock, and I was already about to give up.That was when the door rolled open.My heart leapt without permission.I’d expected Chris to be there, but I saw Elara instead.She was wear

9: The Bracelet

I pulled the door open and stepped in, my heart in my throat for some reason. I gripped the gift box for support, surprised how it hadn't ripped by now.“ Seat belt.” His voice rang and I immediately obliged, putting my seatbelt before he could do something weird like put it on me.He started the car and began the drive for some reason he was oddly quiet and it made me feel uneasy. I barely knew him but one thing I knew was that he impossible to predict. The first minute he saw me, he was rude to me, the next he's trapping me behind bathroom doors and saying things that no brother should ever say to his sibling’s girlfriend.I released a breath and reached for the radio, turning it up, anything— anything that could break this silence. But nothing, for some stupid reason the radio wasn't working!It was almost like the universe hated me and wanted me to talk to this guy.The car felt cramped, too cramped. I felt too hyper aware of my surroundings. His scent, how he turned the steering

10: We're Going On A Date

I did the last spin, my feet moving swiftly against the wooden floor, then I stopped, my arms spread, hair gummed to my face, my chest heaving.Mrs Irene, flashed me a smile— she was my dance instructor and also, the mother I never had. I'd met her years ago, whilst I was working part time in a cafe. I was on a break, cleaning the shop, vibing to my favourite song. I'd barely even noticed that someone was staring at me. When I finally did, we talked and she introduced me to professional dancing.It felt too good to be true.Because I felt most like myself when I danced.There was something about the way the rhythm curled around me, the way my body responded to every beat, every sound. Dancing felt easy, felt normal— and it was the perfect escape at the time from the shit I called life.She saw me in need and offered to lend me money, I wanted to accept it but Bruno refused so instead, she helped me by pushing me to participate in dan

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