All Chapters of Tasting My Boyfriend's Brother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

“Is everything okay?” Chris’s voice came through the haze.Flustered, I turned to him, our faces barely inches away from each other.I blushed slightly, leaning back.“It’s nothing, just lost in thought.”Thought or thinking about someone else.Right.Grayson.I turned, but he wasn’t there; gone with the wind, almost like I imagined him.But I didn’t.I could swear I didn’t.Right?“Alright, let’s go!” he said and clicked on the speaker, music filling the confines of the car as he drove.My gaze shifted down and it was then I remembered I was still wearing my dancing fit. “But wait, I can’t go on a date looking like this.” I gestured to myself.He chuckled, meeting my gaze shortly before facing the road again.“I know. That’s why we’re stopping by a boutique on our way there.”I released a breath, leaning back, as I enjoyed the ride.---We had just arrived at the boutique when my gaze caught a backless green dress and a black jacket.I grabbed them and walked into the changing room.

**Grayson's POV** She’s your brother’s girlfriend, they said. Investigate her, they said. Stay away from her, they said. Then tell me why I had her pinned against a bathroom wall, her lips pressed against mine, tasting like the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted? No fucking idea. At first she felt tense, but she eased up, her hand wandering through my hair, her legs wrapping around my waist as she kissed me back. Her teeth sank into my bottom lip, and I retaliated by curling my tongue around hers. Our sparse breaths brushed against each other as she tilted her head to the side, giving me more room. I rolled my tongue inside her mouth. She did the same, her hand tightening around my hair. Her grip felt so tight. Like she was trying to convince herself that it wasn’t real. That it wasn’t supposed to feel this way. It wasn’t supposed to feel this good. I’d wanted this kiss from the moment she walked through those doors wearing that perfect little green backless dress, looking all i

**Zinnia’s POV**I trailed behind, my chest tight, fear lingering in my bones. I turned back slightly, meeting Grayson’s eyes, but they were void of that playful charm they once carried—now they were cold, incredibly cold.I was so far away, but it didn’t stop a chill from snaking up my spine.As we pulled up to what seemed to be his study, the old man settled into his seat. I remained standing, my stomach in knots.“Have a seat,” he said calmly, gesturing to the chair. I offered a nervous smile as I pulled it out and settled down.The office was wide and exquisitely decorated, with the walls littered with business achievements and pictures between him and other billionaires, etc.Right on the table was a picture of Mrs Russo and Chris. They looked so happy, but I also noticed that Grayson wasn’t there—almost like he didn’t exist—and for some reason, it made my chest tighten with pity.I hated him.But I wasn’t inhumane.“I assume we haven’t properly talked since you arrived.” A smile

**Zinnia’s POV**Two palms stood before me like an open book. One belonged to the man who loved me but had also unintentionally hurt me multiple times. The other belonged to the man who made my heart race without permission, who always had me on edge, wondering what he'd do next.My throat worked with a swallow.What was I going to do?A voice screamed Chris. I wouldn't say he had changed, but I at least wanted to give him a chance to earn my forgiveness.But then there was that small voice, that very small, incomprehensible voice, whispering about the possibility of enjoying some time with Grayson.I sighed and turned to Grayson. His lips were tilted in his usual confident smirk.“I'm sorry, but you have to go. And stop coming to my practice. Just stop all this, please…”With each word, I watched as his smirk faded until his lips flattened and his face hardened. But he didn't say a word.His gaze lingered a second longer before he turned and walked to his car, driving off into the du

The time with Chris was amazing—he'd bought me ice cream, gifts, and so much more, but later he went to meet Elara for a public outing.A very imperfect way to end the evening.Now I was alone.Alone with my thoughts.And the demons that plagued my mind.I pulled out my phone, needing a distraction. I scrolled through my contact list until my finger landed on Iyra.I dialed her number, and on the third ring she picked up. Red lights bathed the screen, followed by the muffled sound of loud music.Iyra appeared shortly after, sweat and hair clinging to her face, her chest heaving as though she'd been dancing. She wore a frown.“You really know how to ruin a girl's evening.”I chuckled.“What? Having fun?”“Well, yes,” she grumbled. “That's all I can do since my best friend left me to go spend the entire summer with her boyfriend.”“Oh, come on. It's not like that.”“It is like that.”“You should get your own boyfriend, or you can come here. Then you'll stop feeling so lonely.”She sighe