บททั้งหมดของ My Bestfriend’s Brother : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Isla’s POV The sunlight brushed my eyelids, warm and soft, and I groaned before peeling myself out of bed. My stomach twisted with nerves and excitement all at once. Tonight…Tonight was the night. A night date with Zayne. I’d agreed, finally, and now that the day had arrived, my brain wouldn’t stop running circles around what could happen, what I’d say, how I’d act.I sat on the edge of the bed, tugging my hair into a messy bun, my mind racing. Sienna is going to have a field day with this, I rehearsed silently, trying to imagine how I’d tease him without giving away the butterflies in my stomach. He looked so… alpha over the phone yesterday. What if tonight he’s even more… commanding?I laughed quietly to myself, rolling my eyes at my own nervousness. Who was I kidding? I wasn’t just nervous. I was desperate to see him, desperate to have him fully to myself again in such a long time. And maybe a little bit terrified, too.Pulling on my cream blouse, the one that hit just right at my

Isla’s POV I leaned back against the bed, my chest rising fast, hands trembling just slightly as I watched him. The vibrator rested on the nightstand, a little reminder of the gift he had given me. And the small stack of couple sex cards I had bought for him sat there too, the cards’ instructions teasing at what was to come.Zayne’s gaze met mine, smoldering, full of that dominance I’d been craving for months, yet softened with tenderness only I ever got to see. “You ready?” he asked, a sly edge to his voice, but warm, teasing, waiting for my answer.“Ready? Like ready for school?” I teased, expecting his reaction.He chuckled softly, that low sound that always sent shivers down my spine. “School, huh? You could’ve been more specific and said "a marathon workout.”I rolled my eyes, biting back a grin. “Yeah, maybe. We could use that word. Let’s see if you can handle all the heat.” He smirked, stepping closer, and for a moment, I regret trying him. Now, there was only him, and the wa

Isla’s POV Ben sat behind one of the editing monitors, scrolling through Lightroom with that focused frown he always wore when he was working. Ava lounged on the couch with her tablet, occasionally glancing up at me like she was waiting for the next chapter of my life to drop like a N*****x release. I leaned against the long worktable, folding my arms loosely. “So,” I started. Ben hummed absentmindedly. Ava perked up immediately. “That tone means announcement.” I sighed. “Do we have any ongoing gigs? Anything that came in while I was in Italy?” Ben rotated his chair slightly, tapping a few keys before opening the project tracker spreadsheet. “We had two inquiries. One engagement shoot, one small brand campaign. I told them you were out of town but we could schedule later if they were flexible.” “Are they still interested?” “Engagement couple booked someone else,” he said, not sugarcoating it. “The brand campaign is still open. They’re waiting for confirmation.” I nodded slow

Zayne’s POV The road stretched long and quiet ahead of me, sunlight flickering through the windshield in broken strips of gold. The steady hum of the engine usually calmed me. Usually gave me time to think without feeling trapped inside my own head.Currently, it only made everything louder.Isla sat beside me, clutching that file like it might disappear if she loosened her grip. Her fingers were pale around the edges of the folder, her shoulders slightly hunched inward, like she was trying to protect herself from something invisible pressing against her ribs.Her father was deceased. I hadn’t known. The realization still sat heavy in my chest.It wasn’t just the fact itself. Death was not unfamiliar to me. Loss was practically currency in my world.But Isla carried it differently.There was something unfinished about it. Something unresolved. Like grief had never been given space to settle, it had simply been folded and tucked away inside her until now.And worse…Her mother was ba

Isla’s POV I didn’t realize I had stopped breathing until Isabella reached across the counter and gently slid a small plate of lemon biscuits toward me.“Elena,” she repeated softly, as if the name itself deserved reverence. “My sister.”The word sister settled into the room, quiet, suffocating, and unavoidable.I forced my fingers to loosen slightly around my teacup, terrified I might drop it and shatter the fragile composure I was clinging to.“I… didn’t know you were related,” I said carefully.My voice sounded calm. Inside, questions were already forming sharp, jagged edges against my ribs.Isabella nodded slowly, lowering her gaze to her tea like she was watching memories swirl inside the cup.“We weren’t always close,” she admitted. “But blood is blood. And losing her…” She paused, exhaling softly. “It changed everything.”Silence stretched between us again. The ocean outside roared faintly against the cliffs, waves smashing into stone with relentless rhythm.I swallowed.“Zayn