บททั้งหมดของ My Bestfriend’s Brother : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

IslaThe taste of me was still in my mouth.The moment I blinked awake, the memory slammed straight into me, Zayne shoving those same fingers into my mouth, watching with those seductive, hungry eyes as I sucked them. My entire body clenched, heat tearing straight through my stomach at the thought of it.God. I shouldn’t be thinking about it.I dragged in a shaky breath and looked around his dim room, the curtains still drawn, the air smelled faintly with the scent of sweat, sex, and Zayne.His arm was thrown lazily over the pillow where my body had been. His hair was a dark mess on the sheets.His chest rose and fell slowly, like nothing in his world could ever bother him.And that was my signal to leave.I slipped out of bed carefully, gathering my nightwear and sweater, trying not to disturb him. Every step was a reminder of everything he did to me last night, the marks on my neck, the ache between my thighs, the soreness in places I didn’t even know could be sore.I opened the doo

Isla Sienna’s words hang in the air like a blade still mid-swing. She isn’t even angry in a loud way.It’s worse. She sounds broken.My throat tightens until it hurts. “Sienna… I—I didn’t mean for—”“For it to happen?” She laughs, a sharp, humorless sound that shakes her shoulders. “Isla, you didn’t trip and fall onto my brother.”Her voice is trembling. She’s trembling. Her hands slide into her hair like she’s holding her skull together.I stand, reaching for her instinctively. “Let me explain—”“Don’t touch me.”Those words hurt. I stop dead.She looks at me, eyes full of disbelief, betrayal, and something else—fear.“I trusted you,” she whispers. “I trusted you more than I trust anyone in this house. You promised—you promised—that you wouldn’t go close to him. That we’d stay away from toxic men. That we’d protect each other from stupid decisions.”Her voice cracks.“Isla, he is the stupidest decision you could have possibly made.”My chest caves. “You don’t understand.”“I underst

Isla THE NEXT DAY…I woke up before dawn. My suitcase lay open, the house still half-asleep, quiet walls, soft floorboards, a faint breeze slipping through the hallway windows. Everyone else was probably dead to the world, but my mind hadn’t rested at all. I kept replaying Sienna’s face…the disappointment…the fear. And Zayne’s expression behind her, simmering with something dangerous. I padded down the stairs, my heart thudding in a slow, guilty rhythm. Sienna’s room was at the far end of the ground floor, the door slightly open, light spilling in a thin line across the hallway carpet. She was awake. Probably hadn’t slept—because of me.I hesitated. For a moment, I thought about turning around, running back upstairs, burying myself under the covers, pretending none of this was happening.But I didn’t. I gently knocked and pushed the door open.“Sienna…?”She didn’t even glance at me.Her suitcase sat open on the bed, clothes folded into painfully neat sections. She was halfway throu

IslaThe jet was quiet, like the kind of silence that presses on your chest and makes you aware of every breath you take. Sienna sat beside me with her knees tucked close, headphones in, head leaned back, but her thoughts were nowhere near sleep. Her fingers tapped an anxious rhythm against her thigh—something she only did when she was trying to swallow worry whole.And Zayne…Zayne was nowhere.Not once did I see him after boarding. Not a glimpse of his stupidly perfect face, not the swipe of a hand through his hair, not even his cologne drifting through the narrow aisle. Nothing. I checked—subtly. Once. Twice. Five times. He wasn’t in the lounge area, or in the private sleeping booth, or in the small dining section. Which meant one of two things:He either didn’t board with us…Or he boarded and hid.And maybe that should’ve been a relief—after last night’s fight, the distance should’ve been a mercy. But somewhere over the dark stretch of ocean, my relief faded and an uneasy tightness

ZayneRico’s voice still echoed in my head.He’d said it like I wasn’t even standing there beside Isla. Like I wasn’t even a factor. Like I was invisible.Isla glanced between us like she’d been caught in the middle of a gunfight she never signed up for.Her lips parted. “I—uh—sure. Just… a minute.”My jaw went tight, but I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t. If I opened my mouth right then, something ugly was gonna come out. So I just stood there, stiff as a damn statue in the courtyard while Rico led her toward the walkway behind the cabins.They weren’t far.But far enough that I couldn’t hear a single damn thing.Their shadows moved across the stone wall, his hands gesturing, her arms folding, her body angling slightly away, then leaning back in again. I watched them like a psychopath. I knew I looked crazy, standing there glaring at nothing, trying to read lips I couldn’t see.What were they talking about?Why did he need her alone?Why did she agree so easily?I didn’t have answers,