บททั้งหมดของ Tied To The Wrong Brother : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 77

Valentino started slow, his movements deliberate, like he had all the time in the world and intended to use every second of it. "Theo," he breathed against Nathan's neck, his warm breath ghosting across Nathan's skin. His hand slid along the curve of his waist, drawing forth soft gasps from his lips. Shivers thrummed across Nathan's skin, each one a response to the press of the man's rough hands against his body, and he arched into his touch. He had really underestimated Valentino's dedication to their wedding night. They had barely stayed for the after-party when the man had suggested going home. Home—a luxurious house he had bought to 'commemorate their new life as a married couple.'What a cheeky man!Valentino's lips followed, pressing soft kisses along his collarbone and the hollow of his throat, leaving a trail of wet heat that pulled another desperate sound from Nathan's lip. His arms found their place around the man's neck and he pulled him closer. Even with his body flush

"If you breathe beside me one more time, I'll smack you," Elena hissed, glaring at Mikhail. The man quickly adjusted his chair and muttered apologies.Nathan guessed the pregnancy phase wasn't as sweet as he'd thought."W-wow, so how's the graduation process going?" He asked, his pulse thrumming with nervous energy, reaching for the fork beside the plate of lamb chops.It was not that surprising, though.His own mother had almost tore down the house because his father snored. Once. While she was eight months in with Kayla. Speaking of Kayla—"There's a party," Mikhail answered, slicing the lamb and putting it all in Elena's plate. She mumbled something about him wanting to make her fat and he stopped, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. Almost immediately, she swatted him and continued eating. "Plan to attend?" A silence stretched between them and from across the table, Nathan could see his best friend's grip on his fork tighten."Why would he attend when I can't attend?" Elena answ

"..."Valentino did not speak a word as they drove to the restaurant. He simply kept his eyes forward, his grip tight on the wheel, and his jaw set hard. And Nathan wasn't sure what to say to break the ice. "Valik."His husband's eyes never left the road. If he wasn't driving so well, Nathan could have sworn his mind was no longer here and who could blame him if it wasn't? How could anyone be fine after being introduced as a friend by their husband?"Valik. I'm sorr—" "Why?" The question cut him off. No, it was his voice. It had dropped a few octaves, laced with a rage that made Nathan's nails dig into his seat enough to cut through the leather. Yes why, Nathan?Why had he blurted that out?"I just—i panicked, okay?" He shifted forwards, turning fully towards Valentino as he pulled into a parking lot. When the car stopped, his husband killed the ignition and finally looked at him. "Who panics and says their husband is a friend, Nathan?" The way his real name left his mouth did mor