All Chapters of His sisters boyfriend : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter One :Cole pov I hated him before I even sat down. Maya texted me his name that afternoon Jay Menisa and my jaw clenched. Not because I knew anything about him. Because I knew Maya. She falls fast. She falls hard. And I’m the one who scrapes her off the pavement every time. So when I walked into Salt & Ember, I already had my guard up. He was already there. Early. Confident. Leaning back in his chair like he owned the restaurant. Dark jeans, gray sweater, sleeves pushed up. No designer tags. Just a regular guy who didn’t seem to care that my family owned half the street. His hands were resting on the table. Calloused. Strong. Not gym hands work hands. I noticed them immediately. I hated that I noticed. “Cole! Over here.” Maya waved like she was flagging down a rescue helicopter. Jay turned. Our eyes met. Brown, warm, but with something sharp underneath. Like he was already laughing at a joke I hadn’t heard. He didn’t look away first. “So you’re the famous brother,”

Chapter Three : Jay pov I told myself it didn't mean anything. The staring. The way my chest went tight when Cole Ashford looked at me. The fact that I replayed every word of that gym conversation while lying in bed at 2am, staring at my ceiling, my heart beating too fast. It didn't mean anything. I had a girlfriend. A good one. Maya was kind, beautiful, and somehow not turned off by my secondhand sweaters and calloused hands. She laughed at my stupid jokes. She remembered my coffee order. She deserved better than me obsessing over her older brother. So I buried it. Pushed it down so deep I almost believed it wasn't there. Smiled through my shifts at the coffee shop and pretended everything was fine. It wasn't fine. "You're zoning out again." Sarah nudged my shoulder. We were behind the counter, wiping down machines. The morning rush was over. The café was quiet except for one old man reading a newspaper in the corner. "I'm fine," I said. "You're lying." Sarah crossed her ar

Chapter Five :Cole pov I didn't sleep. Not one hour. Not twenty minutes. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying the feel of Jay's hand on my chest. The way his fingers pressed against my ribs. The way he whispered my name. Tell me to stop. I didn't. Then why are you still touching me? Because I couldn't breathe without him. I got up at 5am. Paced my apartment. Drank coffee I didn't taste. By 7am, I was in the gym, sitting on the same bench, waiting. He showed up at 7:15. Same gray hoodie. Same worn sneakers. Dark circles under his eyes. He hadn't slept either. "You look terrible," I said. "You look worse." I almost smiled. Jay walked past me to the treadmill. Didn't start it. Just stood there with his back to me. "We shouldn't have done that last night," he said. "Done what?" "Almost —" He stopped. Shook his head. "You know what." "We didn't do anything." "Exactly." He turned around. "That's the problem. We didn't do anything, and I sti

Chapter Seven : Maya pov Something was wrong.I didn't know how I knew. I just did. The way Cole avoided my eyes at Sunday dinner. The way Jay canceled plans twice in one week. The way both of them went quiet when I walked into a room. Like they'd been talking about something. Like I was the interruption."You're imagining things," Sarah said. We were at the coffee shop. Jay was working the counter, but he hadn't looked at me once. Not once. In forty-five minutes."I'm not." I stirred my latte. The foam had gone flat. "He's been different for weeks.""Jay? Or Cole?""Both."Sarah raised an eyebrow. "That's weird.""Yeah." I watched Jay hand a customer their drink. He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. It hadn't reached his eyes in days. Maybe longer. I just hadn't been paying attention. "It's weird."That night, Jay came over to my apartment.He was quiet. Distant. He sat on my couch but didn't lean into me like he usually did. His body was stiff, like he was sitting next to a str

Chapter Nine :Jay povI couldn't sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Maya's face. The way she looked at me when she said "I don't hate you. But I can't look at you right now." The way her voice cracked. The way her hands shook.I'd been lying in bed for three hours. Staring at the ceiling. Listening to the rain hit my window. The same rain that had soaked me through when I showed up at Cole's door.That felt like a lifetime ago. It was only last night.I reached for my phone. 2:47am.No messages.I put the phone down. Picked it up again. Opened Maya's thread. The last message was still mine: I don't hate you. But I can't look at you right now. Please respect that.I wanted to text her. I wanted to call her. I wanted to drive to her apartment and beg her to forgive me.But I couldn't. Because she asked me not to. And I'd already broken enough promises.I put the phone down.Sleep didn't come.Morning came anyway. It always does.I dragged myself out of bed. Made coffee. Burnt my