All Chapters of His sisters boyfriend : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter One Hundred One : Richard pov The morning after Jay and Cole returned from Paris, Richard Ashford woke up to an empty house. Not empty like before. Empty like peaceful. The curtains were open. The birds were singing. The garden was blooming. He lay in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything that had happened.Paris. The Musée d'Orsay. Jay's painting on the wall. His son's hand in Jay's hand. The way they looked at each other. Like they were home.Richard got out of bed. Walked to the kitchen. Made coffee. The house was quiet. Too quiet. But for the first time in years, the quiet didn't feel lonely.The phone rang at 9am. Cole."Dad. How are you?""Good. Tired. You?""Busy. Practice starts in an hour.""Then go. Don't let me keep you.""You're not keeping me. I wanted to hear your voice."Richard smiled. "You're soft.""I'm your son.""Same thing.""It's not.""It is."Richard spent the morning in the garden.The flowers were tall. The colors were br

Chapter One Hundred Three :Cole pov The arena was loud. Playoffs were coming. Every game mattered. Every shift mattered. Every mistake mattered.I was on the ice. The puck was on my stick. The net was in front of me. I shot. The goalie saved it. I shot again. The goalie saved it again. I shot a third time. The goalie didn't save it.The red light went on. The crowd erupted. My teammates mobbed me.We won. 4-2.After the game, Jay found me."You scored," he said."I scored.""In overtime.""In overtime."He hugged me. "I'm proud of you.""Thank you.""I love you.""I love you too."The locker room was loud. Guys were celebrating. Coach was smiling. Liam was pouring water on my head."You're different," Liam said."Different how?""Calmer. Like you're not fighting something anymore.""I'm not.""What changed?"I thought about it. "Jay. The studio. Paris. Berlin. Everything."Liam nodded. "Good. Keep it."I drove home. The streets were empty. The stars were out.Jay was in the studio. P

Chapter One Hundred Five : Cole pov The flight home from Berlin was quiet. Jay was asleep. His head was on my shoulder. His hand was in mine. The plane was dark. The engines hummed. I stared out the window. Watched the clouds. Thought about everything.The girl. The painting. The curator. The solo exhibition. Jay's face when she said yes. Simone's smile. Klaus's daughter touching the frame."You're awake," Jay mumbled."I'm awake.""You're thinking.""I'm always thinking.""Too loud."I smiled. "Go back to sleep.""Can't. Too awake now."He sat up. Rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?""Almost there.""Are you okay?""I don't know.""What's wrong?""Nothing. Everything. I don't know how to keep up with you."Jay looked at me. "Keep up?""Your career. Your success. Your life. It's all moving so fast.""It's moving fast for me too.""It doesn't look like it."Jay took my hand. "Then look closer."The plane landed at 4pm.Maya picked us up. She was wearing jeans and a sweater. Her hair wa

Chapter One Hundred Seven : Richard pov The plane descended through clouds. Italy appeared. Green hills. Red roofs. Blue water. Richard pressed his face to the window. He'd never been to Italy. Never wanted to. Too far. Too expensive. Too much time.But now he had time. He had money. He had nothing to prove and nowhere to be.The plane landed. The runway was hot. The air was thick. The terminal was crowded. People speaking Italian. Gesturing. Laughing. He felt like a stranger in a world he didn't understand."Mr. Ashford?"A driver was holding a sign with his name."Yes.""I'm Enzo. Your driver.""Thank you."Enzo took his bag. Led him to a black car. The leather was warm. The air conditioning was cold."Where to?" Enzo asked."The hotel.""Which hotel?""The one my daughter booked."He showed Enzo the address. Enzo nodded. They drove.The hotel was small. Old. Elegant. A courtyard with lemon trees. A fountain with water. A view of the sea."This is too much," Richard said."It's not

Chapter One Hundred Nine :Cole povThe morning after Jay told me about the Berlin exhibition, I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the window. The sky was gray. The streets were wet. Our apartment was cold. Jay was still asleep next to me, his arm around my waist, his breath warm on my neck.I didn't move. Didn't want to wake him. I just lay there thinking about everything. Berlin. The exhibition. The painting. The curator. The proposal. His voice in the middle of the night. I want to marry you.Jay stirred. "You're awake.""I'm awake.""You're thinking.""I'm always thinking.""Too loud."I smiled. "Go back to sleep.""Can't. Too awake now."He pulled me closer. Buried his face in my hair."I love you," he said."I love you too."The phone rang at 9am. My father."Cole," he said. "How are you?""Good. Tired. Jay is still sleeping.""He deserves the rest. Berlin was big.""It was.""I've been thinking about the exhibition. About the painting. About what comes next.""What about it?"