All Chapters of My Brother's Best Friend: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

NOVA "Explain?" Enzo's eyes narrow as he looks down at me. "Explain what, Nova? That you’re stashing Noah’s least favorite person in your wardrobe like a piece of dirty laundry?" "Enzo, please," I stammer. I hold my hands up, palms out. "It’s not what it looks like! We weren't doing anything, I swear to God! Caleb was just... we were just talking, and then we heard footsteps, and I panicked! You can't tell Noah. You cannot tell my parents, Enzo, please." Caleb blinks, his smirk fading into a look of slow-burning confusion. He looks between the two of us, his brows furrowing as his gaze lands squarely on Enzo. "Wait... hold on a second," Caleb cuts in, scratching the back of his neck. "I don't get it. Isn't this your room, Nova?" I snap my head toward him. "Caleb, please, just shut up..." "No, seriously, isn't this Nova's room?" Caleb asks, completely ignoring me as he takes a step forward, eyeing Enzo up and down with an annoying smirk. "What were you doing in here in the first p

NOVAEnzo’s jaw tightens just enough for a muscle to flex against his cheekbone. He straightens up, stepping back. His face goes completely blank. "I don't care," Enzo says. My heart sinks. "Okay," I whisper.I don't wait for him to say anything else. Wrapping my arms around myself, I walk past him toward the entrance of the kitchen. My steps feel heavy, the silence in the house pressing down on my shoulders with every inch I put between us. But as my hand touches the edge of the doorframe, I stop.I can't just walk away. I turn around slowly, looking back at him. Enzo is still standing by the counter, staring at the dark window, his hands shoved deep into his pockets."Enzo?" I call softly.He doesn't answer, doesn't even turn his head."Enzo, I'm sorry," I say, my voice cracking slightly. "I'm really, really sorry."He lets out a short, quiet exhale through his nose, his gaze remaining fixed on the glass. "Got it.""Please..." I swallow past the lump in my throat, taking a half-s

NOVA“What do I have to do?” I ask, my voice barely carrying over the rustle of the wind.Enzo’s head tilts back slightly, a dark laugh slipping past his lips. He shakes his head slowly, looking at me like I’ve just confirmed his worst suspicions.“Damn. So fast.” He scoffs, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “You don't even hesitate, do you? You just keep giving me reasons why I shouldn't trust you.”“Enzo, I'm just trying to understand...”“Get in the car.”He gets into the driver’s seat and slams his door before I can say another word. I pull open the passenger side, sliding into the cold seat and dragging my hemline down as far as it will stretch, which isn't very far at all. The engine turns over with a heavy roar, and within seconds, we’re pulling away from the curb.The ride is quiet. Enzo keeps both hands locked on the wheel at ten and two, his eyes fixed dead ahead on the dark asphalt. The silence between us feels heavier than any argument. I press my knees together, staring out th

NOVAThe leather of Enzo’s jacket wraps warmly around my shoulders, swallowing me in his scent... I stay stiff in his arms as he carries me across the dark asphalt, the distance to his black sports car feeling too short and too long all at once.He reaches the passenger side, pulling the door open with one hand while keeping a steady grip on my knees. Without a word, he gently deposits me onto the seat. I pull his jacket tighter around myself, tucking my legs inside the warm interior.Before I can even catch my breath, Enzo turns. “Stay right there,” he says.I watch through the open door as he strides back into the shadows toward where we left my shoes. A minute later, he returns, holding my abandoned stilettos by their thin straps. He crouches down by the passenger-side footwell, sliding my shoes onto the floorboard before looking up at me through the open door.“Thank you,” I mutter, as he climbs into the driver's seat and pulls the door shut. I shift nervously in my seat, gripping

NOVA I can't breathe for two seconds. There's so much heat in my face, it shifts from scorching and burns straight through my fucking ribcage. That's how hot it is. "You are a sick, arrogant asshole," I murmur. Enzo’s smirk stays locked in place, self-satisfied and smug, like he’s just scored the winning goal in game seven. He reaches for his seatbelt, unbothered, as if he didn't just weaponize my deepest insecurities and manipulate my trust just to get a cheap laugh. "Oh, come on, Nova, lighten up," he says, shaking his head. "It was a joke. You were getting way too intense about the journalism stuff. I had to break the..." I raise my hand and I hit him on his shoulder. It’s not enough to hurt him... he’s built like a brick wall... but the way he recoils sends a shockwave back up my own arm. He flinches, his smirk wavering for a second as he looks at me. "A joke?" My voice cracks, rising as I yank on the door handle. It unlocks. " My life getting ruined is not funny. And watchin