All Chapters of Claimed By My Best Friend Brother : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Jarek I have been sitting across the street from the club for almost half an hour, and I know that if anyone were to ask me what exactly I am doing here, I would not have a reasonable answer because there is absolutely no legitimate reason for me to be parked outside a club in the middle of the night, watching the entrance like some kind of guard, especially when the woman I am waiting for has no idea that I followed her here.I should leave. I know that. I have told myself that at least ten times since I parked the car, yet every time I reach for the keys, my eyes return to the entrance, and every time I consider driving away, the same uncomfortable thought comes back to me.Bambi is inside. With men. My jaw tightens. I don’t know when this became a problem. I don’t know when I started caring where she goes, who she talks to, or who looks at her, because only a few weeks ago I had convinced myself that she meant nothing to me, and now I somehow know the location of her apartment, th

Jarek The moment my hand closes around the man’s wrist, I feel my entire body go rigid with anger, but it is not the kind of anger that comes from jealousy or some ridiculous belief that Bambi belongs to me, because she doesn’t, and I have made that clear to myself countless times, it is simply rage at the fact that this idiot thought he could put his hands on a woman who had already told him to stop, and when he tries to yank his arm away from me, I tighten my grip.“Let her go.”He looks at me with irritation. “Who the hell are you?”I don’t answer. Instead, I pull him toward me and my fist connects with his face before he even has time to understand what is happening.He stumbles backward. Calla gasps. “Jarek!”I don’t stop. The man tries to swing at me, but I catch his arm and hit him again, harder this time, watching as he falls against the side of a parked car.“You think you can grab people because they’re drunk?” He wipes blood from the corner of his mouth.“You’re crazy.” I

Bambi I remain still for a while as I feel Jarek lips on mine. I’m drunk. I’m so fucking drunk. Those are the words that repeat in my head over and over again. I’m drunk. I went to the club. I got too drunk . There is no way that this is happening. Jarek cannot kiss me. There is no way that Jarek will kiss me. Jarek? I’m in so much disbelief and I blame everything on the alcohol that I’ve taken because there is no way that it’s possible. But it feels so real. I can feel Jarek's hands on my face, he’s holding each side of my face and his lips are on mine. He is kissing me!! Jarek does not kiss. He had told me several times. When we were hooking up, kissing him was like a taboo just the same way he was so irrational about getting touched. It has to be a dream. That’s what I tell myself. But it feels so fucking real. The way his lips move and his smell feels in my nostrils. Jarek smells so good and his masculine smell is all over me. No matter how I try to convince myself that it’s

Bambi By the time I arrive at work, the headache that had been threatening to split my skull open when I woke up has reduced to a dull ache sitting stubbornly behind my eyes, which I decide is a blessing because I honestly don’t know how I would have survived the morning if the pounding had remained as bad as it was when I first opened my eyes, and although I still feel slightly tired from everything that happened at the club last night, I am determined to put it behind me because I have enough things to worry about without adding Jarek and his inexplicable behavior to the list.I walk into the office with my bag hanging from my shoulder, greet the receptionist with a polite smile and head toward my desk, already mentally preparing myself for the amount of work waiting for me, because the last thing I want is to spend the entire day thinking about what happened at my apartment, especially when I know that eventually I will have to see Jarek again, and the thought alone makes me remem

Bambi By the time Friday afternoon arrived, I had almost convinced myself that Jarek’s strange behavior earlier in the week had nothing to do with me. Almost. I had spent the past few days trying not to think about the way he had looked at Kol, the way his voice had changed when he questioned me, or the fact that he had somehow managed to make me feel like I had done something wrong simply because another man had held my hand, and although I kept telling myself that Jarek’s behavior was none of my business, the truth was that I was still confused by it. I was even more confused by the kiss. That stupid kiss had somehow lodged itself in the back of my mind, appearing whenever I least expected it, and every time I remembered it, I became angry all over again because there was no explanation for it. Jarek hated me. He had said so. He had made sure I knew it. So I refused to waste another minute trying to figure out why a man who claimed I meant nothing to him suddenly cared about