บททั้งหมดของ Please, Mr. Sinclair I'm your Stepbrother's Wife: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

Adriana ChenLooking back now, the way he looked at me that first evening should have told me everything. His whole presentation was the precise type I had spent my entire life instinctively avoiding. I had a radar for men like Julian Sinclair. I had always taken the longer route around them, kept my gaze low, my posture closed. I mean for his gift was a packet of protection.Julian pressed his cigar into the ashtray slowly, the ember dying with a small hiss. Then he straightened, adjusted the lapels of his coat with two fingers, and let the smirk stretch. "I hate kids," he announced. He was already turning, already moving toward the door when he paused mid-step as though something had just occurred to him. He glanced back at Andrew, casual and cutting in equal measure. "Right — when is the wedding, bro? Don't forget to send an invitation." And then he was gone, his footsteps disappearing.Benjamin Sinclair was on his feet before the echo of those steps had faded, his jaw set, excu

JULIAN SANCLAIRThe look in her eyes was infinitely more satisfying than I had imagined. The first fragile crack in the perfect image she had built around herself. I had known she would be alone tonight. Hell, I had made sure of it. He took the bait without hesitation, abandoning his bride on the very night she was supposed to become his everything. Pathetic. My little brother never understood the value of the things he possessed which makes it easier for me. I left the door opened, I hanged her wedding photo, just the mere thought of fucking her under that gown was enough to make my cock.It became hard in mere second by the thought of pinning her across the room, moments before the wedding. I grabbed from within my pockets her red panty. Yeah, I had taken one, my fingers tightened around it. God, I was losing my mind. Sniffed in the most delicious scent I might have ever, my heart racking at the scent.The imagination of it was pleasurable, leaning in as I spank that plum ass, damn

Adriana ChenHuh. Shit I had no idea why this kept happening. I would drift without warning, mid-sentence, mid-thought, mid-breath, and there he would be again behind my eyes. After a warm shower, I dressed and headed downstairs, when I found Benjamin Sinclair in the entrance hall with a cluster of men, one look and you could tell they were important.“Morning!” I greeted them politely only for Mr. Benjamin to call me back.“Can I have a word with you,” he excused them and led me towards the fish pond."How are you settling in?" he asked, watching the water."Everything is fine, I guess," I said. He scoffed."You don't have to be polite with me." He dropped a pinch of bait into the water. "We probably look like a joke to you. Wedding over and already you find yourself alone — husband gone abroad with his mother chasing some deal you know nothing about."I was quiet. He continued, his tone stripped of ceremony. "I have no excuse to offer. My only son despises me and is determined to t