Todos os capítulos de Revenge Dating My Ex's Brother: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 77

August arrived twenty minutes after our phone call. I knew because I'd spent nineteen of those minutes watching the clock and pretending I wasn't.When he knocked, I checked the peephole before opening the door. That was new.August stood in the hallway, perfectly composed in his dark suit. His expression changed the moment he saw me."Are you all right?""Yes."He stepped inside and wrapped his arms around me. I hadn't realized how badly I needed that until I was pressed against his chest."I'm fine," I murmured."I know.""You don't sound convinced.""I believe you can handle yourself, Melody. That doesn't mean I enjoy hearing my brother followed you into your building."I pulled back. "Believe me, I didn't enjoy it either."His gaze moved past me to the door. "Is the front entrance the only way into the building?""There's a service door around back.""Is it secured?""I assume so."He looked at me."August, I don't conduct security inspections when I take out the garbage.""Perhap

I was curled up in my blue chair with a glass of wine when August came out of the study, sleeves rolled up, tie gone. He stopped when he saw me.“You’re going to live in that thing, aren’t you?”“I have since I bought it. Why do you think I brought it with me?” I stretched my legs out and took a slow sip. “It’s surprisingly comfortable for something that looks like it lost a fight with a moving truck.”He walked over, wine glass in hand, and looked down at me. The city glittered behind the glass. The chair creaked faintly as I shifted.“You’re staring,” I said.“I’m considering the structural integrity of the legs.”“Rude.”“I'm being practical.” His eyes darkened just enough for me to notice. “Stand up.”I raised an eyebrow but set the glass aside and stood. August stepped into the space I’d just vacated, turned me around by the hips, and bent me forward over the back of the chair in one smooth motion. The worn fabric pressed against my stomach. My hands braced on the seat cushion.“

The first message arrived while I was eating breakfast.Paul: I know you think you've won.I stared at my phone for a moment, then turned it facedown beside my plate.Across the kitchen island, August glanced up from his tablet. "Everything okay?""Paul."His expression tightened. "What does he want?""Apparently, he thinks we've been playing a game and I've won something.""Don't answer him.""I wasn't planning to."I picked up my coffee and took a sip.It had been almost a week since Paul followed me into my apartment building. Since then, I'd heard nothing directly from him. My attorney had been dealing with his lawyer, and I'd been enjoying the relative peace of rehearsals, performances at Ainsley, and getting used to living with August.I'd almost convinced myself Paul had finally found something better to do. Apparently not.My phone buzzed again.Paul: You can't just pretend like you and I never happened.I showed August."Forward those to your attorney," he said."I will."Ano

I kissed him slowly at first, tasting champagne and the quiet satisfaction of the day. Then I bit his lower lip just hard enough to make him inhale.August’s hands settled on my waist. “Melody...”“Shh.” I pushed his jacket off his shoulders and let it fall. “You’ve been very patient all day. Signing papers. Shaking hands. Smiling politely while people congratulated you.”I worked his tie loose and dropped it. “Now it’s my turn to congratulate you properly.”His eyes darkened. “Is that so?”“Yes.” I unbuttoned his shirt with deliberate care, spreading it open so I could drag my nails lightly down his chest. “Eleven hotels, August. Eighteen months of work. And you still looked at me across that conference room like I was the only thing that mattered.”I shoved the shirt off completely and reached for his belt. “That deserves a reward.”He let me push him backward until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the blue chair. I guided him down into it. The worn fabric creaked under his we