All Chapters of My Brother’s Best Friend’s Hidden Son: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sable’s POV I was nineteen when Corin’s best friend came groaning my name with his fist around his cock. “Fuck.” Another moan, deeper, almost angry. “Sable. Mm—fuck.” Corin had been bringing him into this house for years like a second son — eight years older, off-limits, the kind of man you do not look at too long if you still want to sleep at night. He called my father sir. He called my brother by a nickname nobody else was allowed to use. He called me nothing at all. Until my bathroom door failed to latch. I should have turned around. My foot stayed on the step instead, because the coldest man I knew was behind my door moaning my name like it tasted good. A swallowed ah that made my stomach drop. The wet sound of his hand speeding up. He was not being gentle with himself. He was using me in his head and letting the house hear what that did to him. “Sable—don’t. Don’t stop. Just—” A groan tore out of him, low and dirty, the sound of a man who had given up on pride. I

Sable’s POV I waited for him in my room. I showered too fast. No makeup. Hair still damp. I put on the short silk pajamas, the ones that clung when I moved, and then I walked from the bed to the door and back again until the floor knew my route. My hands would not stay still. The lock was open. I had left it that way on purpose and I hated that I had. I looked at the clock. 12:00. He should have knocked. He did not. For a stretch of ugly minutes I thought he had changed his mind. Of course he had. He had called it a mistake in the yard. Every time I look at the clock, my heart feels like it's about to explode, for some reason but the nervousness is getting closer to me. My eyes also can't leave the direction of the door, and then the knock came. Soft. Two taps. My stomach dropped. I tried to put calm on my face like a mask that did not fit and opened the door. Rhett stood there in black trousers and a black T-shirt that fit him too well. Damp hair. Jaw tight. Eyes

Sable’s POVSeven years later..“I’m home.”I dropped my bag by the door and Ivo hit my legs before I could straighten up. Ice cream on his mouth. Sticky hands. The whole of him collided into me like he had been waiting at the exact minute.“Mommy.”I went down to his height and held him. He smelled like sugar and the soap Lola used at bath time. Six years old and already too fast. I felt it every time I walked in late.Lola came from the hall with her sling bag already on her shoulder.“Good evening. You look so tired, ma’am.”“I’m fine, Lola. Thank you for staying with him.”“That’s nothing. I love being with him. He’s a lovely boy.” She smiled at Ivo, then at me. “I need to go. See you tomorrow.”The door shut. The apartment went small and quiet in the way it always did when it was only us.Ivo tipped his face up, serious. “Mommy. Miss Lola said I need to be a good boy. Am I a good boy now?”“You always are.” I tapped his nose. “Come on. Teeth. Bed. You ate all the ice cream in th

Sable’s POV Night fell, and I went back to the hospital hoping the doorway would be empty. I wanted Rhett gone. Out of the city. Back to whatever life had kept him away from his father for years. I wanted one shift where I could change an IV and not feel nineteen in a locked room. The doctor caught me before I reached Alden’s door. “Sab.” He looked tired in a different way than this morning. Smaller. “I’m sorry I snapped at you. I shouldn’t have. I know you’re tired.” “It’s okay, Doc.” I meant it enough to let him off the hook. I did not have space for two fights. “I understand. I’ll be more careful. I need to go in and change his IV.” I smiled because that was what you did in hallways, and then I went in. No Mireille. No Rhett. The room was only machines and an old man sleeping with his mouth slightly open. My shoulders dropped a fraction. I could work like this. I could be a nurse in a room that did not contain his son. I had the new bag in my hand when the door opened. R

Sable’s POVI went back to work like the waiting room had never happened.Charts. Vitals. Mireille stopped at my desk with her cardigan pulled tight.“Sable, have you seen Rhett? He said he was coming in tonight.”“Oh. Yes.” I kept my eyes on the monitor. “I ran into him. He was on the phone with someone.”“Well.” Relief sat on her face like a small gift. “At least he kept his promise to show up. What about you? Aren’t you going home tonight?”“No. Night shift. I won’t leave until morning. You can go home if you want. I’ll look after your husband.”“It’s all right.” She patted the counter once. “It looks like Rhett is the one on duty tonight, so you don’t need to worry too much. Take a break when you can. I’ll head back to the room.”Six-thirty. Dinner trolley. The hour Alden had claimed as his.I pushed the door open and the air changed.Mireille by the bed. Rhett on the sofa.No one else in that room knew what we had done in my room seven years ago. That was the awkwardness. Not t