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She berated herself for her wandering mind and promised to keep her eyes and her thoughts above the belt from now on. She felt like a cat ready to spring, and each time he got too close, she held her breath, waiting. And he did it a lot. If she didn't know better, she'd think he was crowding her on purpose and his touch. Since when was an innocent brush of skin against skin so...so erotic? It was the book she was writing; it had to be. She'd never had such strong reactions to anyone before, and he hadn't even really done anything. But it sure felt like he was. She took one last quick look and turned away.

On his deathbed, he handed over the Maxwell Corporation and me, twelve years old at the time, into Leon’s care. Everyone said my brother was the perfect heir. However, I knew better. Behind that polite, gentlemanly mask was a ruthless lone wolf. I stood outside Leon’s study, my hand hovering over the door handle, hesitating to push it. Finally, I sucked in a breath and twisted the knob. The familiar scent of cedarwood hit me immediately. The air felt chill and restrained, just like him. “Huh? He’s not here?” Seriously? He told me to come back, and then he wasn’t even home.

-Listen to me brother: I love her and I don't want to lose her. Coming out of the daze, Brahim blinked several times. His chest was compressed by helplessness, and his brother's words rewound once more in his head, striking his stubborn heart. A spark of fire ignited something in his blood. He approached Ciro, still with the gun in his hands, and pressed his forehead against his.

Hello everyone! I am back with book 2 and to save you and myself some trouble I have decided to publish book 2 right here under book 1. At first, I wanted to call the second book "My Brother's Keeper" and I wanted to make it a separate book from this one but it's literally just a continuation of Not My Brother so I decided to just post the new chapters under this story. This way you guys don't have to go search for it and go through unnecessary trouble to find it.

Then his expression became cold again. “Listen carefully.” he suddenly said and I nodded automatically. “Nobody at school must know about this, not a single soul. I am not your step brother, we don't live together. We are not related and I don't know someone as lame as you. If you as much as breathe this to anyone, I will ruin you I promise.”

I excused myself from the group I was with and made my way over to her. "Hey, Liv," I said, giving her a one sided hug that she didn't return. Her eyes were screaming at me, as I held onto her arm. "How's it going?" She smiled, tightly. "Not bad," she said. Lacrosse guy seemed confused at the intrusion, “Who is he?” He asked Olivia. “My step-brother.” “Oh…nice to meet you man,” He stretched his hand at me with a smile but I didn't accept either, frowning at the hand and at his face.

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Brock- I was feeling seriously annoyed and angry. Stephanie's behavior seemed so childish, as if she were a second-grader playing pranks on her classmates. Sure, her pranks were high-tech, but they still felt immature. Despite this, I couldn't help but be impressed by the technology she had created. I realized she could be a valuable asset to my company. I made a mental note to try to convince her to move beyond being an intern and take on a bigger role, perhaps even running the entire company's security department.

My voice caught mid sentence when I felt his cold hand slowly traveling up my thigh. I gasped I as start wiggling. "Don't test me, kitty cat. I know what you're doing. Don't think that I won't do anything to you now, because you're not 13 anymore." It was a warning. "What are you talking about? You're m-my b-brother." My voice came out as mere whisper. "STEPBROTHER! And this is the last time I'm warning you, next time I'll kick you out of this house along with your inappropriate clothes." His eyes were suddenly on fire now.

Sam. He simply flashed his perfect teeth, unfazed by my glare. "You don't have to worry," he said, his voice confident and calm. Standing there in a white singlet and black shorts, his rough, sexy hair messy and undone, he looked breathtakingly handsome. It was infuriating. Why did he have to be my stern, infuriating stepbrother? "I would do you the honors of showing you to your room," his voice laced with sarcasm. "I don't need your favors," I snapped back. He smirked, "We both know you’re lying.”