My Ex's Brother Novels & Stories

I breathed, looking up at him. He was hovering over me, his muscled arms braced on either side of my head, his eyes burning with intensity as he looked down at me. "You still want me to stop?" I should say yes. I should absolutely say yes. This was wrong on so many levels. Nicholas was Sebastian's brother. My ex-husband's brother. The brother of the man who'd humiliated me, divorced me, and destroyed me seven years ago. And our marriage—this marriage with Nicholas—wasn't even real.

"But you fucked that up and she rejected you." Paul flinched. Small. But I saw it. "So that's it?" he asked me. "You're fucking my brother now?" "No," August said. I closed my eyes. Of all the fucking clauses. Paul looked between us. August's expression didn't change. "Her sex life is none of your business." Nice recovery. Paul stared at his brother for several seconds. Then at me. "This isn't over." "For me it was over six years ago," I told him.

“And you killed my brother.” “What?” My heart pounded so hard in my chest that he could probably hear it. How did he know? “I didn’t kill anyone. By any chance, are you related to Bridger?” I knew my acting was poor, and he had already mentioned my brother, but in my defense, I never thought I would be facing my dead ex’s twin. “You took his life—”

Amy's thumbs went to work in reply. Nakos's gut bottomed out as her complexion slipped from an insipid shade of white to green. "I don't remember you mentioning him before." More over, why would the uncle elicit this kind of reaction from her? "My mother's brother. He lives in Texas." Her voice shook almost as badly as her hands. "He doesn't come up very often. A couple times when we were kids and once when Chris and I were married. That was the only time my ex proved useful. He told my parents we wouldn't be around, that we were camping. Since Chris hates familial things, it worked for him."

Three years ago, this same set of people had watched me walk out with my dignity in pieces while Levi Smith stood beside his new fiancée and accepted applause for a future he had built on my work. Tonight, I walked in with a title of my own. The whispers began before I reached the podium. “Isn’t that Levi Smith’s ex?” “She’s running the project?” “I thought she left the city.” I heard every word. I let them pass through me without leaving a mark. The heels of my shoes clicked heavily against the marble. I didn’t hurry, and I didn’t look down. The silver ring on my right hand caught the light as I moved. My father’s ring rested between my fingers and my thumb brushed its edge once, a habit I

What surprised me was his words, causing a frown to appear on my forehead. That’s new. It was strange that Adam would allow my ex-husband to sit with me. My brother has always been protective of me. And he hated Caleb for hurting me. He would never allow my ex-husband within eighteen inches of me. “And my brother did not make a fuss when he saw you here?” Skepticism laced my voice. Caleb shrugged. “Your brother is a reasonable man. He knew I have rights, considering that you are carrying my twins.”

He looked away immediately with a snort. When they were far away from us, Rocky instantly took a step back and bowed his head. "I'm extremely sorry, ma'am." I didn't feel ugly but a strong will to throw a punch in his face unsettled me. "One of your friends doesn't like me." I said, walking away. "Juna, he's my ex's brother." He said, exhaling. "Did you hurt his sister?" I asked. "No, ma'am but we were supposed to get married." His face turned crimson as rubbed his neck, lowering his head.

I'm just a pesky little girl to him and he never takes anything I say seriously. "Tyler, it's good to see you too" Then two spoiled brats run right past me and almost knocks me over, that would be his two kids but the best is yet to come. "Ahh, Mekayla" "Emily" We've never seen eye to eye ever since I caught her making out with her ex while married to my brother. I've tried telling my brother many times but he brushed it off like all the other things I tried to tell him, like it doesn't exist. They walk toward the kitchen where they will be chatting about all the new wealth they've acquired their endeavors. This is definitely not the place I want to be right now. I grab my coat to slip out t

He commented before he walked off, the noise of metal clinking against each other. I stared at the bloody man in the video. Eliot Williamson, my ex-wife's older brother.

I needed to avoid him like crazy and make sure I wouldn't get to have any discussion with him except work related discussions. My hand hit my face again remembering how we stopped kissing and how I left his presence. I kissed my Ex-Husband's Brother! 'Adopted Brother.' I corrected myself. The sound of the door opening interrupted my thoughts. How could he get to enter the room after what hsd just happened between us? I wondered how much pain he could be in right now. He was hard as fuck the other time. I watched as he walked into the toilet like nothing happened between the both of us. I hope he keeps on acting that way