Romans & histoires My Ex's Brother

I grabbed my backpack, threw my laptop into it, and headed downstairs. My mom was sitting on the couch, reading a book. “Hey honey, off to school?” “Yeah.” “Perfect timing. The Gravens brothers are waiting outside to take you.” My eyes shot open, “What?! No.” Mom lowered her glasses. “What’s gotten into you? You always ride with Noah.” But how could I tell mom about this messy situation I’d gotten into with both the boys. I was dating Noah and had just slept with his brother Liam. How was I going to explain all of this?!

"Although the insult was uncalled for. Do you know your husband beat up my brother over a week ago?" Ivy smiles. "What? What brother? I didn't let my husband out of my sight last week." Mike chuckles. "So you do know about it." "What in the I didn't let my husband out of my sight didn't you understand? I'm saying I don't know about that because he was with me all along." Deciding to risk it... "Oh, are you saying this because your brother hit my mum? And you think he came to have revenge for her?"

— Ethan, you’re not going to pull a dirty trick on me, you need to get home quickly, everyone is waiting for you, he said in a low but tense voice. A silence of a few seconds. — Everyone? replied a deep voice on the other end of the line. What are you up to, Thomas? — I'm not up to anything! Dinner is ready and we’re just waiting for you, Thomas insisted, a bit annoyed. Then, without giving his brother a chance to reply further, he abruptly hung up. He returned to the living room, his face taut with a nervous smile. His uncle Gérard welcomed him with a pat on the shoulder, immediately sensing the source of his distress.

“Kim?” “You're so petty, Damien.” The alcohol seemed to have cleared a bit, because her voice rang out, clear and straight to the point. “You asked how I found out the club was yours and I gave you a honest answer. Why are you makin a fuss about the fact that I mentioned your brother's name?’ “My brother is your ex.” “So what, Damien? In your own opinion, do you think I miss him? If you feel that I regret not marrying Roland, then you must have been a terrible husband.”

"Rosalind, are you crazy? Do you know who this guy is?" I was having too much fun to stop. "Who cares? It's just a male escort. Cheryl, come try him out. He's a lot of fun." Cheryl took a look at the man adjusting his suit and leaned in close to my ear, whispering, "That's Norris's brother, Logan!" My hand froze as I was about to pour more alcohol. Who did she say? His brother? I stared at her in disbelief. She nodded. She wasn't lying.

She had no right to insult me when she was just as clueless. I exhaled sharply and pulled out my phone, dialing the number my private investigator had given me. It rang multiple times before the person finally picked up. "Hello? Who is this?" The deep, familiar voice sent a shiver down my spine. A slow smirk formed on my lips. "Hello, brother," I said, dragging out the words just to piss him off. There was a pause. Then, his voice returned, colder this time. "What do you want? And how the hell did you get my number?"

It all made sense now. It hit me like a ton of bricks. The man I once loved. The man I once trusted. The man who shattered my world. Now, he was sitting across from me, introduced as my husband's brother. My Ex-boyfriend was my husband's stepbrother?! Ethan’s lips curled into a slow smirk as his gaze flickered over me, taking his time, watching my reaction. But instead of acknowledging me, he leaned slightly toward Cole and the others, pretending to be confused.

“He specifically requested you. Clearly, you know each other. Anytime I’ve ever served him, he barely looked me in the eye, let alone cared enough to remember my name.” I sigh, my shoulders sagging a bit in defeat. I know if I tell Charlotte that Cal has also offered me a job for the summer, she’ll think I’m crazy for not agreeing to it right away. Especially if she finds out how much I’ve been offered. “Cal’s my ex’s brother. We met a few times. Got along fine. There’s not much to it.” Charlotte’s green eyes widen. “Wait, you’ve never mentioned an ex.” I laugh. “For good reason.”

“I really hope you’re right.” I scoff. “Yeah?” “Yeah,” he says, lifting his drink. “Because becoming stepbrothers with your ex?” He lets out a low whistle. “That’s not messy. That’s a full-on disaster.” I huff out a laugh, but it doesn’t reach my chest. “Tell me about it.” “Especially,” he adds, giving me a pointed look, “when your ex thinks you’re a lying, cheating asshole.” That one lands hard. I look down at my cup, jaw tightening. “Yeah.”

I couldn't stand the urge of being in the same space with my ex. Not when I'm being denied sex by my husband who happens to be his brother. “Kelly, don't you think you will be more comfortable somewhere else, you know…privacy?” He grinned. “ I figured that out already, come on. While wasting money when my brother has a big house with enough rooms. Besides, you won't be so cruel to throw your brother-in-law out on the streets.” I swallowed hard knowing fully well that he was right. “Come on.” He walked over towards where I was standing and drew me into a deep hug. “ You know you'd want company. I could help with so many things and you know that.”