Wild Nights With My Brother's Ex-best Friend Mga Nobela at Kwento

to a cascade of cheers. “What the hell is that?” Mom asked the man who’d opened her door. The guy was probably around my age, but he didn’t waver when confronted by Mom’s I’d-like-to-speak-a-manager tone. Instead, he smiled broadly and said, “Wild Side Wednesday, ma’am. Trust me, you can’t hear it from the residence side of the resort.” Mom’s “hmm” made it clear she was not convinced. “So, this is Scott’s buddy’s place?” Dad was already impressed. “I was imagining something else. Maybe a seaside Holiday Inn–type thing with a tiki bar.”

she teased, clearly enjoying herself. Her words hit me like ice water, and I shot upright in bed. My heart skipped. Maddie… if only you knew. A hot guy did keep me up all night, your brother. Unless… God, what if that had only been another one of my dirty fantasies about him? But I did not have to question it for long. A solid, warm arm, tattoo and all, was resting heavy across my waist. My stomach twisted into knots. Oh no. This was not a dream. It was real. I had actually slept with my best friend’s brother. That officially made me the worst best friend on the planet.

I stood frozen In front of the massIve weddIng portrait In Matteo’s lavIsh living room—golden frames, marbled floors, and enough crystal to blind a man. And there she was. The woman In the photograph, In a whIte satIn gown, was the same woman I had met by chance and called mIne just last nIght. The same woman who had trembled beneath my touch, whIspered my name like a confessIon. Liana. My one-nIght escape. My temporary salvation. My brother’s wife. My mistake. A cold knot formed In my gut, twIstIng tIghter with every passIng second.

And for the first time, I wondered if maybe I did. “You’re staring,” I murmured, glancing up at him as we stopped near the bar. Ethan didn’t look away. “Can you blame me?” I laughed softly, taking a sip of the champagne a waiter handed me. “So tell me, Sinclair,” I teased, tilting my head. “Are we making a statement tonight?” I honestly can’t wait to see the Daniels’ face when he finds out I’ve been hanging out with his brother. His expression remained unreadable. “What do you think?”

Zach moved a step nearer, and there was a frightful moment when I fancied the two men might well come to blows in my own foyer, and be watched by guards half torn between obedience and uncertainty. "Long before your brother in the picture, it had been me who cleared up your messes and stood up with you." Zach snapped, "But, clearly now that you have a biological brother, why would you remember your best friend who you once considered as your brother. Since he has entered your life, you have been intrigued by his lifestyle. Admit it, you like the power he holds, but you don't understand that his power is dark. If you want to shake hands with a criminal, then count me out. My men can do better

The years I have been with Zade, I have had terrible grades and it was only by the grace of the moon goddess that I got admitted as a medical student. It was a lot worse after our breakup. I lost 30 pounds which meant I was probably like a Popsicle then. I cried every day, and it always got a lot worse when everyone kept blaming me for cheating on him. Of course, everyone would believe what he'd say, he's Alpha Kymon's brother. " Lee!" Bryn calls out, sticking her head out of her shining Pontiac GTO with her sunglasses on and her smile on check. " We are going to the club tonight and I'm not taking no for an answer."

"It seems your man is also punishing me." I glance her way. "I'm sorry." Brooklyn playfully sighs at me, but I can see the look in the eye—she isn't angry and probably playful; she doesn't have to be a bartender tonight. Her ex-boyfriend won't stop coming here with new dates to the left and right, which pisses her off. "Aw, I will think about whether I will forgive you while we clean rich people's glasses," She then nudges me with her shoulder, leaning close to whisper at me. "I heard the rumors: did you kiss Wilder's hot, younger brother?"

"You are frank, but I am sorry. I hate to burst your bubble, but that’s not what is happening. Women throw themselves at me, even young women. I might look like I am lying to you, but you will see the truth once we always walk together." Why would we walk together? There was no need to do that. This man had no obligations to me and my child just because we were mates. "I have nothing to lose anymore. My bastard mate cheated on me and thought that he would announce to the whole pack about us. But that bastard..." I closed my eyes when the wave of pain hit me hard. "Why are men such assholes?" "I'm not the same with them. Playing a woman's heart is not part of my plan. I vow it.”

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?"

I tease, and we both laugh. I didn’t realise how much I miss her and Alec until now. But I’d rather be run over by a car than show Alec that despite his shitty behavior, I still miss him. “So I’m the one who gets to be ignored?” Alec asks with a small smile that I respond to with a glare. I am about to say something when the gate is forced open. We all turn to check what is happening and when we do, my breath hitches. Thorne Xandros, my brother’s ex-best friend and now enemy, in all his glory storms into the house premises with a deadly look on his face.