เข้าสู่ระบบแชร์
Book 2: Eleven
วันที่เผยแพร่:
2026-07-22 20:00:34
บทล่าสุด
Best Friend’s Brother Shouldn’t Know How I Taste Book 2: Sixteen
Kassidy's POVStill reeling from the dinner that we'd had, I knew that I could no longer keep making excuses for Eli's behaviour. Whatever kindness I had glimpsed from him over the past few days was overshadowed by the reminder that he was still capable of hurting me when he felt cornered. Watching him talk softly to an intern or hold a door open for staff meant nothing. The second he felt backed into a wall, the old, bitter Elijah will return, ready to snap and drag everyone down with him. I couldn't afford to let a few polite moments from Eli trick me into forgetting what he was truly capable of.It had been a whole week after the dinner fiasco. I was trying—and failing—to order some Doordash food for myself and Summer, back at our apartment. I tapped my thumb against the phone screen for the fifth time, watching the ti
Best Friend’s Brother Shouldn’t Know How I Taste Book 2: Fifteen
ELIJAH'S POVThe following morning, which was a Sunday, I woke up and stretched as I got out of bed. The first thing that came to my mind was how I had pestered Kassidy for information last night, and I felt like smacking myself in the face.What on earth was I thinking? I had cornered her at Marcus's place, poked around about her kid and almost begged for a slap in the face just to be noticed by her. I had acted like a desperate, clueless ex. I groaned out loud, dragging my hands down my face, wishing I could hit a rewind button on the entire disaster of an evening.I shoved my feet into my slippers, brushed my teeth with aggressive speed and padded down the stairs to make a cup of coffee. But the smell of sizzling bacon reached me before I even hit the bottom step. M
Best Friend’s Brother Shouldn’t Know How I Taste Book 2: Fourteen
Elijah's POVThe dining table felt miles wide, but my attention never really left the little girl sitting with Marcus. While Celeste passed the salad bowl and Marcus kept the wine glasses filled, the rest of us danced around each other in a minefield of strained small talk. But Kassidy's daughter didn't care about all of that. She slid down from her chair, her small bare feet padding across the hardwood floor until she stopped right beside my seat."You have shiny buttons on your shirt," she announced, pointing a small finger at my silver cuff links.I froze in surprise for a second—was she really talking to me? I looked up at Celeste and Marcus, who were smiling hesitantly, then at Kassidy, who was staring straight ahead like she hadn't heard her daughter.Then, slowly, I relaxed and turned in my chair to face her properly. "They keep my sleeves from rolling up," I replied, a little stiffly. I didn't have any experience with children."Are they magic buttons?" The little girl asked,
Best Friend’s Brother Shouldn’t Know How I Taste Book 2: Thirteen
Kassidy's POVI pulled my rental car up the long driveway a few hours later, staring at the massive structure ahead, which was Celeste and Marcus's residence. The house looked less like a standard residential property and more like a high-end country club in the woods."Did you guys secretly win the lottery, or is the wedding dress business just that criminally profitable?" I asked the second Celeste opened her front door. Summer raced inside immediately.I stepped into the living room, holding out a dark green glass bottle. "Here, I brought this.""Oh, shut up, it's just a standard layout," Celeste snatched the bottle from my hand and inspecting the label. "Ooh, a Cabernet, where did you even get this?"I laughed. "I actually brought it with me from Texas to drink alone, but I figured it would taste better if I shared it with you and Marcus."Celeste gave me a smirk. "Look at you, big-shot corporate lawyer. Come on into the kitchen."The kitchen was just as ridiculously large as the
Best Friend’s Brother Shouldn’t Know How I Taste Book 2: Twelve
Kassidy's POVI was sitting at the small desk in my temporary apartment, sorting through a fresh stack of tax forms. My phone started to vibrate against the wood, and I picked it up to see the name of Arthur Pendleton. A sudden spike of alertness hit me as I saw the name, remembering how the man had practically bullied me into taking this job and being forced into a situation with my college ex that I had no desire to be in.I picked the call, feeling a tiny sliver of apprehension. Arthur rarely called directly unless a case was either secured or falling apart at the seams."Arthur," I said, putting the phone to my ear. "I was just reviewing some files for the Ashford signing.""Forget the files for a second, Townsend," Arthur's deep, gravelly voice sounded serious. "Our receptionist received a um... a very unusual, very pointed phone call from the Ashford Holdings executive line late last night. Apparently, Elijah Ashford himself was making inquiries. He was asking some unsettling qu
Best Friend’s Brother Shouldn’t Know How I Taste Book 2: Eleven
Elijah's POVThat little girl...I sat at my desk, staring at a stack of unread emails that looked more like an intentional punishment than actual work. My mind was useless. Every time I tried to focus on the numbers, the screen faded out, replaced by the memory of door 412.Those wide, hazel eyes. There was something about the way she tilted her chin, something about the shape of her jawline that felt like staring into a mirror. But I was reaching, I had to be. How could that little girl be mine?Kassidy had every right to leave the wreckage of Minnesota behind and find someone else. A husband and father for her child. The thought felt like a cold stone dropping into my stomach, but I forced it down. Realising I had only been pretending to work, I slammed my laptop shut and grabbed the nearest logistics report."Mr. Ashford, you know you don't actually need to sit in on this particular meeting," Charity spoke up. She was sitting on the couch in my office, looking up from her digital
Best Friend’s Brother Shouldn’t Know How I Taste 81 - Over Me
Kassidy's POVThe familiar sight of our shared house didn't feel the same when I finally walked back through the front door. The doctors had run their final tests, flushed the remaining toxins out of my blood, and signed the discharge papers, but stepping back into regular life felt strange. I was
Best Friend’s Brother Shouldn’t Know How I Taste 13 - Missed Test
Kassidy's POVThe next morning, I was hurrying to class, closing the front door behind me, when I heard the low rumble of a car engine coming from the garage. I did not have to look to know that it was Eli and his stupidly expensive car.Eli's car rolled out slowly and stopped at the edge of the dr
Best Friend’s Brother Shouldn’t Know How I Taste 10 - Is Trouble
Kassidy's POVI pushed through the door of Sal's Pizza, feeling much better for the first time in days, and the first thing I saw was Luca Reynolds sitting in a black car directly across the street. He spotted me at the same time and raised a hand in a wave. As if this was completely normal.I cros
Best Friend’s Brother Shouldn’t Know How I Taste 09 - Thin Walls
Kassidy's POVLast night was wild, or should I say crazy and unbelievable. I had been in bed for maybe an hour, drifting toward sleep, when I heard a thud followed by a loud moan from the room next door, and then another quickly after the first. I could recognize that voice even in my worst nightm
บางทีคุณอาจจะชอบ
Rude Awakenings
Turquoise Grace1.1M viewsEx-Husband's Regret
Evelyn M.M4.8M viewsThe Day I Kissed An Older Man
Cher the Cherished1.0M viewsPregnant and Favored: See You in the Morning, Young Master
Miss Yu922.9K viewsIn Bed with My Hot Brother-In-Law
Mrs JM81 viewsSeven Years A Fool, Now Worshipped By The Billionaire Tycoon
S.Oyogho dancing pen20 viewsDear Ex Husband Damn You
MARS34 viewsSecond wife, Second chance
Nemore44 views
