All Chapters of STEPBROTHERS WITH BENEFITS : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

What he said stayed with me the entire night. I was over the moon after his drunk confession. Damn, he still loves me. Does that mean there’s a chance we could get back together? I wanted to ask him for a second chance last night, but he had already passed out. I couldn’t wipe the huge smile off my face as I finally drifted off to sleep. I didn’t even want to close my eyes, scared that when I woke up, it would all vanish like a dream. Thank God it wasn’t. When I woke up, I found myself in his room. I remembered sleeping on the couch last night after carrying him to bed. Noah wasn’t in the room, so I got up and wandered into the kitchen. That’s where I found him, standing by the stove, a phone in hand, intently watching a cooking tutorial. I couldn’t help but chuckle. After all these years, he still struggles with cooking. He caught my gaze and gave me a quick look over his shoulder before returning his attention to the pan. “You’re awake. Sit there. This will be done soon,” he

After lunch, we said our goodbyes to my mom. The moment I opened the door to my condo, I saw Kayden sitting on the couch, his posture relaxed but his eyes already fixed on me, as if he’d been waiting the whole time. He had arrived earlier than I did. I closed the door behind me and walked toward him. “What was that?” I asked. My voice came out softer than I intended, betraying the seriousness I was trying to project. “What?” “I told you we needed to be more careful when other people are around,” I reminded him, folding my arms. His expression shifted. The hardness in his face eased, his eyes softening with something close to guilt. His lips pushed out slightly, that familiar pout I knew all too well. Just like that, my irritation crumbled, replaced by an ache of affection he easily stirred. He reached for my waist and tugged me down onto his lap. Instinctively, my hands found his shoulders, steadying myself. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his tone low and sulky. “I just couldn’t hel

When I got home from work, I found Kayden cooking in the kitchen. The aroma instantly filled my nostrils, and my stomach growled. Lately, he had been leaving work earlier than usual so he could take care of me. We stopped ordering food almost completely and switched to home-cooked meals since they were healthier. Sometimes, when I got home first, I was the one who cooked. I was slowly learning with his guidance. He liked standing behind me, correcting the way I held the knife or teasing me when I almost burned something. Now, though, he was the one busy at the stove. He looked so focused that he didn’t even notice me walk in. I quietly made my way toward him and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. He flinched for a second, surprised, but quickly relaxed when he realized it was me. He continued stirring whatever was in the pan. I rested my cheek against his back and closed my eyes, breathing him in. “I’m so exhausted,” I mumbled against his shirt. He set down the ladle

I kept going back and forth between the bedroom and the living room, retracing my steps as I searched for my phone. I checked the bedside table, the couch cushions, and even the bathroom counter. I was pretty sure I had turned the whole condo upside down, yet it was still nowhere in sight. “Did you see my phone?” I asked, stopping in front of Kayden. His attention was fixed on the screen in his hand. He shook his head lightly, his eyes never lifting. “I didn’t.” That was all I got before he went right back to whatever he was doing. With a huff, I went back into the bedroom and opened my laptop, hoping to distract myself instead. The moment the screen lit up, my brows furrowed. There was no internet connection. I refreshed the page once, then again, and again. Still nothing. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath. I picked up the laptop and headed back to the living room, my irritation growing with every step. “There’s no internet?” Kayden finally looked at

“Why’d you ask me to come here? Do you need something? You could’ve just gone to the mansion instead,” my mom said the moment she stepped inside. Her eyes wandered around the living room, taking in everything. It had been years since she last visited this home where she and my father lived and created many memories together. Yesterday, I told her to meet me here. I needed this to happen on my ground. I was planning to confront her about what I found out, so this absurd setup would finally come to an end. I looked at her with a blank expression. “I know everything,” I said. Her brows slowly drew together. “What? What do you mean you know?” she asked, confusion clear in her voice. I didn’t answer. I just kept staring at her, letting the silence stretch between us. I wanted her to figure it out herself. “What? Come on, Noah. I’m not in the mood for guessing games.” When my expression didn’t change, her smile faltered; the amusement faded from her eyes. It took her a few seconds b