All Chapters of DON'T CALL ME BROTHER : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Trust me… I don't want you to be”.Something flashed in Noah's eyes at Kai's words.His eyes stayed on Kai's.Kai's breath remained ragged.Caught somewhere between his chest and his throat, like his body hadn’t decided what to do with it yet.Noah’s hand was still in his hair.Not pulling anymore.Just… there.Firm.…Possessive.Kai swallowed, eyes still locked on his.“Let go,” he said.Noah didn't budge; it was almost as if he hadn't heard a word Kai said.“Let go”, Kai said again, quieter this time.This time, Noah let go.Slowly.His fingers slid out of Kai’s hair, but his gaze didn’t leave his face.Kai stumbled back half a step, hand flying straight to his hair, fixing it quickly.“…You're actually insane”. Kai said, running towards the kitchen as if he were being chased.Noah followed after picking up his keys.“Seriously? You're leaving?”“Yes”.“God… you're exhausting” Kai said, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.“Restrain yourself” Noah said and was about to head

“…So that’s him,” she murmured under her breath, raising her glass to her lips.“Alright,” he muttered to himself. “Time to stop playing around.” Kai made his way back to the main hall.The house was louder the moment Kai stepped back into the main hall.More people had gathered. Conversations layered over each other, glasses clinking softly, greetings being exchanged in all directions.Kai adjusted his jacket slightly as he stepped in.His eyes moved across the room before landing on Noah.Noah was still in the middle of conversations, standing with a small group of older men.Polite. Controlled. Listening more than speaking.Kai watched for a second. Then he walked over.Noah noticed him approaching but didn’t break his conversation.Kai stopped just behind him and leaned slightly to the side.“You’re really good at this,” Kai said casually.Noah didn’t look at him yet. “At what?”“You know what.”One of the men Noah was speaking to laughed lightly.Noah finally glanced at Kai.“Wa

Noah stared at the message for a second.Kai: Are you alive or did your father finally eat you?A short breath left his nose. Not quite a laugh.He typed nothing back.Deleted the empty line.Locked the phone.Unlocked it again.Then typed.Noah: Come upstairs.He sent it before thinking too much about it.Bad idea.He knew that immediately.Still, he stayed where he was in the hallway, jaw tight, waiting.The house downstairs was still noisy. Chairs moving. Laughter. Someone calling for more drinks.Then footsteps.Unhurried.Kai turned the corner with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a dessert spoon he had clearly stolen from somewhere.“You text like a kidnapper,” Kai said. “Very dramatic. Come upstairs.”Noah looked at the spoon. “Why do you have that?”Kai glanced at it. “Chocolate mousse.”“You brought a spoon upstairs.”“I brought dessert upstairs. The spoon came with it.”Noah held the stare for a second, then turned and started walking.Kai followed beside him.“S

Kai woke up slowly, still half asleep as he reached for his phone beside the bed—no new messages. “…hm.” He pushed himself up, dragging a hand through his hair before heading for the door. The moment he stepped into the hallway he paused slightly. Quiet, no rustling in the kitchen, no footsteps, no Noah's voice talking to whomever he talks to early in the morning, no sound of movement downstairs. No low hum from the coffee machine. No smell of strong coffee filling the house like it usually did every morning. Kai frowned a little. “…seriously?” Kai muttered. He leaned slightly against the railing, looking downstairs like Noah might suddenly appear from somewhere. The whole house felt empty. Kai stood there another second before scoffing softly to himself and turning back into his room. “Okay then…do you?” His phone buzzed just as he pulled his shirt over his head getting ready to take a bath. Kai glanced at the screen while walking toward the bathroom, Daniel’s message st

“Mr Kai?” “What is it Peter?” “You haven't responded,” Peter, Kai's Personal assistant murmured, he was holding a tablet in his hand. Kai didn’t look up from the report. "Move Singapore to Thursday." "Already done," his assistant replied, not missing a beat. "The investor call?" "Rescheduled for Tuesday morning." Kai scribbled his signature on the final page and slid the file across the desk. It was gone before it even settled, replaced instantly by a fresh folder. The office was quiet, insulated from the distant, muffled hum of the city twenty-nine floors below. Out there, traffic crawled through the streets like a line of ants. Kai barely glanced at it. "You’ve got about five hours before you need to head out," he added, checking his tablet. His pen stopped. For the first time that morning, he looked up. "Five?" "Your flight’s at eight, Mr. Singh." Eight. Five hours, then, home. The word hit a strange, heavy note deep in his chest. It wasn’t that he’d forgotten what