All Chapters of Tied To The Wrong Brother : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"What is wrong with you?" Nathan asked, his hand recoiling to his side. A plethora of emotions warred within him as he stared down at Silver, tracing the smug smirk playing on his lips. The tightness in his chest was long gone, replaced by an emotion that teetered between rage and caution.It wasn't often that someone was interested in him.He'd had a few people make advances at him, but he'd rejected them. Unapologetically. The thought that they found something worthy of love within him made his heart break because—Why couldn't Mikhail see the same?He frowned, blue eyes narrowing to slits."Nothing," Silver answered. He stood up and adjusted his clothes, eyes locked onto Nathan's as he did. The boy didn't know what it was that he felt, but it made his skin crawl. "I don't know what it is that you want, but I don't appreciate you stalking me," he said firmly and turned to leave. The bag of fries remained in his hand, fingers curled tightly around it. The fries didn't stalk him

"I thought you said you didn't live here."Nathan flinched, snapping his head to the direction of the voice. A chill ran down his spine as his widened eyes landed on Silver. The man stood before him, hands pocketed and eyes hinting at something unreadable.Something that made his blood run cold. Nathan had always thought his wide smile was off, but his face which was devoid of emotion right now made his heart race."Are you following me?" The boy croaked, breath cautiously slow."Not really. I was jogging when I saw you come out of a house just down the street," Silver replied, a smile crossing his lips. It didn't reach his eyes. It was a lie. Right?It had to be.A weight settled in his stomach as he stared back at him. He wished he'd been firmer when he told the man off.The cold morning air pulsed with a heavy silence, save for the distant hum of car engines."Oh, okay," Nathan responded, gazing at him for a long while, before looking away and turning to leave. "Do you live h

The air in the car pulsed with silence. The kind that was heavy, awkward and desperate to be broken. Nathan's eyes were forward. He'd looked towards Valentino's direction so many times that his neck was starting to hurt. He breathed slowly, carefully, chest tightening with more confusion than dread. The passenger seat sank beneath him as he glanced yet again at the man. The resolve-in his eyes, his grip on the steering wheel and his tight jaw-made his mind race with a myriad of questions. Nathan had woken up with a splitting headache-one that was still tearing through his temples.His eyes had barely adjusted to the light when Valentino walked in and told him to get ready."I'm driving you home," he'd said and now they were here, sitting side-by-side in a silence that made his throat tight.They neared his apartment complex and the car pulled to a stop in front of the building. The silence remained, heavier now that the gentle hum of the engine was gone. "I don't get it. Do you

"Uh... I was just... um," Nathan stuttered, his sweaty palm tightening on the door handle. A thud echoed through the corridor as he abruptly shut the door. The boy shut his eyes regrettably, as Valentino walked up to him, steps heavy, shoulders broad and brows knitted together. "I was looking for you," Nathan said, voice barely above a whisper, avoiding the man's irritated gaze. The man narrowed his eyes at the reply and sighed frustratedly, shooting out his hand towards him.The boy's breath hitched, heart lurching as Valentino grabbed his hand and dragged him down the corridor.It wasn't violent. If anything, he felt like a bride eloping with her lover. Her annoyed and scary lover.Their footsteps echoed in the air, hurried and heavy, mirroring the beats of his heart. His widened eyes fixed on their entwined hands, cheeks warm, as a weird sensation enveloped his skin.Their gaze snapped to the man's nape, tracing the broadness of his shoulders, the taut muscles of his arms and

Days would pass by, slow and torturous, and Valentino would remain the same—cold and utterly nonchalant.It was like their relationship had taken a thousand step backwards. If it could even be called a relationship. Up until a week ago, Nathan had looked forward to walking through those huge front gates, and had lost himself in sinful thoughts about the man. Thoughts and strange feelings he was yet to define—if he ever intended to. They fluttered in his stomach. Familiar. Forbidden. Like the heat that coursed through him whenever he thought of Valentino's bare body.Nathan sighed frustratedly, glancing towards the wall where a few pictures of Mikhail were still plastered.He tossed to his side, staring pensively at a picture, before he sat upright, peeled it off, and placed it in the wooden basket on his desk. Ten more.He lay back down on his side, heart aching slightly as the deafening silence closed in like walls. It hadn't stopped hurting.Though, now, he could bear the sight