All Chapters of Tied To The Wrong Brother : Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

"Is this your idea of a date?" Valentino mumbled, his gaze sweeping over the carton of pizza and wine bottles. Nathan chuckled, his cheeks warm. "Yes, sir fancypants." Resting an elbow on the center table, he reached for the remote and turned towards him with a smile. "It might be a bit unimpressive, but you'll have to manage with me this once."Valentino's sigh cut through the air. The man ran a hand through his hair and chuckled, a low rumble that filled the living room. A place Nathan never remembered to be this small."It's better than nothing."The boy nodded, his heart fluttering. He turned the TV on and switched it to an ongoing animated movie.Then he winced internally and shook his head. If he'd let Valentino choose a date spot, he knew for sure he'd have taken them to some ridiculously expensive restaurant.There was no way he'd allow that. He already had trouble with the bodyguards.He'd die from sheer nervousness.His eyes darted towards the man, tracing his side pr

"I see Mikey's brother is veryy protective," Elena purred, her wine eyeshadow striking as she locked eyes with Nathan. Mikhail huffed beside her, clearly upset about the pet name. He nudged her side, drawing forth a cackle from her.Nathan sighed, glancing over at Andrew and Lucas. The two men were standing by the door to the cafe, their ridiculous sunglasses glued to their faces and their hands clasped behind their backs. He turned towards Elena and Mikhail sitting across the table and flashed them a nervous smile. "How have you been?" Mikhail asked, reaching for the coffee. His eyes never left Nathan as he took a long, slow sip. "Great, um... you?" The boy's hand flew to his nape, fingernails grazing the skin gently as he glinted at Elena.The girl stared back at him, her arms crossed and her expression blank. She reached for her coffee on the table and took a quick sip before setting it down. His fingernails dug deeper into his nape as shivers ran down his spine. He darted his

This was beyond absurd. Beyond what Nathan could comprehend. Beyond anything he could have ever imagined. Valentino?In a maid's costume?His hand fell—much like his lower jaw did—from the door handle as his gaze swept over the outfit repeatedly."I'll be over there, sir," Andrew said from behind him, his voice low, breaking him from his trance. He gasped once and stepped into the apartment fully, before slamming the door shut. Then, his eyes sliced back towards Valentino. The man was red from the folds on his forehead to the hairy skin of his legs. His eyes were shut from what could only be perceived as both regret and mortification. "Valik..." His voice was barely above a whisper."Theo," Valentino whimpered, almost, his hands clenching into fists by his side. His lids flicked open and he bit his lower lip. The words just weren't coming. If they could even be called words. Just a lump of uhs and whys stuck in his throat. "T-take a seat."Nathan barely registered what he had sa