All Chapters of His sisters boyfriend : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter Fifty-Two :Jay pov The winter after my first solo show was the coldest I'd ever experienced.Not the temperature. The art world. Mrs. Chen had submitted my work to a group exhibition in New York. A gallery I'd never heard of. A curator I'd never met. A city I'd only seen in movies. The whole thing felt like a dream. Or a mistake. Like someone would call any minute and say there'd been an error."You need exposure," Rivera said."I need to paint.""You can do both.""I don't know how to do both.""You'll learn."She said it like it was simple. Like packing your life into crates and sending it to a city of eight million people was just another Tuesday. Maybe for her it was. She'd been doing this for decades. She'd seen students come and go. Watched some disappear into obscurity. Watched others rise.I didn't know which I would be.The email came on a Tuesday.Dear Mr. Menisa,Your work has been accepted into the Emerging Artists Exhibition at the Chelsea Gallery in New York Cit

Chapter Fifty-Four : Cole povThe call came at 3am.I was asleep. Jay was next to me. His arm was around my waist. His breath was warm on my neck. The apartment was dark. The city was quiet. My phone vibrated on the nightstand.I didn't want to answer. It was too early. Too late. Whoever was calling could wait.But something made me pick it up."Hello?""Cole." It was Maya. Her voice was strange. Tight. "It's Dad."My heart stopped. "What happened?""Heart attack. They took him to the hospital an hour ago. He's in surgery.""Is he going to be okay?""I don't know. The doctors haven't said anything yet.""I'm coming.""Cole...""I'm coming. I'll be there as soon as I can."I hung up. Got out of bed. Started throwing clothes into a bag.Jay sat up. "What's going on?""My father. Heart attack. I have to go.""I'll come with you.""No. You have the art show next week. You can't miss it.""I don't care about the art show.""I care. Stay. I'll call you when I know more."Jay got out of bed.

Chapter Fifty-Six : Cole povThe phone call with my father stayed in my head for days.I want you to take over the business. Not now. Someday. When I'm ready to step back.I couldn't stop thinking about it. During practice. During games. During quiet moments with Jay. The words played on repeat.Why me?Because you're my son. Because you're smart. Because you care.I'm a hockey player.You're more than that.Was I? I'd spent my whole life on the ice. Skating. Scoring. Winning. I didn't know anything else. I didn't know how to run a company. I didn't know how to read a balance sheet. I didn't know how to manage people."You're thinking about it again," Jay said. We were on the couch. The game was on. I wasn't watching it."I can't help it.""Then talk to him. Tell him how you feel.""I don't know how I feel.""Then figure it out."I called my father the next day."Dad.""Cole. How are you?""I've been thinking about what you said. About the business.""And?""I don't know if I'm the ri

Chapter Fifty-Eight :Jay povThe week after we got back from Cole's father's house, something shifted.Not in Cole. In me.I couldn't stop thinking about what Cole had said. This is your family too. It can be. If you want.I'd never had a family. Not really. My parents were distant. My childhood was lonely. I'd spent so long surviving that I'd forgotten what it felt like to belong.But now I had Cole. And Maya. And even his father, in his own awkward way." You're quiet," Cole said. We were on the couch. The game was on. I wasn't watching it."I'm thinking.""About what?""Family."Cole turned to look at me. "What about it?""What you said. At your father's house. About me being family.""I meant it.""I know. That's what I'm thinking about."He put his arm around me. "You don't have to figure it out today.""I know.""But you're going to try anyway.""I'm going to try anyway."He kissed my head. "That's why I love you."The next morning, I called Maya."Hey," she said. "What's up?""

Chapter Sixty : Cole pov The morning after my father called about hiring a CEO, I woke up feeling lighter than I had in months.Not because the season was over. Not because we'd won the Cup. Because the weight of the business had been lifted. I didn't have to choose between hockey and my father's legacy. I could have both.Jay was still asleep. His arm was around my waist. His breath was warm on my neck. The apartment was quiet. The sun was coming through the windows beautiful. I lay there for a while. Thinking about everything. The season. The Cup. My father. Jay."You're awake," Jay mumbled."I'm awake.""What time is it?""Early. Go back to sleep.""Can't. Too awake now."He turned me over. Faced me. His brown eyes were half-closed. His hair was a mess."You're smiling," he said."I'm happy.""About the Cup?""About everything."He kissed me. Soft. Quick. "I love you.""I love you too."The phone rang at 9am.My father."Cole," he said. "I've found someone.""Found someone for w