All Chapters of His sisters boyfriend : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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chapter sixty one

Chapter Sixty-One : Jay pov The morning after we got back from Cole's father's house, I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the window.The sky was gray. The streets were wet. Our apartment was cold. Cole was still asleep next to me, his arm around my waist, his breath warm on my neck. I didn't move. Didn't want to wake him.I just lay there. Thinking about everything.The CEO. David Chen. The way Cole's father looked at him like he was handing over his life's work.Cole was handling it well. Better than I expected. But I could see the weight on his shoulders. The way his jaw tightened when someone mentioned the business. The way his eyes drifted when he thought no one was watching."You're awake," he mumbled."I'm awake.""You're thinking.""I'm always thinking.""Too loud."I smiled. "Go back to sleep.""Can't. Too awake now."He pulled me closer. Buried his face in my hair."I love you," he said."I love you too."The phone rang at 9am.Margaret."Jay," she said. "I have news.""

chapter sixty two

Chapter Sixty-Two 'Cole pov The season was winding down.Playoffs were coming. I could feel it in the air. The way practice got harder. The way Coach yelled louder. The way the guys stopped joking around and started staring at the ice like it was a battlefield.We were in first place. Best record in the league. Everyone expected us to win the Cup.Everyone expected me to lead us there."You're doing it again," Jay said."Doing what?""Grinding your teeth."I stopped. Started again. Didn't notice."It's the playoffs," I said."They don't start for two weeks.""I know. But I can feel them coming."Jay put his hand on my leg. "You've done this before.""Every year is different.""Every year you're ready."I didn't know what to say.So I said nothing.The phone rang at 8pm.My father."Cole," he said. "How are you?""Busy. The playoffs are coming.""I know. I've been watching.""You watch every game.""Because I'm proud of you."I didn't know what to say."How's Jay?" my father asked."G

chapter sixty three

Chapter Sixty-Three : Cole pov The morning after we won the Cup, I woke up to sunlight on my face and Jay's arm around my waist.The apartment was quiet. The city was still asleep. The only sound was his breathing. Slow. Steady. Peaceful. I didn't move. Didn't want to wake him. I just lay there. Thinking about everything.The game. The goal. The Cup. My father's face in the crowd. Jay's smile when I found him after the game."You're awake," Jay mumbled."I'm awake.""You're thinking.""I'm always thinking.""Too loud."I smiled. "Go back to sleep.""Can't. Too awake now."He pulled me closer. Buried his face in my hair."I love you," he said."I love you too."The phone rang at 9am.My father."Cole," he said. "I watched the game. You were incredible.""Thank you, Dad.""I've been thinking about what you said. About the business. About David.""And?""And I've decided to step back. Let David run things. I'm getting too old for this.""You're not old.""I'm old enough. I want to trave

chapter sixty four

Chapter Sixty-Four : Jay pov The three months before Paris disappeared faster than I could blink.One day I was staring at a blank canvas. The next, I was packing paintings into crates, labeling boxes, filling out customs forms. Margaret called every week. The gallery in Paris called every other day. Everyone wanted something. Everyone wanted more."You're stressed," Cole said."I'm fine.""You're not fine. You're grinding your teeth.""I don't grind my teeth.""You do now."I stopped. Started again. Didn't notice."The show is in two weeks," I said."I know.""I'm not ready.""Yes, you are.""How do you know?""Because you've been working for this your whole life."I didn't know what to say.So I said nothing.Rivera came to the studio."You're panicking," she said."I'm not panicking.""You're painting the same thing over and over.""It's the same woman.""It's the same pose. The same expression. The same fear.""What do you want me to do?""Trust yourself."I looked at the canvas.

Chapter sixty five

Chapter Sixty-Five :Cole pov The week after Jay came back from Paris, I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the window.The sky was gray. The streets were wet. Our apartment was cold. Jay was still asleep next to me, his arm around my waist, his breath warm on my neck. I didn't move. Didn't want to wake him.I just lay there. Thinking about everything.Paris. The show. Four paintings sold. Jay's face when he told me. The way his eyes lit up."You're awake," he mumbled."I'm awake.""You're thinking.""I'm always thinking.""Too loud."I smiled. "Go back to sleep.""Can't. Too awake now."He pulled me closer. Buried his face in my hair."I love you," he said."I love you too."The phone rang at 9am.My father."Cole," he said. "How are you?""Good. Busy. The season is starting.""I know. I've been watching.""You watch every game.""Because I'm proud of you."I didn't know what to say."How's Jay?" my father asked."Good. His show in Paris was a success.""I heard. Four paintings sol

Chapter sixty six

Chapter Sixty-Six : Jay pov The morning after Cole won another Cup, I woke up to sunlight on my face and an empty bed.Cole was already up. I could hear him in the kitchen. Coffee brewing. Dishes clinking. The soft sound of him humming something I didn't recognize.I lay there for a while. Staring at the ceiling. Thinking about everything.The game. The goal. The Cup. Cole's face when he lifted it over his head. The way the crowd roared. The way he found me in the crowd and smiled.I got out of bed. Walked to the kitchen.Cole was standing by the window. Coffee cup in his hand. Looking out at the street."Morning," he said."Morning.""You're up early.""Couldn't sleep.""Nervous?""About what?""About everything. Nothing."I walked to him. Put my arms around his waist."I'm happy," I said."I know.""That's what I couldn't sleep. I'm not used to it."Cole turned around. Faced me. His gray eyes were soft."Get used to it," he said.The phone rang at 10am.Cole's father."Jay," he sai

chapter sixty seven

Chapter Sixty-Seven : Cole pov The morning after Jay had dinner with my father, I woke up to an empty bed.Jay was already in the studio. I could hear him moving around. Brushes clinking. Canvas shifting. The soft sound of him humming something I didn't recognize.I lay there for a while. Staring at the ceiling. Thinking about everything.My father. Jay. The investment. The way Jay looked when he told me about it. Confused. Unsure. Like he didn't know how to accept help.I got out of bed. Walked to the studio.Jay was standing in front of a canvas. His back was to me. His shoulders were tense."Morning," I said."Morning.""You're up early.""Couldn't sleep.""Thinking about my father?""Thinking about everything."I walked to him. Put my hands on his shoulders."You don't have to decide today," I said."I know.""But you're going to try anyway.""I'm going to try anyway."I kissed his cheek. "That's why I love you."The phone rang at 9am.My father."Cole," he said. "How are you?""

chapter :sixty eight

Chapter Sixty-Eight :Jay pov The morning after Cole won another Cup, I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the window. The sky was gray. The streets were wet. Our apartment was cold. Cole was still asleep next to me, his arm around my waist, his breath warm on my neck. I didn't move. Didn't want to wake him. I just lay there. Thinking about everything. The game. The goal. The Cup. Cole's face when he lifted it. The way the crowd roared. The way he found me in the crowd and smiled. "You're awake," he mumbled. "I'm awake." "You're thinking." "I'm always thinking." "Too loud." I smiled. "Go back to sleep." "Can't. Too awake now." He pulled me closer. Buried his face in my hair. "I love you," he said. "I love you too." The phone rang at 9am. Richard. "Jay," he said. "How are you?" "Good. Tired. Cole is still sleeping." "He deserves the rest. He played well last night." "He played great." "He did." Richard was quiet for a moment. "I've been thinki

sixty nine

Chapter Sixty-Nine : Cole pov The morning after Jay told me about Richard's investment, I woke up to sunlight on my face and an empty bed.Jay was already in the studio. I could hear him moving around. Brushes clinking. Canvas shifting. The soft sound of him humming something I didn't recognize. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything.My father. The loan. Jay's face when he told me he'd accepted it. Scared. Hopeful. Like he couldn't believe it was real.I got out of bed. Walked to the studio.Jay was standing in front of a canvas. His back was to me. His shoulders were relaxed. Different from before. Lighter."Morning," I said."Morning.""You're up early.""Couldn't sleep.""Thinking about the money?""Thinking about everything."I walked to him. Put my hands on his shoulders."You're going to be great," I said."You keep saying that.""Because it's true."He turned around. Faced me. His brown eyes were soft."I love you," he said."I love you too

seventy

Chapter Seventy : Jay pov The morning after Cole's father left, I woke up to sunlight on my face and an empty bed.Cole was already at practice. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. He had a game tonight. The playoffs were coming. Everything was about to get busy.I lay there for a while. Staring at the ceiling. Thinking about everything.Richard's visit. The way he looked at my paintings. The way he said "You succeeded." The way he hugged me when he left.I got out of bed. Walked to the kitchen. Made coffee.Cole came out of the bathroom. Towel around his waist. Hair dripping."Morning," he said."Morning.""You're up early.""Couldn't sleep.""Thinking about my father?""Thinking about everything."He walked to me. Kissed my forehead."He likes you," Cole said."He tolerates me.""He likes you. There's a difference."I didn't know what to say.So I said nothing.The phone rang at 10am.Margaret."Jay," she said. "How are you?""Good. Busy. Cole has a game tonight.""How

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