All Chapters of Tempted by My Brother's Best Friend (Age Gap Romance): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80
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9 - Call Me
9 - Call Me Emma I stood up, not meeting his eyes, and looked for anything to cover myself with. “Emma, if it’s some—” “It’s nothing. Leave it,” I said, keeping my voice steady, but it was difficult when he genuinely seemed concerned about me. I found the clothes he had ordered and donned the comfortable long-sleeved dress over a black bra and underwear. They were definitely expensive, and he had got my size perfect. Why couldn’t he be mean and leave me after the sex? No. He just had to cuddle me, shower me, give me more orgasms, lotion me, ask about that damn bruise and buy comfortable clothing in my plus-size. “Emma—” I was saved by a phone ring. He let out a sigh and picked it up, turning his back and I definitely didn’t watch the muscles of his back clenching as he moved, or even his mysterious tattoos and definitely not the low hanging pants that revealed two back dimples and a tight ass. I can’t believe I was staring him with an open mouth. What’s worse was that I
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10 - Drunk?
10 - Drunk? Cillian I called my son, hearing it ring for a few seconds before I heard his slurred voice. “What’s up?” I paused, looking at the screen, and sighed. “Where are you?” “Who’s this?” “Caleb—” I nodded at the hotel staff wearing a mask to cover their features and continued, “You called me earlier. Where are you? I’ll come pick you up.” I patted my suit to grab my key fob and froze. I didn’t have my ring with me. Where the fuck was it? “It’s okay, Cillian,” he hissed out the words and laughed, his friends calling him. “I can take care of myself.” Pinching the bridge of my nose, I kept my phone away and checked my pockets, but I couldn’t find the ring. It was my wedding band and I couldn’t lose it. Because if I lost it, then it would mean… No. I didn’t have time for those thoughts. I must have dropped it in the room—shit. A curse flew out of me as I kept pressing the button to my suite in the private elevator. If Emma found the ring, she’d think I was cheating on
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11 - Not Black Enough
11 - Not Black Enough Emma Before The day my mom died was one of the happiest days of eighteen years of my life. Oops, nineteen. It was my birthday, after all. It started with me waking up to Caleb’s phone call, demanding me to open the curtain of my bedroom window and looking over the vast backyard towards his parked Jeep. My boyfriend was waving at me with white balloons and shouting, ‘Happy Birthday, Emma fucking Moore!’ Despite how it could have angered mother (when one of her maids updated about my life) I was grinning. I was happy. “Miss Moore, are you listening to me?” the sweet voice of Mrs Karen cranked through the phone, making me snap out of my head and shiver. I looked around at the dinner table, Mia and Summer laughing at Caleb’s dad’s joke. My head felt heavy and tongue felt like lead. “Can you hear me, Miss Moore?” “Yes.” I stood up, briskly walking out of the restaurant and breathing in a lung full of crisp night air. It was such a good weather. “I can hear you
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12 - A Present
12 - A PresentEmmaBefore“What the fuck?” I didn’t know if I uttered those words, or if Caleb or Aaron did. I blinked. Confused, hurt, sad, and raw. I felt like I was split open from my heart. Well, at least Caleb had succeeded in giving me what I needed. He had officially distracted me from my mother’s funeral. I turned, ready to leave—“Em, wait!” I glared at him, not caring that he was doing his zip up. “If either of you ruined my Egyptian cotton sheets, I’ll sue you. Clean up your own mess and get out.” I left the room and locked myself in the nearest washroom. My knuckles turned white at how hard I was clutching the sink. I ignored the pleading voice of Caleb, squeezing my eyes shut and lowering on the floor, covering my face. This wasn’t how my mom’s funeral was supposed to go. This wasn’t perfect. I should’ve been able to give a speech about how sweet, nice and caring she was, lying with my tears and fake smile. Nod prettily and accept the handkerchief from creepy ol
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13 - She Needs Your Help
13 - She Needs Your Help Cillian “So, whose party was it?” I asked, changing the gear and taking a turn while Caleb kept looking out of the window. I could smell the weed and beer on him. His eyes were bloodshot, hair ruffled, and he was still wearing the suit he had worn that morning. “Don’t know.” He shrugged, not sparing me a glance. “I just went there to get high.” My jaw clenched. “And where’s your car?” “At E—” He stopped whatever he was saying and straightened up. “It’s safe. I’ll pick it up tomorrow.” God, how fucking hard is it to have a conversation with my own son? “Where were you?” he asked, flickering his eyes at me for a moment. “You shaved and dressed up. Date?” “No,” I scoffed, tugging at the collar of my shirt. “I was at a club. I’m too old to date someone.” Definitely too old for someone like Emma. I thought bitterly. He stayed quiet for a moment, staring at his lap before whispering, “Mom would’ve liked you to be happy.” My hand loosened on the steering
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14 - Mister Cillian
Part Two “Why did my ex’s dad have to be so hot?” 14 - Mister Cillian Emma I didn’t expect to see the handsome man again. In my house out of all places. My eyes drifted from his thick hair to the exposed skin of his neck. I could see a hint of more tattoos. The suit he was wearing was different from before. It was much darker and fitted his large frame perfectly. He extended his hand, introducing himself. “I’m Cillian. Nice to see you again, Emma.” Cillian. My throat felt a bit sore from screaming his name all night. “Damon Grant,” my brother said, shaking his hand while I was still processing that Cillian was in front of me. “You met at the club?” “Y-yes,” I muttered, pulling the blanket closer and glancing at Cillian, looking away when his deep eyes were still on me. They made me wary and nervous. I shivered, for a completely different reason, and continued, “He saved me. Twice.” Meeting his eyes, I whispered, “Thank you, Cillian.” He nodded at me and looked at Damon. “W
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15 - I’ll Stay
15 - I’ll StayCillian“Why do you have a blanket?” I asked Emma, following her to the guest room and eyeing the way her manicured black nails were clutching the damn thing so tightly. I had known her for a few hours and in that time, I knew she wasn’t the type to get scared easily. My hand tightened into a fist, seeing her let out a small sigh of relief when we walked out of her room.She looked over her shoulder, a wavy lock of blonde hair brushing her cheekbone. “I might be traumatized. This is just a precaution.” My lips twitched. “Of course.” Her brother was reluctant to leave me alone with his sister, which I understood. If I was in his shoes, I wouldn’t let any man close to her. My jaw clenched remembering the white release on her pink underwear. Someone was either playing a sick joke or it was something much more serious. Unfortunately, my guess was the latter.The text, the writing on her mirror, the spilling on her underwear, giving her a present, and all that time, dire
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16 - Meet the Ex
16 - Meet the ExEmma“Stay. You’ll get cold. I’ll go get them,” Cillian bit out, pulling me back and not looking at me as he opened the door. “Which drawer or… closet?” My cheeks scorched with embarrassment as I crossed my arms. “Just some pajamas in the second closet and… there are undergarments in the drawers.” Color coded, I added mentally. He didn’t spare me a glance and left to fetch my clothes. I shivered from the cold and caught my reflection in the mirror.I looked red. My cheeks, ears and neck were blushing red. I jumped when there was a sharp knock on the door. “Y-yes?” Instead of answering, the door opened and I stared at the broad chest in dark shirt that belonged to Cillian. I took my clothes in a hurry when he handed them to me and the door closed on my face before I could thank him.I was a mess. I was never a mess. But I was becoming a mess just because of him. Sighing, I let go of my towel and glanced at the clothes he had picked out for me. I pursed my lips se
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17 - What did I miss?
17 - What did I miss?CillianThere have been a few times in forty years of life that I wished I wasn’t present in a particular situation and instead lock myself in a room, bury myself in huge blankets, and never ever meet another person again. Most of the time, it was during a life-threatening situation where I had to save a comrade who had been shot, when Olivia went into labor, and when I found her dead. Apparently, standing in the guest room of my son’s ex-girlfriend, whose damp hair was wetting her tee shirt, was one of those situations. Mostly because I was the one between her soft thighs last entire night.Jesus Christ. Did I fucking sleep with…“Dad? What the fuck are you doing here?” My eyes twitched—which was never a good sign—looking at Caleb and Emma. He looked like he was ready for school in his very rumpled uniform and tousled hair.“This is work,” I said, trying to keep my voice emotionless. Because I had slept with my son’s ex. Emma. “I thought you were Emma Grant,”
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18 - Banging Your Ex’s Dad?
18 - Banging Your Ex’s Dad?CillianStupid. I was too fucking stupid. If only I hadn’t prioritized arguing with Damon and looked at Emma just for a damn second. She wouldn’t have fainted. But of course, I just had to prove my point. “She fainted because of the sudden drop in her blood pressure. She’ll wake up in a couple of hours. If she doesn’t, you have my number.” I thanked the doctor and watched him leave with Mrs. Karen, Emma’s personal maid and one of the main house staff, from the doorframe. I gave her a polite nod and wondered how the heck I was going to explain all this to Elena. Damon had to work, so he had to leave and demanded me to keep him updated. But first, I needed to call Elena.“Let me guess,” she started, her voice husky. I checked the time and mentally winced. It must be four in the morning in Azmia. “You’re taking the case.” Flickering my eyes at Emma, I heard myself say, “Yes, I might.” Before she could cheer, I continued, “But this is more serious than th
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