I can’t believe it started with him. Before he was just my boyfriend’s brother, he was the guy who stole my breath the moment we met. If only he’d taken off that ring, a ring that clearly meant nothing to him.

“If only you’d made a move, things would be so different.”

I’ve tried to keep my distance, respecting boundaries, but watching him suffer in silence is driving me crazy. I steal moments with him, little glimpses and fleeting touches, moments that make it impossible to forget him.

“Why can’t I get him out of my head?”

Then, everything shatters. I leave his brother. I leave them both. But fate has a twisted sense of humor. Suddenly, he’s my client, and it’s my job to make his business a success, to keep him happy. He doesn’t know how much that last part terrifies me.

“He wants me. He’s always wanted me. Should I have been his from the start?”

Now, I’m with someone new, someone who thinks he’s my future. But his brother is back, threatening to unravel everything. The moment he reappears, I feel the tension, the unresolved longing.

“I can’t let him close again. Can I?”

He’s willing to risk it all for me, and I’m torn. Because deep down, I know I might be willing to risk everything too.


My Ex's Brother, My New Flame

Liliana
I glanced at my phone once more. Julian was supposed to have picked me up thirty minutes ago, right after I finished my shift and closed up the diner for the night. Trying his number again, I was met with voicemail after several rings.
A gust of wind whipped rain into my face.
"Damn it!" ...

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