Secretly Loving My Adoptive Brothe

la's

. deeper, Javier. I want i

Knock

awake from my dream-a steamy one that, unfortuna

y, leaving me feeling sticky and incredibly unsettled because the dream had felt so real. In my dream just now, Javier-my adoptive broth

sweetie? I thought today w

Damn, I almost forgot! Because of that damned dream, I'd fo

ouldn't sound hoarse. If I didn't answer now, the angel-hearted middle-aged woman

ll get mad if you're late," she said again b

y, M

They touched my cheek, trailed down to my lips, traced my warm neck, my rapidly beating chest, all the way to that sensitive spot down there.

This shouldn't be happening," I whispered softly, cursing myself in

But this family has been far too kind to me. They were the ones who saved me, brought me home to this

But why is my heart acting this way? Why does my ego choose to love him as a man? Why do my fantasies dare to

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h only the clinking of spoons against porcelain plates breaking th

is our family business. All you have to do is tell your older brother, and you'll definitely get the position you want without ha

ble, right at Javier's face. He sat silently, sipping his coffee. As usual, his expression was flat, cold, and seemed completely unapproachable. Yet I knew, deep down in the

tions. I want everyone to know that I can make it on my own," I replied, trying to

right and wrong," Javier replied firmly. His baritone voice was cold, cutting off the conversation wi

Aren't you taking Camila with you?" Mom asked

curtly, then walked away without saying

e lump of tightness clogging my throat, I forced a small smile in front of Mom. Back then, she'd been so warm and protective toward me. If I was even a little si

almly, trying to reassure the middl

amily driver take you," replied Da

faster via the shortcut. Mom and Da

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But who would've guessed-my steps suddenly froze on the porch

ommanding, as if the world were under his control. His stern face, paired with a strong, masc

at, unfortunately, has been sneaking into my

hought the curt and cold attitude he'd shown at the dinner table earlier was just a mask because he was reluctant to show his concern

now each other. At the office, you h

and laced with an absolute comma

allowing saliva that tasted as bi

gaze, as sharp as an eagle's, pierced me mercilessly, as if I'd just committed a fatal mistake. "Rem

my knees, which had suddenly gone weak. My hand clenched the strap of my shoulder bag

hispered softly,

e got into his gleaming black luxury car, closed the door with a soft thud, then sped off, leaving the driveway behind. Th

as it slowly faded into the morning air. My chest

was I to dare

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