Tied To My Fiance's Forbidden Brother

Chapter one I never imagined that one careless night on alcohol would destroy every thing I had built especially when I realized the man standing beside me was my Fiance's elder brother I had a one-night stand with my fiancé’s older brother. The next morning, I woke up wrapped in a man’s arms strong, unfamiliar, and warm. For a moment, I felt safe. Then the fog in my head lifted, and I realized I wasn’t in my room. My eyes swept over the strange furniture, the sheets that weren’t mine, the faint scent of cologne that wasn’t my fiancé’s. Slowly, I turned and froze. The man sleeping beside me was James, my fiancé’s senior brother. A jolt ran through me like an electric shock. “Ah!” I screamed, jumping out of bed. My voice startled him awake; he sat up immediately, blinking in confusion. Then our eyes met, and the truth hit both of us at once. We were naked. Panic flooded my body. I grabbed at the sheets, then scrambled to find my clothes. He did the same, muttering something under his breath. My face burned as I pulled on my dress, my hands shaking. Without another glance at him, I ran into the bathroom. Inside, I leaned against the cold wall, gasping. Shame and guilt poured over me in waves. What have I done? I spent nearly an hour there, staring at myself in the mirror, replaying flashes of last night the laughter, the taste of wine, the sound of my own voice calling him “darling.” It made me sick. When I finally stepped out, hoping he’d be gone, James was still there. He leaned casually against the wall, shirtless, a smug smile tugging at his lips. “Running away after devouring me?” he teased. I glared at him. “Wow, ‘devour’? Can’t you see what’s happening? Oh, I forgot narcissists don’t see beyond themselves.” He chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “No, I couldn’t see then—since you tied my eyes closed, remember? You said, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll bear the consequences.’ I wouldn’t possibly miss out on those abs you were obsessed with.” “Look here,” I snapped, shoving his hand away, “I know you’re lying. I would never say that.” He stepped closer, voice low and playful. “You also said I’m better than your fiancé... and that you felt like pouring honey on my abs and licking it off.” My breath caught. For a second, I couldn’t tell if he was teasing or telling the truth