Page 42 of Bossy Ex's Brother

Then, he said something, and she frowned.

I wanted to get closer to hear what he’d said, but I couldn’t risk being seen. Jane’s expression changed then, looking surprised. She asked him something, still looking annoyed, but before he could answer her question, he got a phone call.

He answered it and gave a clipped nod. Then he got back on his bike and pulled out something from his pocket. A piece of paper. He handed her the paper and put on his helmet before speeding away. Jane tucked the paper into her pocket and watched him go for a few seconds before wandering on her way.

I had a single moment of conflict where I wondered whether to follow her or my brother. If I rode after Lorenzo, I could happen upon his hideout and see where he’d been for all those years. Then I could get back what he stole from me.

Still, he might have seen me coming up and would maneuver to evade me. But I was a better rider than him. I could probably catch him easily.

The decision should have been simple.

But instead, I found myself struggling with indecision for a few minutes before following Jane home.

I trailed her, making sure to stay several yards behind her at all times. She must have been deep in thought because she didn’t look back once. It was dark, and I didn’t want anything to happen to her. Even though her neighborhood wasn’t unsafe, I couldn’t bring myself to leave her walking alone.

And from now on, she would never walk alone again. I would make sure of it, even if I had to hire a personal chauffeur for her.

That would be easy. The hard part would be getting her to use it.

When she went into her home, I stood outside for a few seconds and debated whether I should turn around and leave. Lorenzo was long gone, but maybe I could follow his trail.

But wouldn’t it be better to find out from her what they talked about? Plus, what the hell was on the piece of paper? Maybe then I could find out more directly how to trace him and why he left in the first place.

And also find out if she knew about it this whole time.

I told myself it wasn’t jealousy talking as I walked up to her door and rapped on it.

It took about a minute until I heard footsteps. And then she was coming down and opening the door.

Her soft flowery scent struck me first before I saw her bare face, looking so soft and innocent that it was a hit right to my solar plexus.

Her eyes went wide while I was momentarily distracted by her wet hair, baggy shirt, and some pajama bottoms. I could tell from her fresh scent that she’d just come out of the shower.

Hunger rose within me with surprising fierceness, and I wanted to grab her right there, inhale her, and then devour her.

“Can I come in?” I asked, not surprised when my voice rumbled low and deep. Her eyes widened. I thought she would say no at first, but then she stepped back without a word.

And I strode in.

The minute I stepped close to her, I nearly groaned as more of her scent clouded over me. She was so close that the voice of lust whispered treacherously in my mind.All I needed to do was reach for her.

She crossed her arms, and I noted that it was cold. I shut the door behind us.

Neither of us said anything for the space of a few seconds. This was the part where she was supposed to ask me what I was doing here again.

But she didn’t. Instead, she said, “I was just about to get started on dinner.”

My cock hardened. It was an invitation if I ever heard one, and I grabbed onto it like a starving bastard, even though I knew I shouldn’t. “What are you making?”

“I’m not sure. None of the kids are home, so probably something pretty simple like pasta or something.”

“Ah. I was wondering why no one had appeared with a pitchfork to my throat yet.”

She smirked at me. “Felix wasn’t that bad.”

I shrugged. I didn’t mind the kid being so overprotective. It was good that he wanted to look out for his sister.

As for the little sister, well, I had no comment on her.

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