Filed To Story: Craving The Wrong Brother Book PDF Free by Elysian Sparrow
Hunter crosses the room and pulls the door open, and there she is.
“Sloane, right?” he asks.
“Mr. Blackwell,” she says, stiffly. “I don’t think we’ve officially met.”
“We’ve not. Please, call me Hunter.”
“May I come in, Hunter?”
A History With Delilah
He swings the door wide, and she steps in-and immediately locks eyes with me.
She’s in tiny shorts and an oversized white T-shirt that slides off one shoulder, the sleeves cuffed carelessly at the arms. Her hair is tied up, a few strands escaping, framing her face in the most chaotic and perfect way. No makeup. No jewelry. Just bare skin and fire in her eyes.
And I can’t stop looking at her.
I don’t have long to admire her because she storms in.
“You,” she seethes, pointing directly at me. “How dare you?”
I blink. “How dare me what?”
“You tried to sabotage my friendship with Finn. Who gave you the right?”
Her voice is sharp. Controlled. But I can hear it-the hurt just under the anger. I rise slowly to my feet, but she retreats a step, lifting a hand between us like a barrier.
“Don’t,” she snaps.
“Sloane…”
“Don’t you dare touch me, Knox.”
Hunter is already closing the door, his brows drawn in confusion. He clears his throat. “What is going on?”
Sloane turns to him, and it takes her no time to launch into her explanation.
“Mr. Blackwell,” she says, voice trembling with fury, “your friend is a terrible person. He made a deal with his brother, saying he would make you call off the wedding if Finn ended his friendship with me. Obviously, there’s something he’s been hiding from you-something he plans to use to make you walk away from Delilah. I just thought you should know.”
Then she spins on me, expression cold.
“You’ll see how it feels, Knox.”
I should be worried.
Hell, I am worried. That little bomb she just dropped is going to blow a crater in the middle of my friendship with Hunter. And she knows it.
But somehow, all I can think about is the way her eyes blaze when she’s angry. The way her chest rises and falls with the weight of her fury. The curve of her thigh under those damn shorts. This-this fury, this power-is intoxicating. She’s going to end up under me today, one way or another. I want to absorb this passion by burying myself inside her.
Hunter’s voice puts a halt to my wild thoughts.
“Knox,” he says, “what is she talking about?”
I keep my eyes on Sloane for a beat longer than I should. Then I turn to him.
“This… isn’t how I wanted you to find out.”
“Find out what?”
I hesitate.
Sloane crosses her arms, watching me like she’s waiting for me to choke on my own lies.. I sigh. “I had a history with Delilah.”
Hunter’s jaw tightens. “A history?”
“We dated. In high school.”
~~SLOANE~~
I don’t think I can see beyond the cloud of rage in front of my eyes.
I stand still, arms folded over my chest, watching the two of them-Knox and Hunter-staring each other down like opponents in a ring. Knox’s face, as always, is unreadable. Hunter, on the other hand, looks… tired and confused.
Today isn’t turning out as I expected it to. It’s coming with a lot of anger.
It started the moment I opened my eyes to find someone beneath me. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. But when I turned, ready to fight, ready to scream or hit or run, I saw Finn. Lying on my bed like he belonged there. Said he couldn’t sleep. Said he needed to talk.
That was when he told me.
That Knox had asked him to end our friendship. Because Knox wanted me.
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Just grabbed whatever clothes I could find, yanked them on, and demanded one thing: tell me where Hunter is staying. Finn knew. Delilah had mentioned it while her tongue was apparently halfway down his throat the day I flew into Asheville.
So here I am.
Not because I wanted to be noble. Not because I thought Hunter deserved the truth. No. I came here for one thing. Revenge. I wanted to see Knox squirm. I wanted to throw his games right back in his face. To unravel something for once- just like he always unraveled me.
And then I saw him standing in this room with Hunter.
So much better. He’d witness me giving him a taste of his own dish.
But Knox isn’t showing even the faintest hint of emotion. Just calm, composed silence. And somehow, that makes the rage burn hotter in my chest. Something about this doesn’t feel like a victory. Not yet. Not the way I imagined it.
Not until he finally breaks.
“You dated Delilah?” Hunter finally asks, putting an end to the silence.
Knox’s hands slide into his pockets, his eyes steady on Hunter. “I did.”
“I’ve been with Delilah for a while now. You didn’t think to tell me?”
“I thought it didn’t matter back then. It looked like a fling. No need digging up ancient history. But then you got serious. You proposed. I didn’t know how to tell you.”
Hunter stares at him, stunned. “How about starting with, ‘Hunter, I was once fucking your fianc?e?’ That might’ve cleared the air.”
“It doesn’t matter, Hunt. These histories… they don’t mean anything.”
“They don’t mean anything to you,” Hunter cuts in. “I don’t even understand how that could be possible. Were you screwing your brother’s girl?”
A tight tick pulses in Knox’s jaw. The first break in his composure.
“You know I wouldn’t do that.”
“Do I? Because right now, it sounds like I don’t know you at all. We’ve both dated the same girl. So has your brother. And you used the fate of my wedding to manipulate him? Just to get close to his best friend?”
“Me wanting to jeopardize your wedding shouldn’t come as a surprise to you.”
“No, Knox. I’ve always known you were a bit of a dick, but you’ve never turned that toward me.” Hunter’s voice is quieter now. Almost too calm. “Today’s my wedding day, man.”
My stomach twists.
I shouldn’t have come.
The longer I stand, the more the fire in my che Successfully unlocked!
What am I doing?
I came here swinging, ready to set a match to someone’s life on their wedding day. A man I barely know. A man who-until I told him the news-had done nothing but smile politely at me. I was so sure I was right, so sure Knox deserved to be exposed, that I didn’t stop to ask myself why. Why I was here. Why it mattered this much. Why I let myself get pulled so deep into his orbit that I forgot how to breathe outside it.
I’m not the vengeful type. Not really. I don’t make scenes or shatter worlds. But today, I walked into a hotel room with every Intention of ruining a friendship, just to prove a point. Just to make Knox hurt.
And now I’m standing here, watching the hurt bloom in someone else’s face-someone innocent-and I’m wondering who I’ ve become.
Knox makes me mad. Unreasonably mad. Furious in a way that fogs the edges of my judgment. He gets under my skin, into my bloodstream, rewires my thoughts until I can’t even think straight. And maybe that’s what scares me most. Not what I did. But the way he makes me do it. The way he makes me forget who I am.
“I’m sorry, Hunter,” Knox says softly. “I never meant for any of this to happen.”
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