Ew... I Slept With My 'Bro' For 3 Years?! Well, GO HELL, F*ckboy novel Chapter 13

Chapter 4

Chce Repamin’s name took root in my mind, it grew fast-like weeds after a spring rain.

But I didn’t act right away.

I couldn’t afford to

After the breakup, every move I made was under a microscope.

If I suddenly started hanging around an older single guy, people would talk me to death before the week was over.

I needed the right moment.

A reason that wouldn’t draw attention-and enough time to make sure I wasn’t making a mistake.

So I watched him.

Benjamin was the same as ever-quiet, focused, unbothered by the noise around him.

He wore his oil-stained coveralls, a heavy tool bag slung over his shoulder, moving between the machines with steady precision.

Anytime something broke down, someone would yell. “Hey, Ben, need a hand here!”

He’d nod once, walk over, and fix it without fuss.

He barely spoke, his face unreadable-like weathered wood that had seen it all.

Only when he was deep in a repair did his hands move with startling skill, his eyes sharp and intent.

His limp was noticeable-his right leg dragging just a bit behind his left-but it didn’t slow him down.

Maybe that, along with his quiet nature, was why people overlooked him.

Almost thirty, still single, living in a tiny dorm room the company had given him.

Most folks said it was a shame.

Some men even joked behind his back that he’d die alone.

But when I looked at him-really looked-I saw something else.

The lines on his face spoke of endurance, not defeat.

And in those calm, distant eyes, there was something deeper than loneliness.

Chadwick had polish, sure-but Benjamin had strength.

Solid, steady strength.

The kind that doesn’t need words.

The chance to approach him came sooner than I expected.

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Chapter 4

That afternoon, right before quitting time, the press machine I worked on suddenly jammed.

Loud clang.

Sparks.

And then silence.

It was an old model, half-broken for months.

I’d reported it, but new equipment was always “pending approval.”

I fiddled with it until I was sweating, but nothing worked.

If I didn’t meet my quota before shift change, I’d lose my bonus-and my already fragile reputation would take another hit.

No choice.

I went to find Benjamin.

He was crouched beside a milling machine, listening to it hum.

“Ben,” I said softly, embarrassed to bother him again.

“Sorry to interrupt. My press machine jammed up.”

He looked up, met my eyes briefly, then nodded.

No words.

Just action.

He stood, brushed off his uniform, and followed me.

After inspecting the machine, he pointed to a linkage bar.

“Same old issue,” he said.

“Worn out. Not enough oil. It seized up.”

Then he got to work.

No wasted motion.

No hesitation.

The sunlight from the high windows hit his face as he worked-his jaw tight, the muscles in his hands flexing with quiet confidence.

A few minutes later, with a satisfying click, the machine came back to life.

The rhythmic hum filled the air again.

I exhaled, tension draining from my shoulders.

“Thank you, Ben,” I said sincerely. “Really. You’ve saved me again.”

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Chapter 4

He waved it off, already packing up his tools.

No smile.

No small talk.

Just that same steady quiet.

As he turned to leave, his limp barely visible under the fading light, I made up my mind.

If I waited any longer, I’d lose my nerve.

“Ben!” I called, my voice louder than I meant it to be.

He stopped, turned, eyes questioning but calm.

There was nothing guarded in his expression-just simple patience.

My palms were slick with sweat.

My heart pounded.

“Ben,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady, “I… I have something personal to discuss. Just you and me. If you’ve got a minute?”

He looked surprised but nodded.

“Sure,” he said quietly. “Go ahead.”

“Not here,” I added quickly, glancing around at the crowded workshop.

“Can we talk somewhere else? Maybe behind the supply shed-it’s quieter there.”

He didn’t ask why.

Just slung his tool bag over his shoulder and led the way.

The wind rustled through piles of scrap metal, the noise of the factory fading behind us.

When he turned to face me, the world seemed to hold its breath.

My heart raced so hard it hurt.

Idenched my fists, nails biting into my palms just to stay grounded.

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