Loving The Better Brother novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112 Proud Is An Understatement

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The office was busier now that King had released their announcement of a new luxury bag line. I could feel the urgency in the air even if I was all alone on the highest floor.

Every single person I handpicked for this project was suddenly moving faster, double–checking everything.

“Adjust the rollout timeline for the second teaser to tonight,” I said, flipping through the updated deck in front of me. “Let’s push the exclusivity angle harder. That way, we can create more anticipation and less comparison.”

“Yes, Miss Florence,” one of the team members responded immediately.

“Legal is already reviewing the situation with King,” Rocco added from beside me. “We are preparing contingencies.”

I nodded once. We needed something to give us more leverage in this situation.

I knew they were waiting for us to either withdraw the campaign or continue with it. Either way, they were expecting backlash–both choices weren’t necessarily better than the other.

I straightened, placing the papers down.

“We proceed as planned,” I said firmly. “No delays. I’ll see you all on Saturday.”

There were nods around the room.

Fortunately, no one questioned it. This small group of people trusted me, and I would not let them down -even if everything around us was trying to shake the foundation we had built.

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The night of the launch was finally here. I sat in the passenger seat, my hands resting calmly on my lap as the city lights passed by outside the window.

Beside me, Tristan drove quietly, although his eyes were anything but still.

I turned my head slightly and found him looking at me. Again.

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The car stopped at a red light, and he did not even try to hide it this time. His gaze moved over me slowly, openly, like he had all the time in the world.

I raised a brow.

“Stop that,” I said.

His lips curved into a small smile.

I was wearing a red dress. It hugged my body just right, the fabric smooth against my skin, and a slit that

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ran up to my thighs.

Meanwhile, his tie matched the color perfectly.

Although I loved him in casual clothes, there was something about the way he carried a tie.

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In fact, we had almost not made it out of the house. The moment we saw each other, I felt the atmosphere change into something electric.

I exhaled quietly at the recent memory.

We had been too close just a few moments ago.

His hands, my breath, the way we kept pulling each other back in like we had no self–control left.

We had been like that for days–constant and insatiable.

However, tonight, we had to stop ourselves.

Being late was not an option tonight.

“So beautiful,” he said softly, reaching over to play with a strand of my hair.

I glanced at him, a small smile slipping through despite everything.

Just then, a loud honk cut through the moment.

“The light,” I said,

He chuckled under his breath and shook his head before finally pressing on the gas.

We arrived at the hotel shortly after. It was one of his chains–the most luxurious one in the city. Everything about tonight had to be perfect.

There were already people outside–guests, media, and the public alike.

However, we did not go through the front.

Instead, the car pulled into a private lane, hidden from public view. We entered through a private entrance, one that led directly into the inner parts of the hotel, away from cameras and unnecessary

attention.

It was just the two of us.

The door closed behind us. And before I could take another step, his hand was already on my pulling me back toward him.

My breath caught.

“Tristan-”

However, I did not finish because his gaze had changed again.

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He stepped closer, backing me slightly against the wall, his hand sliding to pull me flush against him.

His eyes dropped to my kus, so I quickly pressed my hand over his mouth.

“No,” I said despite my heated body.

He frowned slightly beneath my palm.

“My lipstick will get ruined,” I added.

That made him pause.

I leaned closer, just enough for my words to linger between us.

“Later,” I whispered. “I promise.”

His eyes darkened further.

“Okay,” he said.

Slowly, I pulled my hand away. And with that, we made our way up to the event floor. We were still hidden and unseen from the public’s eyes, but we were at the final stretch before everything began–or ended.

I could hear the voices and movement from the event hall, the distant sound of a crowd gathering and enjoying the party.

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