Since You Chose Your 'Bro' I Married Your Brother novel Chapter 52

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Damien started dragging me to everything.

Family dinners. Charity events. Art auctions. Anywhere he needed a wife, I was suddenly the star accessory. Playing the perfect husband like he’d invented the role.

Even my sister called. “Damn. You really did it.”

Slipped out to the balcony for air. No one else around. Just me and the city lights.

Shook out my hair, let the breeze cool my shoulders.

A jacket landed on me.

“Hate these things too?”

I looked up.

Tall, built, that kind of face that made you forget what you were saying. Quarter-French, which explained the whole

situation.

He leaned on the railing, studying me. “Never seen you at one of these before.”

Manhattan really didn’t run out of beautiful men, did it?

I wrapped the jacket around myself. “Crowds aren’t my thing. I need space to think.”

Laying it on thick, but he bought it.

Handed me champagne.

“Want some temporary ink?”

Oh. Right. Julian. My business partner.

Didn’t just fund the salon-designed half the complicated nail art himself. When I’d mentioned being terrified of tattoo needles, he’d offered to paint them on instead.

He took my hand, started sketching something on my skin.

Chapter 9

“Anyone do this for you before?”

I took a sip. “My husband. He’s into body art.”

His pen slipped. Smudged the line.

Wiped it clean with a cotton pad. “He any good?”

Pause.

“You like what he does?”

Julian had a fancy art degree.

Only guy who ever kept the lights on. Said he needed to see his work.

Sometimes painted while I slept. Other times, during.

Brush trailing down my back, shoulder to hip. Never shook. Drew flowers mostly-roses, peonies, whatever fit his

mood.

Weird contrast. Talked like a sailor in bed, but his art looked like it belonged in a museum.

Now he was watching me, waiting for an answer.

“I did. But it only lasted a few months. He stopped.”

Something shifted in his expression. “What if I told you-”

“What the hell is this?!”

Preston. Again.

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