The Wrong Brother's Temptation novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Sienna

So this was the alpha.

Because apparently, on top of being an arrogant, inconsiderate jerk, he also had to look like that.

His entire posture was relaxed as if he hadn’t just reduced someone to tears, as if people crying in front of him was something he dealt with on a daily basis.

I swallowed as I took in the sight of the tall, broody man with messy dark hair.

His jaw was sharp as if the Moon goddess had personally carved him, angular cheekbones, stormy eyes and face that could make any woman fall for him.

His gaze lifted and landed on me, and for a second I froze, trapped in his gaze as he looked at me for exactly two seconds before dismissing me.

And it bloody hurt.

I straightened anyway, lifting my chin because if he thought I was going to cower after what he pulled yesterday, he was very, very mistaken.

“Well,” I said, stepping fully inside, “if this is your idea of mending things, you might want to work on your people skills.”

His brow lifted slightly, but he took a sip from his drink with that infuriating calm that grated on my nerves.

“You’re quick to draw a conclusion,” he said, voice low and dangerously calm.

I folded my arms, refusing to be intimidated. “I saw enough.”

His lips curved, not into a smile but something sharper.

“Did you?”

“Yes,” I snapped, “you call me here after not showing up yesterday, then I walk in on you making someone cry. Let me guess..now it’s my turn?”

He paused for a second, then laughed softly, like I’d said something genuinely amusing, and for some reason that annoyed me more than if he had shouted at me.

“You’re not just quick,” he said, taking a slow sip of his drink while watching me, “you’re also stupid.”

My mouth fell open. “Excuse me?”

He tilted his head slightly, studying me like I was some strange puzzle he hadn’t decided whether to solve or discard.

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“You build entire stories in your head that are very detailed, very dramatic, and completely wrong.

“Oh, I’m wrong?” I scoffed, heat rushing to my face. “Then please enlighten me. Was that not a girl runni out of here crying two seconds ago?”

“It was.”

“And you weren’t the reason?”

“I was.”

I stared at him, disbelief mixing with anger. “…wow.”

He shrugged like none of this mattered. “See, you’re proving my point.”

Something in me snapped then because the calm arrogance in his tone was unbearable.

“Good,” I shot back, “then I’m glad I called you out yesterday. You’re exactly the kind of person I thought you

were.”

His eyes narrowed just a fraction, barely noticeable but enough to tell me I’d hit something.

“And what kind is that?”

“The kind no one should be stuck with,” I said, the words spilling out before I could stop them, “so congratulations, because I’m never meeting you again. Because whoever ends up with you is going to be miserable their entire life.”

The silence stretching between us felt heavy and suffocating, but I didn’t take it back.

I wasn’t going to stand back and let him take his sweet time to reply.

So I turned on my heel, ready to walk out because I’d said my piece and honestly, I’d had enough of his face for one lifetime.

I didn’t make it two steps before a hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling me back.

I let out a surprised yelp but other than that my brain was now suddenly going haywire, my skin was tingling with tiny sparks shooting up from where he touched me.

He spun me on my heels so suddenly that I barely had time to react before my back hit the wall and he towered over me, invading my personal space as his eyes bore into mine.

I gasped, my lungs finding all the air around me insufficient to keep functioning.

And as if he wanted me to die due to hyperventillation, he braced his other arm above my head, trapping me in place.

“You didn’t think this through before coming here, did you?”

I swallowed, my brain momentarily forgetting how to speak. how to form a sentence

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His gaze dropped to my lips and something in my stomach flipped in a way that made absolutely no sense given the situation.

This was not the time to notice that.

“Let me go,” I croaked.

He didn’t. Instead, he leaned in close enough that I could feel his breath on me that made my skin prickle.

“Are words suddenly failing you?” he asked, a hint of a smirk appearing on his face.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to slap him or angle my face so that our lips aligned perfectly.

What was wrong with me?

When I didn’t answer, he added, “Or…are your ladybits suddenly in a frenzy?”

How dare he?

My hand moved before my brain could catch up, plucking the knife from under the jacket with shaky hands as I pressed it against his throat.

The cool metal contrasted sharply with the warmth of his skin as I warned, “Back off,” fully expecting him to get annoyed or frown.

Instead that cocky bastard flashed me a full smile until his lips were hovering over mine..

“What are you doing?” I hissed, my pulse spiking.

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