Crossing Lines With His Brother

What was even more humiliating than discovering her fiancé’s affair was hearing him claim he’d lost interest in her, and that he had gotten another woman pregnant.

In the world of adults, it’s never about right or wrong—only about leverage.

Heather Jenner couldn’t afford to lose the status she was so close to achieving as a wealthy wife. Let him have his fun, she thought. If he could stray, why shouldn’t she find another man to father her child?

And so, she set her sights on his younger brother—the one who outshone him in every way.

Heather Jenner glanced at the ovulation test strip in her hand. The result was clear—a bold red line.

Today was the day. Her body was about to release a mature egg. It would be her best chance to conceive.

Without hesitation, she tossed the strip aside and stepped out of the bathroom.

In the expansive, minimalist living room, a man lay sprawled across the sofa, drunk. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the smooth, pale skin beneath. The gentle rise and fall of his throat with each breath was tantalizing.

Heather straddled his waist, her lips brushing against his Adam's apple as her fingers worked to undo his belt.

Just as her hand slid lower, the man suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Jason Vander's eyes snapped open. Without a shred of mercy, he shoved her off. "Don't be shameless, Heather. You just got engaged to my brother."

Her face, a perfect blend of innocence and desire, was marred by the tears hanging at the corners of her eyes, giving her a fragile, broken look. "Jason, your brother got another woman pregnant. He's going to dump me."

Jason regarded her coldly. "That has nothing to do with me. Get out of my house."

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she lunged toward him, clinging desperately. "Jason, we grew up together. Please, help me, just this once. If I get pregnant, your brother won't be able to break off the engagement and abandon me!"

She burrowed against his chest, forcing his hand to her body. "Since that car accident left me injured, your brother hasn't touched me in a long time..."

Her pleas, her tears, the way she pressed against him—it all made Jason's breathing quicken. But in the very next moment, he gripped her shoulders and threw her back onto the sofa.

"What makes you think I would want something my brother has already discarded?" His voice was icy. "Don't dirty my home. Get out."

Heather glanced down at his reaction. A moment ago, pressed against him, she had felt the unmistakable stir of his desire.

But Jason stood in the shadows now, his emotions unreadable. Before she could see more clearly, he turned and walked away.

He had resisted. Heather couldn't believe it. Disappointment flooded through her.

As she left, she defiantly removed her bra and stuffed it into the crack of his sofa.

After returning home, Heather took a shower