Falling In Love with Younger BrotherChapter 1 The First Encounter

While I was with my boyfriend Jayvon Spears at the claw machine, I accidentally ran into my ex Chandler Hampton, who had a girl with him.

With a dark look on his face, he walked over to me and, in a low voice, demanded to know what was going on.

"Can't you tell?" I smiled and kissed the person next to me on the cheek.

"He's my boyfriend."

It had only been a week since Chandler and I broke up.

"Gisselle, it's just a joke, right?"

As Chandler said this, I could practically see the veins throbbing in his neck.

I was unfazed. "What? You've already got a girl by your side, but I'm not allowed to find a boyfriend?"

The girl next to Chandler reached out and tugged at his sleeve, but he pulled away, clearly annoyed.

Chandler was about to say something else when Jayvon, my current boyfriend, cut him off.

"Excuse me, sir, but you're interrupting our date."

Jayvon put his arm around my shoulders, staking his claim. To Chandler, it was a blatant declaration of war. The two men were almost the same height, and the air between them filled with a subtle tension.

Chandler said to him, "She's my..."

Suddenly, he stopped.

I looked at him, amused, signaling for him to continue.

But he couldn't say another word.

There was nothing between us anymore.

Seeing him lost for words, Jayvon pulled me closer, tightening his hold. He spoke provocatively, "What? If I'm not mistaken, she should be your ex..."

"Enough!"

I interrupted, unwilling to continue the pointless entanglement. Pretending to lean into Jayvon's chest as though I were tired, I said, "I'm tired. Let's go home."

"Okay."

Jayvon grabbed my hand, and as we were about to leave, Chandler yanked my arm hard.

He spoke slowly, his voice calm, but I heard a flicker of desperation in it.

"Are you living together?"

I smirked.

"Of course.

"We get along very well."

As expected, my phone was bombarded with messages from Chandler.

I blocked him on everything, but he kept calling me using other people's phones, determined not to stop until I answered.

When the seventy-ninth call came through, the clock on the wall pointed to 2.

It was 2 a.m.

Jayvon had long since fallen asleep. I went out to the balcony, noticing that at some point, a storm had started. Huge raindrops mixed with flashes of lightning, and thunder rolled incessantly.

It reminded me a lot of Chandler's relentless pursuit.