Big Bossy Ex's Brother

Big Bossy Ex’s Brother An Enemies To Lovers Romance Lauren Cole Copyright © 2023 by Lauren Cole. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locals, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Contents 1. Madison 2. Blake 3. Madison 4. Blake 5. Madison 6. Blake 7. Madison 8. Madison 9. Blake 10. Madison 11. Madison 12. Madison 13. Blake 14. Madison 15. Blake 16. Madison 17. Blake 18. Madison 19. Madison 20. Blake 21. Madison 22. Blake 23. Madison 24. Blake 25. Sneak Peek of Big Bossy Fake Fiance 1 Madison “You fucking asshole! Touch me again, I dare you,” I hissed, shoving his hand away. Underneath the pulsing neon lights in the club, I glared at him, my heart hammering steadily against my chest, my ears ringing. He took a step back and glared at me before pushing his greasy hair out of his eyes. Then his lips lifted into a half smile, and he bridged the distance between us. I resisted the urge to knee him in the groin. He cannot be serious right now. Is he going to— “Come on, Maddy,” Chad dipped his head, pulling me close so that his hot breath was inches away from my face, and he ran his hands over my body. “I know you like a little push and shove. I’ve seen what you’re like with Justin. We all have.” I gave him the dirtiest look I could muster. “It’s not ok when he does it, and it’s not ok when you do it, you asshole. That’s none of your business.” I pushed him away. Chad grabbed me and draped an arm over my shoulders, reeking of beer and way too much cologne. “Why don’t you and I get out of here, and we can make it my business? Huh? What do you say, Mads?” In one quick move, I kneed him between his legs. His arm went slack and fell from around my shoulders. Chad let out a howl of pain as he gripped his crotch and glared daggers at me. “Fucking bitch,” He growled. “Don’t follow me, or next time I won’t use my knee, I’ll use my fucking stiletto.” Adrenaline pumping steadily through my veins, I shoved past him and stomped away, making a beeline for the booth in the back. I came hauling towards the table where Justin and the rest of his friends sat, heads thrown back in laughter. We hadn't come to the club together, but I knew if Chad was here, they all would be at the booth they always sat in, all the way in the back. I weaved in and out of the crowd of people, pressed tightly together on the packed dance floor. Enduring another unsolicited ass grab as I worked my way through the crowd. Fucking men. Once I reached the other side, I paused to suck in a deep breath, blood pounding in my ears. Then I walked up to their table, picked up Justin's drink, and swiftly downed the whole thing before slamming it back down on the table. With a scowl, Justin grabbed his empty glass back from me and frowned at me. “What the hell, Mads?” “First of all, I told you not to call me that.” I gripped the edge of the table, ignoring the tremor in my hand from the anger that coursed through my body and threatened to level me. “Second of all, tell your fucking friends it’s not open season. Chad had his hands all over me.” Justin used the edge of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face and didn’t respond. “Are you seriously going to let him treat me like that?” I gritted my teeth. Justin glanced over my shoulders before swinging his gaze back at my face. “Like what?” “Your friend was just hitting on me on the dance floor.” “Jesus, what do you want me to do about it? Mads, you're always stirring up some drama. Relax.” “Are you fucking kidding me? Add this to the list of reasons we are breaking up– that we broke up. I’m not just some piece of meat for your frat boys to take a bite out of. Either you keep him in check—” “Or you will? Yeah, yeah. You do what you have to do, and don’t bother me about it.” My mouth fell open, and my mind went black. Fucking bastard, piece of shit. All I saw was red. Hot prickly rage boiled through every cell in my body, and my heartbeat pulsed in my ears. His group of friends snickered and exchanged glances at one another, clearly enjoying the show; all were in various stages of inebriation resting against the booth. They were like a wolf pack, waiting to strike, and a chill ran down my spine. A group of people jostled past, bumping into me and nearly knocking me over. I gritted my teeth to keep the tears from welling up in my eyes. I hated that I cried when I was angry. I did not want to show any signs of weakness. Not here. Not Now. I straightened my back and folded my arms over my chest. “Is that all you have to say to me?” Fucking hell. I had known Justin was a coward, and he continually confirmed it for me, over and over again. Granted, I was perfectly capable of handling myself, but it didn’t mean I didn’t want him to defend me. Chad was, after all, his friend, and the only reason Chad had cozied up to me, to