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Penulis: Rausse Davenport
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-06 07:09:42

“Yes. I did a lot of stuff wrong growing up. And you helped me learn to do better. I’m trying to return the favor and help you out,” I said. Not pointing out that my mom was the one who helped me and listened to me all that time, not him.

“You can mind your biscuits, little girl,” he said.

“These are my biscuits!” I said, slapping the steering wheel with my palm. “I’m trying to keep what’s left of my family alive. And Ryan is a mess, and you’re a mess. I can’t do it. I can’t do this on my own. I’m not Mama. I’m just a stand-in. I thought I could keep this together, that me being here would somehow make things work. That I could get you straightened out and get Ryan back on track after Whitney left,” I admitted. “And the only thing I’ve been good at is the lumberyard. Which is what you think I suck at. When really, I suck at everything else.”

“I wanna know who ever put you in charge. It ain’t your job to straighten anybody out. Least of all your grown brother and your daddy. I never co
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  • Knocked Up By My Brother’s Best Friend   014

    AdenCamilla looked awful. Sickly and garish. Like a college freshman who had taken frosh week too far. Cooper was pissed and also too drunk to drive. Camilla certainly couldn’t. Truth be told, I was the only one who hadn’t been drinking at all.“I’ll take her home,” I said to Cooper when he made it back to the table, holding a napkin to his nose.“You’ll what?”“I’m the only one who hasn’t been drinking, and I live next door.”“Good idea, thanks.”Getting my jacket, I picked Camilla up in a fireman’s carry and hauled her toward the doors of the casino, getting nary a glance from the on-site security.“Put me down! I can walk!” she protested, her dress riding up on her ass.“Not steadily,” I said, slapping my hand down on her ass to hold her dress down as I carried her to her car.Setting her down into the back seat, I got the keys from her purse and started it up. The owners knew me and my car, and it would still be there in the morning.“This is bullshit! You hurt me, and Cooper spo

  • Knocked Up By My Brother’s Best Friend   013

    CamillaI was still fuming when I woke up the next morning. If I had one overall talent at that time, it was holding a grudge. I liked to chalk it up to my fiery, Irish genes and artistic temperament. Most people just thought I was a bit of a bitch.My teeth were still gritting as I made breakfast. Just one serving all for me. Just to drive the point home to Aden, that he couldn’t jerk me around and get away with it. If he wanted any more of my practically perfect in every way cinnamon French toast, he would just have to lump it.Filled up with the best of my culinary abilities, I put on the least attractive outfit I could find—hot pink yoga pants with a mint green hoodie and brown crocs. I had no one to impress anymore and figured I might as well be comfortable. It wasn’t like Ryan was going to fire me for not following the non-existent dress-code. Besides which, the company apparently had a reputation for being casual. A notion only reinforced by the dedicated ping-pong table and th

  • Knocked Up By My Brother’s Best Friend   012

    “Camilla now lives down the hall from me in the same apartment building.”“No shit?”“Not a spec. Do you want to see her?” I asked, downing a gulp of my drink.I wasn’t acting entirely out of altruism. I certainly wanted to help my little cousin make friends if I could, but it was also partly selfish. I was hoping that Camilla would get so busy with Shae as a new friend that she wouldn’t have as much time for me. It might also help her forgive me, as I figured caramel eclairs likely wouldn’t do the trick this time. I didn’t feel good about it, and I felt even worse when I realized that this is precisely how Cooper would have wanted me to feel if he had known what I had done with Camilla.When we were finished with our drinks, I drove Shae back to the apartment building. Not that Shae was particularly tipsy. She just didn’t know where I lived. The elevator was out of commission when we arrived, so the stairs it was. I was suddenly glad that I only lived on the fourth floor.Walking up

  • Knocked Up By My Brother’s Best Friend   011

    AdenThe line between good and bad could be surprisingly blurry. I felt terrible about having misled Camilla, especially after taking her virginity. I was meeting a woman for drinks, but that woman was my cousin, Shae, who had just arrived in town.However, I had intentionally worded it so that Camilla would misconstrue what I meant. A clear case of using my powers for evil. But evil was usually on a scale, and I was trying to account for the even greater ill of having fucked her in the first place. I really lost it to my desire, which was a clear mistake.I may not have felt like a brother to her like Cooper insinuated, but I did feel a sort of protection. I had known Camilla since we were both kids, and the guilt of that came on full force. It was best to end anything that might form before it could begin. It would be better in the long run, even if it meant hurting her a bit now. We could be friends, that was all.The bar I was meeting my cousin at was one of the nicer ones in town

  • Knocked Up By My Brother’s Best Friend   010

    The amp hummed softly as Aden flicked it on and plugged in the bass. I had never really thought much about the bass. Mostly because of the two-chord stylings of most of the bands I knew. Aden set me straight in a hurry, actually playing chords and riffs, making something that sounded like a much deeper guitar. A couple of lines of which put me in mind of Motorhead or even Joy Division. Peter Hook was widely regarded as redefining how the bass was played in a rock context, making it the main melodic instrument. Several Joy Division songs didn’t really have much in the way of guitar, if at all. Guitarist Bernard Sumner exclusively played synthesizer on “Love Will Tear Us Apart.”Just as my heart and pussy were beginning to melt, unsure I could be any more attracted to Aden than I was right then, he clicked off the amp, gently replacing the bass to its stand and swooped me up into his arms.Overjoyed, I thought for a second that he would carry me to the bedroom, but, apparently, he could

  • Knocked Up By My Brother’s Best Friend   009

    CamillaI barely got back to the apartment building before Aden. I did my best to be patient, giving him time to get settled after I heard his car pull up, identifiable by Dante Street Massacre blasting from the sound system, and his door opening and closing.Holding on as long as I could, I went over and knocked on his door, after taking a breath. A breath which caught again as soon as I saw Aden, standing before me wearing only jeans. He had his T-shirt in his hand. Strong, rippling abs and chiseled pecs were all I could see. The sight kept me from even being able to say hello.“You just caught me changing, come in.”I admired the view as I walked inside and sat at the kitchen table as my crush went to the bedroom, returning a few minutes later, unfortunately fully dressed in sweats.“What’s for dinner?” I asked, trying to get my heart rate down.I honestly wasn’t expecting much. My primary male role model growing up was Cooper, who was so culinarily unskilled he probably couldn’t h

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