Semua Bab Secret Marriage To My Brother's Best friend : Bab 141 - Bab 150

LilyI never liked sleepovers. Why would any grown adult be excited about the prospect of being sandwiched in the same apartment with four other ladies, three of whom you’ve not seen in quite a long while, and you’ve always had a strained relationship with?Well apparently, Christie doesn’t share any of my concerns. She’s sitting on her bed in only her pajama pants, with a huge grin that says she’s got all the fun to herself. Back in the university days, there were five of us: Myself, Christie, Tanya, Annabelle and Jessica. We were as tight as a little sisterhood could be. But slowly as with all good relationships, time wore it away and we drifted apart with me and Christie sticking together, and the rest of the crew drifting off into one direction or another.It didn’t help that I never did like Jessica or the rest of the girls besides Christie, but I did manage to fake it pretty well until we graduated. I had always felt Jessica was more loyal to her hormones than our friendship and

Liam“I must say Mr. Denver, your artworks are amongst the finest the country has to offer,” Mrs. Banks, wife of the top officials in New York City says with appreciation written all over her face, as she gazes across my office. She sits down in the chair next to my desk while I lean against mine, crossing one leg over the other.“Thank you ma'am. Your compliments are most appreciated, but please call me Liam.” I respond. “Thank you for taking an interest.”She laughs. “You’re so polite, Mr. Denver.”I gesture toward a box sitting on my coffee table. “Have a look inside?”She cocks a brow curiously and does so. “What’s in it?”After opening it and finding a small framed painting of her and her husband, she gasps and covers her mouth with both hands. “Oh my goodness! This is beautiful. Thank you so much, Liam.”“My pleasure, Mrs. Banks. Just a little way of showing my appreciation for your continued patronage. Just the other day I saw one of my works in the mayor’s office on tv. I knew

LilyAs far as interviews go, that couldn’t have gone any better and I can’t wait to tell Christie all about it. It’s been three days since ‘that night’ and I couldn’t care less about how the rest of the weekend went. All I know is the girls are gone and I can finally have my best friend all to myself again. I’ve got ice cream and a few groceries as well as picked up a large pizza for the perfect girls night.Lugging the overstuffed paper bag filled with ice cream and groceries against my hip, I swear this bag has developed a vendetta against me. The ice cream is chilling my side, and not in a good way. On the other hand, the pizza box in my free hand feels like a brick ready to start a new life as a paperweight.I finally reach Christie’s front porch, and the four measly steps might as well be Everest. My legs, already tired from a long day, protest every step like drama queens. The paper bag is threatening to give up on life, its corners surrendering to my sweaty palm.I'm practical

Liam It’s Lily’s first day working as my personal assistant. The thought alone makes me smile a little. Of course we’ll have our moments, but on the whole, I can’t help but feel a little ecstatic about having her around. You can say the gallery has lacked any sort of thrill or excitement, and if there’s one thing Lily brings to the table, it’s a certain thrill. My legs carry me as fast as they can to my office. I’m about one hour late today. One drink turned into two, then three, then four and then many more last night and I had ended up sleeping really late. Don’t judge me though. When the bartender is a pretty blonde and a good conversationalist you tend not to notice the time. Her eyes kinda had this allure to them and I was more than a willing participant in their seduction. I finally managed to drag myself from under their spell, or rather I got dragged off the floor by my friend, Harry at around midnight. Thank goodness he was around. Lord knows I would have never made it hom

I cock a brow. “You mean Lily?”He leans back into his chair, a smug grin on his lips. “Yeah. How was her first day at work?”“Good.”I lie. But I can’t tell him she called my paintings trash. He’d never let me hear the end of it.“Gotten up in her guts yet?” He continues.I stare at him. “No. Why would you ask such a question?”“C’mon Liam. You’re a flirt who can’t keep his dick in his pants. We both are. And Lily more than fits into the description of a classic, sexy temptress.”He’s got that right. But it can’t happen. Her sore attitude and the fact that she’s Dean’s sister makes it impossible. We’d be lucky to get past a day without getting at each other’s throats, never mind hooking up. Not a chance.“She does. But it’s not happening.”“Why?” He asks, genuinely curious.“She’s my friend’s sister. Dean and I go way back. I can’t afford to ruin our friendship.”“Nonsense.” He waves me off and downs his whiskey. “If you’re good friends like you say you both are, then he should be mo