Semua Bab 90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed : Bab 1 - Bab 5

ASHLEY “Boring right?” A young out-of-shape man says, leaning into my space. He holds up a bottle with the name “VODKA” boldly written on it, a greasy smile plastered on his face. “How about we go over to my place and I show you what real fun looks like?” “Fuck off, sicko,” I snap, the irritation boiling over. “Get a soul first.” I roll my eyes at him as he walks off with his sagged shoulders. Today is my birthday and I'm supposed to be home, celebrating with my college friends, instead I'm at a ……club, standing on the dancing floor and forcefully moving my body to the rhythm of an awfully weird music for an hour and half now. I know. I have an option to leave. But I can't—not when my best friend, Caleb Cruz is also here. I sigh audibly, the sound swallowed by the thumping bass of the music, and gulp down the medium glass of wine I am holding. I don't know if it is alcoholic or some regular red wine, but I pray it is alcoholic so it can numb the irritation prickling under my

ASHLEY I swallow hard, my cheeks flushing red. My hands are resting on Caleb's warm chest muscle. “Yes. Definitely you and I,” he says, his smile sheepish. “If you want, it can happen now. I can quickly call up Josh for you while I have my share of fun with Mirabel. My face quickly stiffens and the burning sensation I feel on my cheeks becomes cold. My heart squeezes a little as I remain frozen, staring at Caleb. “Josh?” He nods. “Yea. Josh Rim. I know you have a crush on him since you always gaze at him during his soccer practice.” Josh? I only ever looked at him because he knew about my crush on Caleb and always threatened to tell him if I didn't do his hard tasks. I pull my hands away from Caleb's body so fast I nearly trip over on my own feet. I sigh, walking over to the door and opening it ajar. “Get out,” I say, my voice a low whisper. “Now, Caleb.” Caleb blinks, those dark, enticing eyes widening in genuine confusion. I hate him. I hate how much of a goofball he is.

JEREMÍAS I surely didn't expect Caleb to bring anyone with him as he was coming, and especially not her. I knew they were best friends but I didn't know she was far different from how Caleb had described her the last time he visited alone. But she? She's pretty and delicate, in a way that makes someone think a dozen times before wanting to mess with her. But not me. Most people who meet me for the first time tend to tremble or treat me with respect due to my appearance and personality. But for someone who she just met for the first time, she sure is confident and speaks casually. My gaze lingered on her. Her denim shorts dangerously exposed the smooth skin of her thighs and legs alongside her petite stature. Her blouse perfectly shows the curves of her small breasts, and that curly hair? It's still the same after all these years. I put on my cargo sweatpants and head downstairs. I stand by the side of the staircase, watching her lash out at Caleb like she's his mother. “