All Chapters of 90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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SICK TALK

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

HOLIDAY IN SPAIN

ASHLEY The paintbrush slips from my hand, hitting the floor and splattering paint across the polished floor. I jerk my head around to face her. My mum and my dad are standing a few metres away from me, staring and smiling. I know that expression all too well. It is the same ‘smiling with just the mouth and not the eyes’ expression they had given me a dozen times before. They are guilty of something… again. I clear my throat, the sound louder than intended. “What are you talking about? You… you guys are travelling again, aren't you?” It was the only time they would tell me to spend a long time at Caleb's mansion. They glance at each other, my mother pouting, before turning back to me. They could have communicated a whole lot just with that one look. “To Rome, honey,” my mum responds, her voice soft, almost apologetic. I raked a hand through my hair, the curls falling messily over my shoulders. “How long this time?” My mum keeps quiet, sighing slightly. My dad then looks

HIS STEPBROTHER

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.

NOT OFFICIALLY

ASHLEY Ohhh. So, he's the distant first Cruz brother in the family. Caleb never really talked about him, but whenever his mum suggested he was going to visit his brother in Spain, he would refuse, saying that he likes how they barely know each other. “Your name.” “Huh?” “What's the name, lost soul?” he asks again, droplets of water dripping from his black curly hair onto his face. Lost soul? Did he just casually say that? I raise my brows slightly. “Lost soul? Do I look like one?” “Why else would you wander into someone's room and stare intensely at his bare body without his permission? I call that invasion, little one.” “Wow. Now you just belittled me.” He pushes parts of his wet hair away from his face, taking a step closer. “You can definitely invade, little one,” he says, his voice dropping an octave. “Just tell me the name first.” I quickly avert my eyes from his chest, glancing at his face. “Ashley Krisoff,” I reply. “And though you have a deceptively charming look

GOTTEN CLOSURE

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. “

UGLY TOO

ASHLEY “Caleb!” What the hell? After all the ‘thinking about it’ and needing just closure, I find him inside a pool, tongue in tongue with a Spanish that ghosts him. I wish he doesn't know how to swim. I can just push them far apart and watch him struggle to get to her. He jerks his head around, his soaked hair plastering across his forehead. “Ash?... Ash!” The girl pulls away from him, standing a foot away and licking her lips like it's a strawberry that kissed her. “Don't give me that guilty look!” I say. I can still feel Jeremías' warm hand on the small of my back. “Ash, I was just…. “Just tasting to see if her lips still feel the same after all these years right? She ghosted you for Christ sake.” He sighs, getting out of the pool. He walks towards me, but I move back, stretching my hand out to stop him. “I don't need any of that water on me. You can talk from there.” The Spanish also comes out of the pool, squeezing the water from her hair. She's pretty down ther

LUST FOR ME

ASHLEY I furrow my brows, my heart hammering against my ribs like a caught bird. I straighten, trying to look unbothered. “Firstly, you had no right to manhandle me like that, and secondly, I have nothing to hide.” “So, you do love him. And that's why you wanted to eliminate Tessa as a competition?” “Oh please,” I say. “She can swim.” “And if she couldn't?” I sigh. Now, he's just messing with my head. “Why did you let me know that she insulted me if you didn't want me to do anything to her?” He gazes intensely at me, his eyes low and dangerous. “Because she had no right to call you ugly. I was expecting you to use your words too, not a severe action.” Just as I'm about to get down from the bed, he steps closer, invading my space until his knees brush the edge of the bed. He leans down, his face inches from mine. “What makes you think Caleb will love you if you remove Tessa from the picture or keep reminding him that she ghosted him? You're just being pathetic.” “Ca

APOLOGISE

ASHLEY My hands, still pressed against the door, scrabbles furiously at the grip of his fingers. I twist, try to pry them away, but his fingers are strong, unyielding. I can feel Caleb's palm on the door knob already, trying to turn it. I twist my hands again, a wave of panic rushing through me. I grit my teeth, trying to hide how his actions can mess things up for the rest of my life. “Let go of my hands,” I whisper, low enough that only him can hear. My breathing is ragged. His eyes darken, a mischievous glint in them that makes my heart pound faster. “It won't be bad if he comes in and sees us like this, rainbow.” He is amused. This guy is amused at my situation. He isn't bothered one bit. My mind races—Caleb coming in here to see this, the look in his eyes. Gosh. I won’t be able to take it. Just as he pulls his hand away from under my shirt, the door slightly opens. Jeremías released his hold in a sudden, fluid motion as if he had anticipated this. I spring

DRUNK

JEREMÍAS “Jere.”I turn my head, catching a flicker of my best friend and teammate, Andre’s figure in the neon lights of the living room, before quickly shifting my gaze back to the side of the entrance door.He settles onto the sofa beside me, holding a bottle of wine in one hand and a plastic cup in the other.He pours wine into the cup, filling it almost to the brim.“Great birthday party by the way,” he says, stretching the cup towards me. “Less naked chicks, but it's still fun.”I nod, taking the cup from him. I keep my eyes fixed on the same spot, not moving from my position.Andre slightly nudges me with his elbow. “How's the packing for the summer trip coming? The team had a meeting earlier—we're thinking of scrapping the mountains. A private beach house will be amazing instead, right?”I shake my head once, sipping the wine. “I'm not going again. Y'all should have fun without me.”“What are you talking about?” he asks, his voice laced with confusion. “Why the change of plans

A VIRGIN?

JEREMÍAS I press deeper into her mouth, my tongue finding hers in an aggressive way. My pulse is now a frantic drumbeat against my ribs, fueled by the sight of Krisoff's vulnerable body. Suddenly, she shoves my chest, her breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches. “Get off me,” she mutters, her eyes dim and unfocused. “What are you doing, Jeremías?” “Quiet,” I growl, my voice dropping low. She shakes her head, pressing deep into the wall like she wants to enter inside it and escape. She moves her legs, trying to find a semblance of footing. “I'm not some random girl,” she says, her words almost scrambled but understandable. “Take a good look at me. I'm Ashley. Or are you also tipsy?” I release my hold on her, pulling my hand back an inch, though my eyes remain locked on hers. “Why are you here alone when you're drunk?” She lets out a soft scoff, then smiles—a sound that only makes her look goofy. “I'm not drunk. Just tipsy. Besides, Caleb will be here to stay with me soon

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