Semua Bab My Best Friend's Bad boy Brother : Bab 1 - Bab 10

***Dylanne Fuck no. “Kimberley Anne Reed, I am not going to let you give some random guy, that we just met at Target, who probably looks like he has AIDS, a fucking blowjob.” “But I'm just having fun. Why don't you try to have some fun, Dylly?” Her words slurred. Yup, she was definitely drunk. “My job is to take you home safely before your arrogant big brother,” I said with air quotes, “finds us. You know how he often tracks your phone.” She smiled, tucking her blonde hair behind her ears, sizing the guy up. I swear, she was really drunk, and she would always do this thing where she shook her waist as a form of seduction. Kimberley slid out of my hold, catwalking straight to the rando. I rushed behind her, breaking my heels midway. Fuck. Who even said wearing heels at 12 a.m. was sexy? Kim had a lot to drink, and the distance from here to our apartment was far. Uber would take a while to arrive, and to top it off? No fucking signal. Before she could reach him, I pulled her ba

***Dylanne I hate the subways. They just make me hate my job even more. I mean, rubbing skin together. Worse? Whatever the other person put on their bodies. It only worsened my OCD. But here I am at 9 a.m., sitting through it. I hate working a 9-to-5, but it pays the bills on my table and helps me save some money for Eric. Eric's my 18-year-old blind brother who was in foster care. When the train stopped, I pushed through the thousands of people and got out. My hands straightened my thrifted brown silk shirt that matched my ebony skin, paired with some small black shoes and a skirt. My brown hair was packed in a tight bun this time, highlighting my minimal makeup. I walked through the tunnels with the air smelling like piss and cheap weed. My phone pinged with notifications from Penny, and no response from Kim. I'd check on her after work. After a lot of trekking and wearing my knuckles out, I got to the office: Prism Logic Inc. in Downtown Manhattan. I walked through the big cei

****Dylanne I followed the bouncer into the elevator as it took us straight to the eleventh floor. Kai had sent a message, asking me to follow him instead. When the elevator made its pinging sound and opened, I stared at an empty corridor, gold-colored doors facing each other.“Room four,” the bouncer said, pushing the card key into my hands. I walked out of the elevator and looked around. Before I could turn and ask him anything else, he had already shut the elevator doors in my face.Jeez.I slowly walked by, scanning the doors for their numbers, and eventually got to room number four. I placed both hands on the cold door, a smell wafting from the room. This place already looked like it was made for celebrities and was eerily calm.“Kai,” I whispered, placing an ear on the door, listening to see if I heard any movement of some sort.“Kai,” I whispered again. This time, I crouched down, trying to see if I could spot any peephole.Look, I had the key, alright? But I've been jumped by

****DylanneWe stepped into the halls of the Grand Hotel Tremezzo, a lavish five-star icon perched right on Lake Como's edge in Tremezzina, Italy. The Belle Époque glamour…pale yellow front, beautiful rooms, gold chandeliers hanging in shiny frames, sparkling under the Italian sun, gave the hotel's interior a smooth elegance.My plan had been to say no to this trip, especially when Kim told me Kai was coming along. That meant we would see each other often, and I wanted so very much to avoid that.But she somehow convinced me, and some part of my brain thought it wouldn't be bad to have him here. I bet it was the part that still thinks Kai and I have something left. I wheeled my bag, Kim yapping beside me, phone in hand and gum in her mouth.“I don't think Kai would come, anyway,” she commented when we stopped, letting security take our bags to our room while we finished check-in. My heart calmed, my breaths steady this time. But something still felt off, especially with the churning i

***Dylanne“I think you should hook up with some guys tonight, Dyl. Besides, you haven't had real fun in years,” Kim chattered beside me. She had spotted some “really hot” men who she thought would be down for a quick fuck.That's the thing with Kim. She says it as it is. Never sugarcoats. Never pretends.Yet here I am, lying to her about me and her brother. It's not like we did something together, but the date still counts, doesn't it? My eyes scanned the “boys” she had pointed at. I rolled my eyes and looked away because they just weren't my type. My eyes, however, landed right on the very person I was avoiding.Kai. But this time, he had his hands on a woman's back, helping her rub whatever it was.I swear I should look away and focus on Kim, the boys, and the pool. But I couldn't. My eyes stayed on them for a while, and when his hands reached lower to her waist, I stood up in a hurry. Who the fuck was she, and why was his hand on her?She looked back at him, guiding him as he rubb