Best Friend Las Vegas Photos Novels & Stories

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

Back at the hotel, after a shower, I picked up my phone out of habit and saw Vivian's latest post sitting at the top of my feed. Nine photos. In the first, she sat on Spade Casino's rooftop terrace while Luca stood behind her, blocking the wind. In the second, she held a cue, and Luca leaned over to adjust her angle. In the third, the casino manager delivered a custom chip marked with a V while someone joked that she looked like the real lady of Spade. The rest showed Luca watching an old movie with her, playing arcade basketball, and drinking mocktails at the bar. I had wanted to do those ordinary things with him. Luca always said arcade games were noisy, movies were childish, bars were cro

she boasted and Lev appeared on the other side of the car, with a feigned grimace of anger. "Actually, she met me first, I'm her best friend," she whined and I rolled my eyes, why were we wasting our time and I didn't want to miss the flight to the best bachelorette party of my life. I hoped to make the most of the days I would still be a civilly single woman, before joining in holy matrimony to the man of my heart, for the rest of our lives. After the goodbyes, we left for the airport and in less than three hours we arrived in Las Vegas, Nevada. A city that never rested and illuminated the sky with its endless light.

We were on the zipline, both smiling wide. I decided to use that picture and added a caption: "The true purpose of close friends." I added a heart and a smile emoticon to it. Once my profile was successfully updated, I continued scrolling. It was still early, so I wasn't feeling sleepy yet. I grinned when I saw Lavly's latest post. It was a picture of her with Benjie. Lavly was in front, smiling widely, while Benjie was standing behind her, looking at flowers with a serious expression. They were wearing matching clothes.

I cannot believe the body that was lying lifelessly on the bed is the one that is so active right now. " I love you all " " We love you too " the three of us chorused and we all group hugged. The last straw was pulled when we thought we lost Tracy but miraculously she came back to us and that is a prove that hope and miracle do exists !. THE END Thank you for reading my best friend's brother !!!.

"You're killing me here." Why was this happening? Was he only just noticing how attractive his best friend was after nearly ten years of friendship? He'd seen Lena in bikinis countless times. Hell, he'd even helped her with that swimwear photoshoot last summer, holding the reflector while she posed in bikinis. Not once had he felt this pull, this magnetic attraction that made it hard to breathe. Maybe it was the way her breasts pressed together in that crop top. Or how the apartment's warm lighting caught on her smooth thighs when she moved.

And Clara—my best friend. They were standing in a hotel lobby. Close, but not touching. She was smiling at him, her head tilted slightly the way people do when they’re comfortable. I wished I could wipe that comfort — that smile — right off her face. My throat tightened as I saw the timestamp that sat at the bottom. That was the work trip. The one where we argued before he left. I swiped. Another photo. This one was the worst of it. It was probably in a hotel.

My profile popped up, the cover photo was still the one Lily and I took the day of our last shift at the first Café we worked at. I pointed at it. We were in matching floral aprons, flour on our cheeks, messy buns that were falling apart. We looked like two happy idiots pretending the world wasn’t closing in. “She’s on the left,” I said, my voice low. “That’s Lily. My best friend.” Maximus leaned in, squinting. Then his eyes widened. “Isn't she the one who shot you?” “Yes,” I replied swiftly. “And what do you want me to do?” He asked.

Naturally, he was always the one to do the hunting simply because he enjoyed the pleasure of picking them out, but whenever he found a willing participant, he could hardly say no. Leo appeared around the corner, climbed down the stairs, and went to sit with his friend Wesley. Wesley was an African American, a Photographer, and Leo's best friend since College. Putting his towel over his neck, Leo wiped his face and turned to grab a bottle of water, noticing his friend's eyes on him. “So you are back?” “Did you expect me to vanish?” Leo murmured, uncorking his bottle of water. Wesley threw his head back and laughed. “Funny, right? So this your one-night stands will you ever stop.”