Novel & Cerita Claimed By My Brother's Best Friend

My mouth turned sour instantly. The mere idea of him being with another woman and treating her with affection ignited a blazing fire in my chest. I knew I shouldn’t be jealous over his past, but I couldn’t help it. “Now I get it. That’s how you are so good at flirting.” That earned an actual laugh from him. “No, I'm not.” He shook his head. “I only know a few things because of my best friend.” That caught my attention. “Your best friend, Taylor?” “No.” He answered softly. “Taylor is my Beta. My brother in arms.”

“Has for a while. She’s very… present.” Something about the way she said present made me decide not to ask follow up questions. “I’m not here for complications,” I said. “I’m here for a fresh start, remember?” “Mhm.” She didn’t sound convinced. “Just be cool, okay? He’s my brother and you’re my best friend and I love you both and I would like to keep it that way.” “Olivia, relax.” “I’m relaxed.” “You don’t sound relaxed.” “Because I know you,” she repeated.

Miss Admirer: Anyway who was the girl with you today? She chuckled after asking this question. "He doesn't even know I was that girl." She murmured and giggled. My Hottie Biker: She is my best friend's sister. She is so annoying, clumsy like a kid and a troublemaker, therefore I call her kiddo. She rolled her eyes after reading this. My Secret Admirer: Okay! Leave all this and tell me how're so free today. Aren't you with any girl? My Hottie Biker: I had a plan but I had to drop kiddo at the college. She spoiled my all plan.

So, I am going to skip a few years ahead to when I was 14 and my brother was 19 years old. I still relied on my brother for a lot of things he took me to spend time with friends or would always let me tag along with him and his best friend Finn. I know he still has this kid as a best friend, but he is not a bad guy and is usually nice to me most of the time. I think he always feels bad for me since the day he came to the house and had to take me to his house. I can never live that down ill always be the sad little puppy in his eyes.

“Who are you exactly? A cousin? A Brother?” He was fast to answer. It was either the had reharsed it a thousand times or he was saying the truth. “Brother and son. Now are you going to tell me who you are?” I welcomed darkness for a second by shutting my eyes. “I’m a friend of the family’s. Lisa’s friend.” “Ohh.” There was an amused smile tugging his lips. “You’re that friend,” he concluded. I was interested in knowing what he meant. “What friend?”

I asked, my heart catching in my chest. “I just realized,” he said dryly, “that I’m fucking a complete nerd.” “We’re not dating,” I corrected, heat licking at my neck, “but I’ll take it as a compliment. Nerds are hot.” He tilted his head, studying me. “If you’re only using me for nerdy sex, I should probably keep you far away from my brother.” I blinked. “Wait. Do you actually want to take me out?” “I just did.” “That was a sex club,” I hissed.

I said, perhaps a little too fast. Zach chuckled. “She’s lying.” “Shut up, Zach.” “Hey, I’m just saying,” he teased. “If the guy you’re clearly into decides to ditch you for Miss I-Can-Do-A-Perfect-Pirouette, I’d be mad too.” Liv gasped dramatically. “You’re into him!” “I’m not!” I insisted, flustered. “He’s just—he’s confusing.” Liv gave me that knowing grin that only siblings seem to have — the one that said I know my brother better than you ever will.

“My best friend, Chancé, would never do something like that. She’s not like you. She’s the purest person I know. She would never like my brother too.” To be honest, I want to die hearing those words. They hammer into my chest—the pain, the lie, all of it. I’m lying to my best friend. I’m evil, and she’s defending me. Hazel is right about one thing: I am a conniving, creepy slut, a liar who smiles to her best friend’s face while behind her back she’s sleeping with her brother.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my sweatshirt, faking nonchalance as I stepped up onto the sidewalk alongside them. Them being my daughter and Flinn Coltridge. Flinn Coltridge, my brother's best friend. A man-whore. A cocky bastard who knew he was God's finest work until then. A decadent, egotistical work of art in a Prada suit. Too bad the work of art was a masterpiece.

I turned little flustered but I wasn't going to confess anything. "I went to club with Anna and Sharon then stayed with them". I lied. He smiled at me creepily. "I always knew he is going to be a bad influence on you". He said. "Excuse me, who?" I asked him, getting up from the bed while trying not to look nervous. At times like these, I hate it that he is my twin brother. "Oh sorry, I didn't say the name. I mean Jake Carter, your brother's best friend and the guy you like since forever". He said, falling on his back on my bed.