Novel & Cerita Craving My Brother's Best Friend

I guess it's too late to back down now. “Yes. Can I?” I was no saint, I loved sex and I had no qualms doing it with my former best friend's brother, keyword, former. And I would definitely not pass on this chance to hold my boss’s dick in my palms. Besides, his younger brother had broken my heart, I would take this as a form of compensation. The corner of Nathaniel's lips pulled into a smirk. “Of course.” He turned around and walked towards the desk, leaning on it slightly. “Have your fill.”

I just did what my brother told me to do. I stayed away. And honestly‚ that should have been easy. Thorne was Ethan's friend‚ not mine. He was ten years older than me‚ just like my brother. I was just the little sister who used to peek at him from behind the staircase railing whenever he came over to our house. But here was the thing nobody knew. Not my brother‚ not my mom‚ not a single soul on this earth. I had the biggest crush on Thorne Damian Anderson.

Not the porch steps or the wet hair or the cut on a lip I looked at twice when I should have looked away. Just this table and this candle and Tyler asking me what I’m building like the answer actually matters to him. “Can I ask you something?” he says over the tiramisu we’re splitting. “Yeah.” “Cain.” He says it carefully, watching my face. “Is it just the stepbrother thing or is there something else.” The name lands the way it always does. That small current. That pressure behind the sternum that I have gotten very good at breathing through. “It’s complicated,” I say.

Without hesitation, I roll down the window and fling it out. “By the way,” I call out, “that’s the contact for a shrink. I couldn’t find one for a psychiatrist. But hey, you’ve got to start somewhere.” “Sloane—” I pull away before he can say anything else. ~~~ It's Saturday, and I have unfortunately committed myself to two events. My half-brother’s birthday and my mom's matchmaking barbecue. The birthday party is everything I expected it to be: loud, chaotic, and entirely too sugar-fueled for my nerves.

I needed to explain, to thank them, to tell them I was safe and that I loved them and that leaving them was the hardest thing I’d ever done. I grabbed my phone—the new one Aiden had given me since my old one was evidence in Theo’s murder case—and headed downstairs. I found my brothers in the war room, going over security arrangements for the festival. “I need Tom and Sarah here tomorrow,” I blurted out, before I could allow fear to stop me from speaking. My brothers looked up from whatever they were looking at, clearly startled. Aiden set down the map he’d been studying. “Tom and Sarah are your foster parents, yeah?”

I winked. "So I'm that easy to forget." He fake gasped to which I chuckled in return. "My brother told me that what happened is actually for the best, because it wouldn't have worked out between us, so trust me I'm not jealous." I smiled. He sighed and gave me a happy smile. "Thank GOD! So we good? "Yeah we good." I smiled back, "You ain't getting rid of me any time soon, but," I spoke with a serious smile. "If you dare hurt my bestfriend or even make her sad I_ would_ hunt_ you down_ and castrate you_ got it?

Don't fucking say that unless you mean it. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I mean it. I've thought about you. Dreamed about you. Tried to convince myself I wasn't attracted to men because the only man I wanted was you and you were impossible." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I'm your best friend's brother." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I know." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "You're eight years younger than me." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

And I hated how much I craved it. I leaned against the counter and closed my eyes. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Dominic Blackwood was my brother’s best friend. He was my boss. He was a cold, ruthless CEO who made it a sport to push my buttons. And yet… somewhere between the insults and tension, something changed. Or maybe it had always been there, quietly waiting for the right moment to strike. I took another drink, this time straight from the bottle, not bothering with the glass anymore. You’re losing your mind, Amelia.

When the call ended, I set my phone down slowly. My hands were still trembling. From adrenaline. From shock. From the avalanche of new information I wasn't ready for. Caleb broke the silence first. "Your friend talks too much." I let out a shaky breath. "She always has." But my mind wasn't on Nicole's rambling. It was on Adrian. My brother who vanished. My brother who somehow knew my best friend's name. My brother who might be tangled in something far darker than I ever imagined. And for the first time, a terrible, thrilling thought flickered through me,

Deciding that I would like to suffer a little less, I close the freezer with the one bowl in hand, only to almost trip back at the sight that welcomes me as I turn around. My brother and a guy that I would recognize anywhere and anytime, Sinclair Leovough AKA my brother's best friend AKA my childhood stupid crush AKA the first guy I've ever felt strong feelings towards but sadly, takes me as a little sister AKA the biggest fuck boy I've ever met. Even worse than Vince, walking down the stairs. He has changed and I can't decide if it's in a bad way or a good way because damn! Boy grew hotter! He rolls his tongue around his lip ring as he smiles to something my brother is saying, his single le