My Best Friend's Bad boy Brother
He was perfectly calm, magazine in hand, legs crossed, as if this wasn't the kind of thing that could break me.
I hurled the paper back at him.
“This is shit, right?”
“Does it look like it?” he asked, finally speaking. Of course, now he can talk. What a dick.
“I am not getting married to someone I’ve never even met,” I said, making Kim jump out of her seat.
“Wait…who’s getting married?” she asked.
“Daddy dearest wants me to marry some random girl,” I spat, sarcasm sharp enough to sting.
Mom straightened, eyes flicking from me to her husband, a silent plea there I hadn't expected.
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