I Love My Cousin Shirt Novels & Stories

I raised my brow at him but he just broke our stare and decided to lift my cousin in his arms and let her lay down on the sofa, before he went to the kitchen. I took my shower and wore the lingerie, it was a bloody red color, consisting of a silky bra and lace panty, definitely showing off my perfectly shaped buns. I just wore an above the knee dress shirt and buttoned all buttons so I can have easy access to showing it to him later. I swear I'll give him a full blast at lunch time. I just had my breakfast before Uncle took me to the university. Kashna would always end up being late so he would always ride with Joseph.

But to make one thing clear— I'm not someone they can walk all over. *** That night, the house felt freezing cold. My mom looked at me, clearly upset. "You're really suing Vivian?" "Yes." "For four thousand dollars, you're taking your own cousin to court? You want your aunt's family embarrassed in front of everyone?" I dropped my bag and looked at her. "Vivian swapped out $4,600 worth of hardware. My laptop's basically useless now. Do you know how much work I've already lost because of this?"

"Now, shall we actually get you some clothes? I'm thinking we start with basics, jeans, tops, a good jacket, and then move to evening wear..." "Isabella." I stop her. "I can't. These are too expensive. I can't just..." "Elena." She looks at me seriously. "My cousin gave you that card for a reason. If you don't use it, you'll offend him. And trust me, you don't want to do that." The truth of that statement makes my stomach twist. "Besides," she continues, her tone softening, "when was the last time someone bought you something nice? Just because?"

Standing in front of me. Wearing another man's ring. My cousin's

I asked. "Of course! We are Liah's favorite uncle!" It was my ever cocky cousin. While the rest of the group was busy chatting, I asked Iya to take a photo of me that I will post on my social media account. I was wearing a white tweed jacket as a mini dress, I partnered it with a bald belt to emphasize my tiny waist. I also accessorized it with a black mini bag and black stilettos. This outfit was sponsored by Lush. I needed to post this look to promote the brand.

I snorted under my breath, lifting my head to glare, which only made her chuckle further. "I'm glad to amuse you, dear cousin." I whirled my eyes, dipping my head away from hers and back to my food. "Don't you think it's the day to call coach yet?" "I thought you're betting Prada jackets that I won't do it." I arched a brow tentatively. "Oh, I am. I'm just searching for ways to annoy my favourite cousin." "I'm your only cousin, well, aside from Blake." I gritted my teeth, fisting multiple fries in my hand.

The third photo shows Jase dressed as Luigi and me as Mario. The fourth photo makes me burst out laughing because I’m dressed as Aunt Mery, and Jase is dressed as a poorly made cake. Behind us, our parents are doubled over laughing, while our aunt looks rather upset. The last photo is so good that I’m planning to frame it and admire it constantly. My cousin is dressed as a broken condom, while I’m wearing a white shirt that says “consequence.” James stares at me with his mouth open, holding up the photo. “This is absolutely iconic.”

I whispered softly to her, feeling myself stand up her hair on her nape and neck. "Thyro, L-Lance might see us," she stammered nervously and just as I was about to remove my arms from hugging her, I tightened my hug even more. I shook my head. "I don't give a damn if my cousin sees us, I'm damn shit jealous My Shasha," I said emphatically. "I'm married to your cousin Thyro, you're doing it wrong—we are." I sighed and loosened my hug from her and faced her with me.

He said in frustration and removed my shirt slowly minding my injuries. “Huh! Hawwww!” he certainly was behaving like an angry wife. “I designed this shirt when it was my 20th birthday.” He said holding my shirt in his hands and had huge smile on his face remembering his past, it was habitual that I wore the clothes he designed, and jam-packed my wardrobe with his brand, ‘L’humanit`e’. “Yeah? I love this one a lot.” I said trying to impress him, not knowing why I wanted to do so.

And he stepped out shirtless. The air punched from my lungs. His torso was tan and hard, carved with ridges of muscle that glistened faintly from the spill. His abs tightened with each breath, a sharp V cutting toward the line of his pants. His damp hair fell across those piercing blue-gray eyes, making him look like sin incarnate. “Sorry again,” he murmured, shirt in hand. My gaze roamed shamelessly. My mouth watered. Heat coiled between my thighs. “Don’t worry,” I said softly. “My cousin canceled anyway.”