I Love My Cousin Shirt Novels & Stories

"I'm not self-centered; I'm just loving myself. And I'm not interested in family's drama. I just get wrinkles. Look at you; you look haggard. You looked twenty years older than your actual age. So don't be surprised if Charlie finds someone younger." My cousin is twenty-eight, and I was just kidding. She's so pretty, like a goddess. But when she's only at their house, she doesn't like to put something on her face or dress in something good, so it means to say she wants to be simple when she's just at home. Like a mother. A pretty mom. I gasped when my cousin reached out and pinched my side. "You're too much!" I said because it really hurt. "Mommy, that's bad. Don't hurt my pretty aunt," Just

he relaxed back into the bed, wrapping his hand around my waist. I noticed that I wasn't wearing the shirt I had worn yesterday, I was wearing a button up white shirt which was also big, it was filled with Vincent's scent. "Did you do this?" I gestured to the shirt, and I noticed that Vincent was shirtless. " You wore Cyrus's shirt and I don't like it" " Tanya said it was for her brother, and there were no other clothes," I said, then I realised something " Tanya's brother is Cyrus"

I did not want to cry now. I looked at him with tear filled eyes. His gaze softened for a second, then turned cold again. He hummed quietly and left. I broke down crying. Everyone treats me like this. I escaped my filthy cousin, only to face someone even worse. I wiped my tears fast. All the clothes Adrian brought were loose and long. I chose light blue wide jeans and a black T shirt that reached my waist. I dressed quickly and walked out. I saw Adrian Cole outside, smoking a cigarette. He had rolled his sleeves up to his forearms, showing his veins and the tattoos covering his left arm.

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?"

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 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.”