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I growled at her. Courtney rolls her eyes. “Yeah, that’s why she was trying to run away from you for the second time.” The brat. I bare my teeth at my annoying cousin. She’s lucky I love her. If anyone else talked to me the way she does, I wouldn’t hesitate to put them in their place. “Hey Vivian. I don’t know if you remember me very well, but I’m Courtney. That big lug’s favorite cousin.” “Only cousin. That makes you my least favorite too.”

"Was that your room? Tell me that was your room." Anna laughed, slightly hysterical. "It seems so." "It seems so? Anna!" "He brought me here. The room is mine. Everything in it." She turned the camera back for one second, just to hear Maya scream. Worth it. Maya bounced on screen. "Your crush has exquisite taste. Wow." "He's not my crush," Anna said, rolling her eyes at Maya. "He's my cousin, Maya." "Your cousin who looks like your last glass of water in a desert when you've been walking for days."

Raleigh pov “The blue shirt or the pink.” I held my two options out side by side for my cousin to inspect them. After all, she was the one who worked for a huge fashion brand. As a secretary though, but whatever. A fashion brand was a fashion brand. “The blue shirt says you’re begging for this promotion and the pink says you wish you could get it.” Imogen looked up from her coffee to reply. “So neither?” “Neither. Wear that cute zebra print blouse and the wide legged black pants.”

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I go inside, taking off my dress without delay " My eight years old cousin could pronounce the word without any problem, smoothly like an educated person. " I gasp, grabbing my shirt off the floor where I'd thrown it to cover my body. " Get out! Damn it Cade couldn't you have knocked " he smirks rolling his eyes " What are you covering? " I roll my eyes, hissing, clutching the shirt more tighter around my chest. " Just get out now whatever I'm covering is none of you damn business! " Instead he strolled in kicking his baggage somewhere, taking off his shirt, showcasing his omigod abs. I gulp hard and look away.

“I have someone I love and hold very dear to my heart as well, so I can relate, but I might just retaliate if you keep locking my shirt.” “You-” he was speaking the truth, but the arrogance he was now wearing on his sleeves was something that got to me. “Really, I agree that Chloe is beautiful, but have you seen my cousin? She's my bane of existence, but I can tell you that she and only her will be the death of me. Chloe is just a friend and I will never see her as more than just my first real friend, but I could never have those feelings towards her, so leave my shirt already,” he said as he brought his hand over my knuckles and I released him.

“I’ll fetch you, so you won’t protest.” “Alright, Z.” I said while rolling my eyes. My eyes settled on my closet then stand up. I glanced at the wall clock and shook my head. This is going to be a long night. “Happy birthday Zero!” “Happy birthday bro!” “Happy birthday!” Many people attend my cousin’s birthday. Seems like even the typhoon couldn’t stop them from coming. My eyes dropped on the gown that I’m wearing. It’s a rust orange rib knit v-neck midi wrap dress.

I forgot, we have to finish what we started. I gaze on my self again, I wore a black skirt, cute white top and black boots. This three is a gift from Brian, my cousin from lorthington University. Son of uncle Antonio, brother of my Dad. We often see each other because he has been finishing his law degree and also with a hectic schedule. So he just gifted me branded clothes for apology. Brian always knew my style. That's why he is my favorite cousin, and because he is only my cousin. He's just spoiling me around but I misses that jerk so much. He's like a brother to me. He's more like my guardian angel. Brian is always there with my ups and downs, that's why he got my back also.

i suddenly question him, frownin "don't crinkle too much," he points a finger at my forehead. "it will leave a mark in your skin "are you joking with me, lynn "of course not. but i get it that you're getting angry," he opens a tube of antibacterial cream. "what happened in the party? tell me, i'm all here, listening to you "my cousin wanted to kill me," i utte he stiffs, then looks up at me worriedl "what? which cousin? did he hurt you

curious. Instead, I leaned back in my chair and said, “She’s my cousin.” She paused in her tracks, her head snapped toward me, her brows knitting together. I turned around to face her fully. “What?” “My love,” I clarified. “She’s my favorite cousin. She wasn’t happy about the shotgun wedding, and she’s upset she couldn’t attend.” I explained why I was on my phone. Her face softened, and her shoulders slumped. “Oh,” she said, almost in relief.