I Think I Slept With My Brother's Best Friend Novels & Stories

My hand moved to my face, rubbing at the tension that seemed permanently etched there. “I’m busy,” I said quickly. I needed time to think, to sort through the storm of emotions raging inside of me. There was noise in the background before my secretary’s voice returned. “Ma’am, wait—” The call disconnected, and my gaze flicked to Adrian, who was watching me closely. “What?” I snapped, my patience wearing thin. “You tell me. What’s going on with you?” His tone was light, but there was curiosity behind it. I let out a heavy sigh. How the hell was I supposed to explain? That I’d been sleeping with my sister’s best friend, who just happened to be the daughter of the man responsible for my parents

Ivy stared at me. Her coffee cup slowly tilted in her hand until a little bit spilled on her shoe. She didn't even notice. “You…” she started, then stopped, then started again. “You gave Ronan’s brother a blowjob… on a p**n set… without noticing there were cameras?” “Yes.” “And he ate you out?” “Yes.” “And called you sweet little cumslut?” My face burned. “Yes.” Ivy put the coffee down on the bench like it had suddenly become too heavy.

"How did you sleep?" "Better? I've never slept better than last night. What about you?" "Good. The sheets are super soft," I smile, smoothing the duvet with my palm. "He's cute, I like him." "And he likes you too. Are you really sure you'll stay?" I look around the room. "There's nothing for me back there. I did a bad thing and my friends are mad at me. Besides, you are my family. Jace is my brother and..."

There was no way Ethan could have entered the house without a password, that means someone must have shared it with him and that person is none other than this cheerful man. I didn't refute, I only corrected the mistaken part, “He isn't my husband, he is just here to greet Aria – his sister,” I struggled with the last statement. I didn't ever want to qualify Ethan's as just my Bestfriend's Brother but it is what it is. “Ohh, I probably heard him wrong then,” I knew he didn't, he just wanted to ease up the tone of the conversation and I appreciate him for not putting me in a tight spot.

I was lost in my thought and looked up to see him pointing at me then walking over. Alerted, I almost froze as he sat on the seat beside me. I looked at him and he gave me a ghost of a smile which is when it finally dawned on me who he was. “Xandros!” I gasped. He is Xyla's twin brother

We acted like kids and did things that normal women our age didn’t do because we were free to do as we wanted. ​“Look here… I won’t seek employment. I won’t move my ass from my bed unless someone comes to me and hands me a contract to sign,” I lamented lazily, my eyes getting blurry by the minute, and I knew I was getting tipsy. I would have hit the dance floor and danced my heart out, but that was out of the question when people were starting to assume I was cursed. ​“Don't say that. Charlie will fix it… He’s capable.” Like always, my friend never went a day without mentioning my older brother. I’ve put a rule in place since the first time we became friends: no hitting on my twin brother.

I reply. “Where did you go?” He asks. “Just somewhere” I reply. “Okay, where is that somewhere?” He asks I smile, “I went to spend time with my brother and his wife” I text back. “That’s nice, so when will you be back?” He asks. “Not sure of the exact time, but I’ll be back before 8pm” “Alright, have fun” he replies

the brunette says, acid lacing her voice. “The only good thing about her is her hot brother. Adam. I don't understand how they're related to be honest. You know Adam slept with my sister last year, she said it was better than she imagined. Maybe, I'll try to make it to one of their parties, I hear they host a few a semester." "Ewe, isn't that gross? Sleeping with the same guy your sister slept with?"

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

Instead, I was lying in a luxurious king-sized bed with grey silk sheets. And I was completely naked. "Oh my god," I gasped, shooting straight up in the bed. The memories of last night hit me like a high-speed train: Mark, Ruby, the rain, the whiskey… and Alexander. Shit. Shit. Shit. "I slept with Mia's brother!" I whispered in pure horror, clutching my head. "I slept with my best friend's terrifying, billionaire brother!" Suddenly, the sound of running water drifted from the master bathroom. He was in the shower.