I Think I Slept With My Brother's Best Friend Mga Nobela at Kwento

ANDREA Waking up to the sound of loud music playing from the living room, I got up groggily and realized that the party had already started. I glanced around the familiar room, let out a sigh, and rose to my feet when I heard the shower running in the bathroom. He’s probably taking a bath. I should leave before he finishes. Still...I hesitated, I've missed him so much. Alexander Cromwell, Alexis’s elder brother, the boy i once had an intense crush on as a teenager and even now, still my first love.

She wasn't lying. Wow… what a small world. Norris had slept with my friend, and now I was trying to get his brother drunk.

I let my head fall back against the couch as I replayed that little scene again in my head. I can't believe we did that with her brother in the room. I need to fucking stop thinking about Olivia like this. I never should have touched her tonight. Not in that closet, and damn sure in here where her brother, my best friend, was sleeping and could have woken up at any time. Thank god he didn't catch us. I know I started it, but fuck, I have no control when she is around, and it's driving me insane.

I hear our friends and family erupt in cheers and congratulations around us. I love this man so much. I can't believe this all happened because I got trapped with my best friend's brother.

“So I was sleeping with Dylan and so fucking what? I didn’t tell you about it for a damn reason!! Even if you were upset you weren’t supposed to treat me that way!” “You had to embarrass me and lay it down in front of everyone that I meant nothing to him. You called me a slut… me, your best friend, you slutshamed me right there in front of everyone.” My voice broke a little. “You said I wasn’t special from any other girl he’s fucked and you called me a dumb bitch. You said all these things why you knew I was hurting, so no, forgive me if I don't miss you at all.” “You didn’t act like a best friend to me. You’ve been horrible to me because I fell in love with your brother and if you must know

I didn’t remember him doing that. I glanced at the other side of the bed. Empty. I let out a slow breath and pressed my fingers to my temples. My head wasn’t pounding from the alcohol anymore, but the regret was already creeping in. *What the fuck did I do?* I had slept with my ex-boyfriend’s older brother. The same brother Noah barely spoke to. The same man who had looked at me last night like he had been waiting years for the chance. This wasn’t just revenge. This was messy. Dangerous. And I had walked straight into it with my eyes open.

The other side of the bed was cold, and the sheets smooth, like he didn't sleep there at all or like he'd gotten up hours ago. I pulled the blanket around myself and dropped my head into my hands and groaned. What have I done? What have we done? I slept with my ex's brother, my boss, the man I'd told to keep his distance. I let him carry me upstairs and undress me and touch me in ways I haven't been touched in years. I screamed his name. I actually screamed his name. I grabbed the glass of water on the stand and drank half of it, then set it down and pressed my palms against my eyes.

Like it was a statement he made on a daily basis. He was saying all the right things that made him sound like the perfect gentleman, and his dad the perfect step father, everything that drunk Dean, my mother's man child was not and could never be. I felt emotions pulling at me and I knew I was falling hard and fast for my best friend's brother. He was supposed to be a one night stand. How did it all go haywire?

I just slept deeply and peacefully, cocooned in Dante's warmth, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing and heartbeat. When I woke, the room was still dim—early morning, the sun just beginning to lighten the sky outside my windows. For a moment I was disoriented, confused about the warm body pressed against my back, the heavy arm draped over my waist. Then I remembered everything and heat flooded through me. Dante. I'd had sex with Dante. With my boyfriend's older brother. In my room in his family's villa while Rob was sleeping just down the hall. I should feel guilty. Should feel ashamed. Should be panicking about what this meant and what would happen next.

I haven’t seen my brother for the past year which is why I was so excited to meet him today but as soon as I entered the apartment that I shared with my boyfriend I stopped dead in my tracks with tears in my eyes, when I saw him fucking none other than my best friend Monique. They both were lying naked on my bed, with their moans echoing in the bedroom, the bedroom that I shared with my boyfriend Gabriel. “What the hell is going on over here?!” I cried and yelled out in anger and a heartbroken voice. “Oh my God, Juliet! What are you doing over here?” Gabriel pulled away from Monique in shock with his eyes opened wide as he stared at me while Monique sat there with a bitchy grin on her face,