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

Shane takes another look and then frowns; how could my brother and his friend do this to me? I cannot believe this. I knew my brother was jealous of me getting the company our mother had passed down, but I never thought he would stoop this low. I dared to sleep with him, too. You were not in the right mind when you did that, Maddison. You had just learned that your ex-husband had been unfaithful during your fifth anniversary, and then, to top it all off, he got the woman pregnant. I know I should not, but I feel guilty about sleeping with your brother.

The want for her sat right beside it and already felt louder. I parked and went upstairs. The apartment felt too quiet and too clean. I stripped off the clothes that still carried her scent and stood under the shower until the water ran cold. It did nothing to erase the memory of her body under mine or the soft broken sounds she made when she came. I braced both hands on the tile and let the truth settle. I was sleeping with my best friend’s sister. I had no intention of stopping. Miles texted the next morning. Beer tomorrow after work? Haven’t properly caught up since the trip.

Tears immediately burned behind my eyes. No. No… God, please no. It was Derek. Eva’s twin brother. The sweet, quiet guy who had always looked at me with longing. Eva was going to kill me. She would never forgive me for this. I had just slept with my best friend’s brother while completely out of my mind, still heartbroken and obsessed with a man who was engaged and about to have a baby with someone else. I gripped the sheet tighter and pulled it higher to hide my naked body, feeling cheap, dirty, and completely unlovable.

And I stood there In the hallway, glass of water forgotten, carrying the weight for her. Did she thInk I was ever goOng to tell her husband, or use It against her. What kind of person dId she think I was. I hope she doesn’t get the bad ImpressIon about me. I can’t do anythIng to hurt her. I was nothing like my brother. I quietly went down to pIck the water and went back to my room. This wasn’t what I expected. But now am sure my life Is taking another shape here

KAIDA’S POV I was speechless. Totally and utterly speechless. Maybe it was a dream and I needed to wake up as soon as I could, but when I pinched myself, it fucking hurt—-it was real after all. Maverick Jensen, the hockey god. My best friend’s brother left his apartment at 5am and jumped into my room through the window like a stalker just so he could confess his feelings. Scratch that—he never mentioned the word, ‘feeling’. Rather, it was more like an obsession.

His grip tightened when I shifted, like he could feel the storm inside me even in his sleep. I pressed my face into his neck and whispered a truth I couldn’t say out loud in the daylight. “It’s too good to be true.” He didn’t stir. Maybe he didn’t hear me. Maybe he did. Either way, I knew this peace wouldn’t last forever.

It worked too well. I chuckled bitterly, recalling those years, when my heart raced at the mere thought of him. I was young and foolish. I fell for his charm, his sweet words, and those mesmerizing eyes that always seemed to see right through me. But he never really saw me, did he? To him, I was just a game. A bet. If only I had known then what I know now. If only I had known that my best friend, Anna, would become my nightmare. She forgot all the childhood promises we made to each other, so easily . She didn't think twice before using her brother to ruin my life.

I cannot believe the body that was lying lifelessly on the bed is the one that is so active right now. " I love you all " " We love you too " the three of us chorused and we all group hugged. The last straw was pulled when we thought we lost Tracy but miraculously she came back to us and that is a prove that hope and miracle do exists !. THE END Thank you for reading my best friend's brother !!!.

Like I'd been the one who'd done something wrong. I crumpled the paper in my fist and threw it across the room. Sloane found me an hour later. She'd let herself into the pool house like always, armed with coffee and a bag of pastries. One look at my face and she dropped everything on the counter. "Lucy. What happened?" "Nothing." "You look like someone died." I opened my mouth. Closed it. How could I tell her? How could I admit that her brother had kissed me and then tossed me aside like garbage?

MARCUS Nobody asks me what those eight months were actually like, and I don’t volunteer it, because admitting the truth feels like admitting I was as lost as everyone else in this whole mess, just quieter about it. I told myself I was angry about the betrayal — Derek, my best friend since we were seven years old, sleeping with my sister behind my back for months. That part was true. But underneath it, if I’m honest with myself in the specific way three a.m. hospital call rooms tend to force honesty out of a person, I was angrier that I hadn’t seen it coming. I’d spent years being the one who protected Jade, the one who kept the world’s rougher edges away from her, and somewhere in the middle