My Best Friend Brother Shouldn't Know How I Taste Novels & Stories

"You're already risking your safety working at that bar, now you're wanting to go stalk him? I mean, come off it." I stare down at the semicolon on my hand, thinking about where I've come from over the last two years. I feel freer than I ever have, and to have my own brother send out naked pictures of me, and have this guy pimping out drug addicts in the town, it's strange to think I feel normal during this. "Please?" I ask. Cade burst out laughing. "Seriously? You're gonna give me that face?" I shrug. "I need to know. I was a blubbering mess today at work. Let's just go by the restaurant or Dan's and see if anything sticks out."

Elsa I don't think I heard him well. I'm not sure if I hear him at all. But the way he is looking at me as if he is waiting for my response makes my head dizzy. "Be mine," he repeated himself. Should I cry or laugh? Nothing like that comes to mind as I stare at him. Zayn Black, my best friend's brother wants me to be his slut. As in, his whore. I feel shame wash over me. Is that all he sees me as? Some girl he can have to satisfy his sex craves?

He asked and I smiled . " It's not like that babe .....but it's true I'll rather find out first before saying anything ". " But I'm her brother and there's nothing wrong with you telling me about my sister ". " Of course there's nothing wrong with telling you about your sister unless she's my best friend ". I replied and he smiled . " I love your loyalty and I'm jealous of it " he replied and I shrugged .

“But that doesn’t mean he’s not attracted to you. I’m certain he is—” “You can’t be sure about that,” I interrupt, my voice rising slightly. “And even if he is, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t sit right with me. Zalie, I found out my best friend died, and I was relieved it was him and not the brother I don’t even know. Do you know how fucked up that is? That’s a sign, isn’t it?” My voice cracks, and I press a hand to my forehead, the pressure of my palm doing nothing to stem the tide of emotions trying to overwhelm me.

I knew how to be romantic--- OK, perhaps it wasn't my strong suit and I didn't know how to flirt or sweet-talk to save my life, but. How hard could it be? “How the fuck do you know so much about her?” I asked instead and looked at my brother with a frown. “Because my mate is her best friend,” he continued, a small smile creeping across his lips. I’d just opened my mouth to say something when I realized what he had said. “Mate?!” I echoed and gaped in shock at him. My brother - my man-whore of a brother--- had a mate?!

“Tyce? The same Tyce that’s put his own dick in half the pack? You need to stop being afraid that your brother is actually going to care that you’re also trying to live your best life.” “He would care about this one. Just trust me.” She snickered and covered her mouth. “Damn! You fucked Damien, didn’t you?” she teased, guessing the name of my brother’s best friend. I couldn’t help but snicker at the thought. Damien was practically a third brother to me, so I didn’t see him that way at all. But a part of me did find the idea funny. Tyce would be pissed. “Don’t guess!” I finally responded. “I’m not going to tell you.”

It's freaking driving me insane, a relentless drumbeat of lust echoing in my ears, and I am hard as hell in my pants right now, a throbbing testament to her undeniable allure. I quickly avert my gaze, forcing my eyes away from the magnetic pull of her presence, just as one of my cousin brothers approaches. His name is Stanley, and he’s a good kid, always enthusiastic. He flashes a wide, genuine smile as he comes close, holding out a glass. "Yo, brother! Taste this! I told you I was good at making lemonade. This is one of my latest recipes, a secret blend!"

I wait for it to load, within three seconds, it brought out results. "Your feelings for them is growing extreme" that's not possible. I don't like-like Quincy, I only admire him. "You want him so much" okay that's a clean lie. "You're falling in love with him" I try to force myself to laugh but it came out weird. I can't be falling in love with my brother's best friend that I have been warned about since I was little. They say his 'bad news' but look at that innocent face he has. How bad could he be. It's not like he could ruin someone's life.

“I thought my brother had better taste in hospitality. What are you doing chained in his bedroom? And why did he storm out of here like the devil was after him?” I looked him over, gauging my body’s reaction to if I flipped him over and fucked him to get rid of this high. “You’ll do just fine,” I murmured in a low voice. “Really?” An eyebrow shot up in surprise. “I could have sworn the two of you were oozing so much chemistry at the ball.” I forced a lazy smile even though my pussy was still clenching around nothing. “Your brother is a complicated man. He likes to play with his food before he eats it. Apparently, he changed his mind mid-meal. Hopefully, you’re not like that.”

But right now, lying in the dark, she had no idea which one would hurt worse. Her phone buzzed one last time. Unknown number again. Unknown: Check your brother’s I*******m story. He just posted something interesting. Mia’s stomach dropped. She opened the app with shaking fingers. Jake had posted a black screen with white text. Real ones know who their brothers are. Some people never did. Tagged Ethan. The comments were already full of fire emojis and people agreeing. Mia stared at it until her screen went dark. This wasn’t ending anytime soon.