Sleeping with My Brother's Bestfriend
The store was filled with racks of elegant summer dresses, flowy beachwear, and, of course, bikinis.
Nicholas wasted no time. He got me trying on his picked things—short sundresses, strappy sandals, but most of all, a bunch of bikinis that he himself picked.
I held up a little red bikini that he had thrown into my pile, stop jaw. “Absolutely not.”
His smirk intensified; leaning towards him, he whispered, his voice husky as ever. “Why not? I think this one was made for you. Trust me, it is going to look perfect on that luscious body of yours."
Bab Populer