90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed

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a bottle with the name "VODKA" boldly written on it, a greasy smile plastered on h

ng over. "Get a soul first." I roll my eyes at

iends, instead I'm at a ......club, standing on the dancing floor and forcefully

e. But I can't-not when my best

e thumping bass of the music, and gulp do

r red wine, but I pray it is alcoholic so it c

l draped over his arm like a permanent leech he can't get off

purrs, her voice dripping with fake conc

k bitch of the rich boys at my college and my nemesis in art class. Only she knows w

her. His eyes are fixed on her ass, his hand

the wine turn so

rude," Mirabel says, turning to Caleb and

e, but his mind is far f

sing his dick area to her ass. His body language makes it clear where his priorities

r

in a room full of people with weird taste in music and on a day that is supposed to be my best day-

talk comin

s of a soul-crushing love for him, yet,

time I look at his cute face, with wa

manage, trying not to sound too desperate. "Isn'

bel and looks at me, hi

You're just stiff because it's your f

ords. "A good time only with the both of us. Not

e, Ash," Caleb say

s. "I get what you mean, Ashley." She is probably angere

I can feel my body heat up just

do you thi

ractically want Caleb to be all over you at this club, right? With his hard dick

t my sides, my nails piercing into my palms.

entirely avoiding my eyes. "Let's g

t wants you to see her

eb replies almost immediat

nd on my slightly exposed boobs. "She's pretty and innoc

ing me? Mocking my virgin body? Or is she

's solid words do. I grab my bag from the sofa nearby and walk past

I might either have an outburst the

ons. What did I expect would h

"Don't tell me you're upset about

ver a little talk about my virgin hole and Caleb say

I try to

ately. But before I can get an empty taxi to s

ol escaping his mouth. "Where are you running o

ll trying to flag down a

e tenth time I've seen you kissing a random g

e take you home

om his grip. "Not when

ggling with a random young man she had just met.

baby. It will be an amazing night." She loc

doesn't take up to three seconds for him

tomorrow." Mirabel pulls him along, giggl

estly know why. Maybe it's because I am left alone on my birthday by someone who m

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, I avoided s

'ok.' If he calls, I reject the cal

thday, but it hurt more when he didn't try to make Mirabel

self in my art. I loved painting and drawing.

erse or whatever, there is always a

ys as she enters my art room. It was like a

the canvas or stop pai

rest of the summer at Caleb