Steamy Proposal
I absolutely HATE him.
Don’t ask me why but I asked my brother’s best friend to take my v-card.
Annnnd
he refused. Totally, squarely and completely shot me down for even
asking him such a thing. Now, ask me again why I hate him.
Ok, so
I probably have no right but still, you would totally do the same thing
if the arrogant jerk outright laughed and rejected you right in your
face.
Fast-forward to 3 years later, I’m back in my hometown, all
grown-up, not that anyone noticed. And everything is pretty much the
same including my brother’s best friend - albeit a couple of billions
richer but still the same old A-hole.
And guess what, he will
finally give me that one unicorny night that I’ve spent half my life
wondering about and that was in exchange for saving his life (don’t even
ask me about that).
But this time I’m calling the shots.
Rule #1. It would be only one night.
Rule #2. No one should know.
Rule #3. When it’s over, we are going to pretend it never happened.
Three perfect rules where we both get what we want without anyone being the wiser.
What could possibly go wrong?
It's not like my brother is going to walk in on us by mistake, right?
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