MON DEMI-FRÈRE M'A BAISÉ APRÈS UNE BOÎTE DE NUIT

STEP BROTHER FUCKED ME AFTER A NIGHTCLUB “I thought you would’ve been balls-deep in Jessica right about now.”

He glanced at his phone and then looked around the room. “I thought about it. I sat at my small table alone for the next ten minutes finishing my coffee and mulling over Dillon’s words. “Have you slept together?”

She hesitated in her answer—also, a yes. She was at a comfortable weight with just a bit extra to make her ass and tits even more formidable. You’re single in a city with the largest population of hot, unattached women in the US. I lived in New York. “What do you mean then?”

“I don’t think I’m going to move,” she replied. She peered at me with one eye, half her face buried in the mattress, and gave me a small smile. I leaned forward, trying to make eye contact with her. Imagine if I’d already bought a ring and everything,” I replied, my mouth tightening in disgust just before taking another sip of coffee. Of course, they had sex. “Phoebe is fine.”

I nodded and gave her a weak smile. I know.”

“You probably dodged a bullet,” Dillon offered. What we had was nice.” I sighed. I imagined proposing to her when she finished moving here.”

“Damn, dude,” he said. I felt my jaw ache, and I locked it in place.