Semua Bab Tempted by My Brother's Best Friend (Age Gap Romance): Bab 211 - Bab 220

Bonus Scene 2Kyle“I’m still unsure about it,” I said, eyeing Caleb’s death machine aka his motorcycle. I sighed when he put a helmet on my head and strapped it up, his lips curling. “Don’t be a pussy,” he said in a sing-song voice and pulled me close. “I was a good boy when Anna was my backpack, so now it’s your turn.” His body pressed against mine and the setting sun made shadows of his lashes on his cheeks. His shaved jaw felt perfect in my hand as I recently kissed his lips, humming at the taste of mint and cinnamon. I tried to pull back to breathe, but his hand squeezed my ass, making me gasp, his kiss turning deeper. It made blood rush to my nether region. My hands clenched around his leather jacket as hi

2 -  PrincessSeanIt wasn’t ideal to have a meeting with my colleague at a strip club, but it was private, cozy with perfect drinks and pretty women. Especially her. My hand ran through her silky, soft strands of golden hair. She was tense in the beginning, but after a few minutes, she had relaxed, being a good girl and kneeling for me. I didn’t make strangers kneel for me, but it had been such a long time since I played with someone. The broken engagement still stung, and I hadn’t gone on dates my mom set up for me (even though I’m in my forties) or took anyone home for play.But there was something innocent, yet carefree, about her. 

4 - ThirstyChelseaI rolled my eyes so hard that I was surprised I didn’t lose them in the back of my skull. I got further irritated by the sound of his chuckle, his deep voice making my hands clammy, especially when he looked at me from the corner of his eyes, mirth gleaming in them. “Weirdo,” I murmured underneath my breath and crossed my arms, looking out of the window to hide the blush rising in my cheeks. I couldn’t remember the last time a guy made me blush. Maybe in fourth grade when my classmate shared his favorite pen with me and told me to keep it since it had glitter in it. This strange, handsome man definitely surpassed my fourth-grade crush. “I am curious,” he started when we reached a fancy tall building with closed gates. I watched him type something on his phone making the gates open. He smoothly drove down the basement to the parking lot. “Why are you working at the Heaven club?” I blinked at him when he parked the car in the almost-empty parking lot. The only o

6 - Or What?ChelseaSean was nice. He was very sweet and let me bake chocolate mousse cake from scratch while he watched from the island stool. It was even better than baking at home since he had all the expensive unused equipments. Not to mention, having an eye candy like him watch me bake made my chest feel light, my mouth babbling on about each step. I wanted to impress him with my profound knowledge of vanilla essence and granulated sugar.But I had a long shift at the strip club and couldn’t stop yawning or rubbing my eyes when they got teary. Of course, he noticed. “Go to bed,” Sean said, his voice firm and leaving no room for argument. He stood up from the stool, his hair falling over his brows, making him look younger. “No, it’s fine,” I said, waving my hand. He raised a brow. “I wasn’t asking, Princess.”That damned word. It was just a word. But I had imagined being a princess when I was a little girl, hoping I’d grow up into a pretty woman and marry a handsome young p

8 - I’m YoursChelsea I took a shaky breath, fidgeting with my fingers when the host announced names of women and a few men dressed in pieces of fabric that could barely cover our ass. I didn’t want to do it, but I had little choice.Sean was insane to send me three grand for my attention just to get my number. I had even repaid his money, but he had sent me five grand instead and told me to keep it. Of course, I needed the money, but I couldn’t keep it. He had already paid me well enough for that night where he didn’t even touch me, and it felt weird to accept his money for nothing.So I had decided to pay him back.My heart beat remained high as the public hooted and cheered, placing high bids to spend the night with gorgeous women. I swear I heard someone say a million dollars. I felt ashamed to ask my mom to help me out and worse—dad. I didn’t even want to think about ever asking him for money. And it was just this once. I would get the fifty percent cut from the auction bid a