CLAIMED BY MY BROTHER'S BEST-FRIEND

my fucking questions? Why the hell are you home so early? Did so

ything that's been going on because of him, yo

well and I have

when there's no sign of mother around. It would b

even if you're on the brink of death

eyes, and I l

riously don't have it in me to talk to you rig

ing the perfect brother that

made you cry: Give me a name.

"Let the fucking bastard that did this know n

ging. "I've handled too many girls and I've become too familia

little Abig

nt Gre

d for a moment before glaring at me. "

ems. "It means you. I thought you w

lost in thoughts before that smir

r, right? Like your biological brother?"

le sister. I know I'm attractive and all, but you really s

walk up to my room, his loud laug

to think he wo

you would love me. I was the stupid

of the Ice cream, staring at my screen

bowl of ic

I'm currently in my pajamas, tissues at my side, a large bowl of ice cream i

thing, bringing me to the realization that I finis

the movie and sliding off the duvet to get another b

oom out of habit and I walk towards the kitchen, openin

tting there, ready to be devoured by

aying, his single left side dimple showing with his muscles straining against his black t-shirt that hugs him too tight for no damn reason as he raises his right hand

sized pajamas, a messy bun in head with a large bowl of ice cream in hand

ge and yet, this is the first impression I give; not that it matters an

s wide grin slowly disappearing as his eyes takes over my body and

e hell do you thi

hts, and I gulp in as I raise my gaze

was around. You should have fu

. Wouldn't be the first t

n that silly nickname he gave me an

ing my voice for sou

itest choice of words I could come up with and Sinclair n

nse gaze. Well, it's Sinclair Leovough, you wouldn't expect le

retty?" Little sister. Of course Vince rolls his eyes before meeting my gaze once a