BoyFrenemy: Enemies to Lovers, Step-Brother Romance
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He dropped to his haunches again and tossed the handle over his shoulder into the hall. He grabbed handfuls of clothes and tried shoving them back into the bag that had split at the zipper.
My face burned beet red when I saw the underwear and bras that he fisted back into the bag.
“Sorry, Bay,” he started, then froze with a few thongs in his hands that had been hiding…
Oh God…
“I’ll just uh...” Blake choked on his words a bit, but the grin that spread over his face told me he was holding back a laugh as he stood again and put out his hands. “I’ll leave this to you.”
I quickly grabbed the thongs and saw the little black bullet and hot pink dildo wand that I had packed just so that my parents wouldn’t find it in my room while I was gone. Georgia and Tiffany had gotten them for me at graduation, insisting that it was better than making a mistake on a bad guy. And honestly, I agreed with them. I just hadn’t broken those little things in yet because I was too afraid Mom would burst into my room unannounced and catch me red handed.
And he saw it.
Georgia’s smoking hot dad saw my bullet and dildo massagers, and he left the room with a laugh.
God? Just kill me now. Please?
I pressed my hands over my face and fought back the urge to cry—slash—laugh over it when Georgia found me.
“Whoa, what happened here?” she asked, dropping to her knees and scooping up a few things.
Then her eyes found the sex toys.
“You brought them?” she asked me all excited.
“I couldn’t leave them at home for my parents to find it!” I whispered-yelled. “And your freaking dad just saw them!”
She shrugged. “Dad’s cool. Believe me. He doesn’t care if you masturbate.”
I pressed my hands over my face again and gave in to the half laugh, half cry that was forcing its way out.
“Pizza?” I heard Blake call into my room, but he didn’t enter.
I would never be able to look the man in the eyes again.
Ever.
“Hawaiian!” Georgia called.
“Pineapple does not belong on pizza. We’ve talked about this,” Blake told her, pushing the door open a little more to argue with his daughter.
“Just because you don’t have my sophisticated tastes doesn’t mean that I am wrong.”
“Your mother has ruined you,” he said with a chuckle, shaking his head.
“True.” Georgia nodded with finality before grabbing the toys and holding them up in the air. “You don’t care, right Dad?”
I lunged for the things, knocking my friend onto the ground as Blake belly laughed.
“Hell no,” he said, still laughing. “We all gotta get off somehow.”
“Oh my GOD!” I shrieked and pulled at the roots of my blond hair. “Freaking shut up Georgie!”
The two of them just laughed at me for a minute before Blake pulled out his phone and started ordering pizzas.
“You’re the worst!” I yelled full out at Georgia as her dad left us. “I can’t believe you!”
“See? Nothing to worry about!”
“Oh my God, I hate you,” I growled, pressing my hands to my cheeks while they continued to burn up.
Was it possible to get a fever from embarrassment? It certainly felt like it.
She plopped the devices into my bedside drawer before following her dad out of the room and slipping into her own.
“You’ll forgive me eventually,” she called over her shoulder.
Of course she was right. I always forgave her, no matter how freaking embarrassing the things she did was to me.
I managed to sort through the disaster of a bag and put things in drawers. I hung things in the closet and neatly stacked my shoes in the bottom. Last, I opened my camera case to check that everything was still in perfect condition.
My lenses sat comfortably in their foam-padded pockets while the body of it was still packed neatly. I was worrying about nothing.
Satisfied that it was safe, I changed into some leggings and a tank top before stalking out of the room and back the way I had come just as the doorbell rang.
Blake almost ran me over as I approached the front door from the hallway at the same time as he did from what I assumed was the living room.
“Oh, sorry,” he said, waving me by before he opened the door and held out some cash to the delivery kid.
“Thanks Blake,” the kid said, tilting his logo hat to him before handing the pizzas over.
“Got supreme and disgusting. Uh, I mean Hawaiian,” Blake told me as we went to the living room together where Georgia was already in pajamas and cuddled up in one corner of the couch.
I sat beside her while Blake left to the kitchen just in the other room, and I took a moment to look around.
While it was clean, the house was also pretty barren and sparsely decorated. It was obvious that a bachelor lived there.
Tasteful wood furniture and a comfortable couch were the main parts of the living room, all focused on the huge TV on the wall.
“Where’s my dinner?” Georgia called out like she was three years old before winking at me.
“Hold your horses,” Blake called back and Georgia giggled to herself.
“What are you, five?” I asked her, digging down into the unusually comfortable couch.
“He loves it,” she said in a whisper. “And it’s so much fun to mess with him! He’s so not good with girls!”
I shook my head and tried not to laugh as Blake came out with paper plates and napkins and a parmesan shaker.
“You didn’t get into praying or anything since you were here last, did you?” he asked Georgia with a quirk of his eyebrow.
She just made a serious face and shook her head.
“Good. You do something like that and I should know. Right? We had a deal.”
“I know. No big life events without calling you.”
“Which means…?” He rolled his hand for her to continue.
“No dating a guy more than three times before bringing him to meet you.”
“Good girl.” He winked at Georgia before giving up the plates and napkins, plopping that shaker on the coffee table.
We each took one and dug into the pizza.
I took a piece of each and settled back as we watched a show about some motorcycle club.
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