You can't resist him, but he's already left you once.
| Aubree Anston Ado is finally getting a high end job that can fast track her future goals in a new state after catching her ex. The only problem is that she has to work with her childhood friend...
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July
My whole body aches.
When the light from my blinds peaked in, I groaned and stretched around my bed before realising I was still wearing my work shirt. Why was I still in my oh—yeah?
I quickly rose up on my bed and looked beside me. She had left, but I could still mark the outline of her bed on the sheets. Did we you know?
My mouth formed a grin, but then it dropped. I had sex with the girl of my many dreams, but my brain can't remember it.
stupid, alcohol!
Does that mean maybe she forgave me and we can move forward, or was she just as drunk and saw this as nothing? She probably doesn't even know it was me when we were doing it, thanks to the alcohol.
Before I could think of more ways to kill myself, my phone rang beside me. Maybe she's calling me. I hoped.
Too bad, it was my overly sensual and annoying little 12-year-old sister Mariana. Let's see what she wants this time; hopefully, it won't be money again because I can't fund her mall aesthetic of going to the mall every day.
"Hola, mi apuesto hermano mayor, te he extraado." I got out of bed, rolling my eyes at the overly dramatic introduction to her request, and connected my phone to my Alexa. "Qué Pasa?" She knew what she wanted.
(Hey, my handsome big brother, I've missed you.)
(What's up?)
I strolled into my dressing room looking for something to wear. I checked my watch, expecting it to be 6 p.m., but I was greeted with a 12 p.m. Mierda "Me acabas de jurar mi encantador Hermano Mayor."
(Did you just swear at me, my lovely older brother?)
"Perdón," I huffed, not wanting her to pick up on my bad habits. "Bree appears to be in your city," she speculated. "Yes." I knew she wanted the scope, but could I trust this little minx?
"True tale," I groaned.
Truth Tale was something I made with her before I left so I could learn about life back home without alarming my mother. When someone said 'truth tale' we had to reveal everything, then it was the other person's turn to use it the next time.
I was sceptical, but I decided to trust her; after all, she had been part of the Truth Tale game since we started it.
"We have met again," I said while putting my pants on, trying not to sound overly excited. "WHAT!" she screamed. I shushed her, "Keep it down; I don't want Mom to know," but I was so happy.
"And she may or may not work for my company." She broke out into a full-blown scream, and I could imagine her kicking her legs, especially since she's been our number one shipper forever. "No way, so have you made a move?" she questioned.
