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Fa lling for My
Best Friend’s Brother
J.S. Cooper & Helen Cooper
Falling For My Best Friend’s Brother
Aiden Taylor.
He’s devastatingly handsome, sexy, arrogant– and he’s out of reach.
He’s my best friend’s brother and the one man I can’t have.
However, now that my best friend Liv is getting married, I’m seeing him more than ever.
And he’s doing things to me that are making it hard for me to forget him.
Or that night we had years ago.
The night neither of us wants to talk about.
The night I really want to talk about. We both vowed to keep our secret.
It’s just getting harder and harder to keep it to myself.
I need to come up with a plan.
And I need to come up with it now because every weekend it’s getting harder and harder to tell myself that I’m not falling for my best friend’s brother.
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Other Books by J.S. Cooper
One Night Stand
Illusion
The Ex Games
The Private Club
The Love Trials
The Last Boyfriend
Crazy Beautiful Love
Everlasting Sin
Finding My Prince Charming
Copyright © 2015 by J.S. Cooper & Helen Cooper
All rights reserved.
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Cover design by Louisa Maggio of LM Creations.
Editing by Lorelei Logsdon.
Dedication
To all the women who have loved someone from afar. He might just feel the same way you do!
Acknowledgments
To my beta readers Kathy Shreve, Cathy Reale, Cilicia White, Tanya Skaggs, Rebecca Kenmore, Kanae Eddings, Barbara Goodwin, Stacy Hahn, Katrina Jaekley, Elizabeth Rodriguez, Trisha, Emily Kirkpatrick, Kerri Long, Tianna Croy, and Gwen Midgyett, thank you for all of your feedback reading chapters of this book. I so appreciated the help perfecting certain scenes.
To all of my readers, both old and new, thank you for taking a chance on one of my books.
To God, thank you for all of your blessings.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Epilogue
Note From The Author
Prologue
I Keep on Falling
I have a piece of advice for you. Never fall in love with your best friend’s brother. Don’t fall for his boyish smile or his gorgeous big blue eyes. Don’t fall for his bulging biceps or his arrogant smirk. There’s nothing good that can come from falling for him. Trust me, I know. My name’s Alice, and I have the biggest crush on my best friend Liv’s brother, Aiden. He’s everything I want in a man, aside from the fact that he’s brooding, overprotective, annoying, and too devastatingly handsome for his own good.
Aiden Taylor is everything I wanted in a man, but he is the one man that I can’t have. He’s the one man I can’t let myself be with. I couldn’t afford to date him and then have everything go wrong. Liv is my best friend and like my sister, and if I dated Aiden and it didn’t work out, I’d be scared that it would ruin our relationship as well. Plus, I’m scared about what would happen if the truth came out. You see, there are secrets about Aiden and me that nobody knows about. Secrets that neither of us wants found out.
However, sometimes a secret has to come out. Sometimes it’s not the secret that’s the issue. Sometimes the issue is you.
Chapter One
Never Take Your Own Advice
“Alice, you need to learn to take your own advice.” Liv wriggled her eyebrows at me as she changed the channel on the TV. Her brown doe-like eyes gazed at me with a challenge, and I stifled a groan. I knew that look well. As well I should, as I was the one who had taught it to her.
“What advice is that?” I said as I casually picked up the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table and sat back. I took a couple of kernels and popped them into my mouth, enjoying the buttery sweetness as I waited for her to say the words I was dreading to hear.
“You need to have a one-night stand with Aiden.” She grinned at me and I groaned. “Don’t groan at me, Alice.” She grabbed some popcorn and sat back on the new tan leather couch we’d recently bought.
“Careful how you’re eating,” I said in a proper voice. “We don’t want butter on the new couch.” I laughed as she made a face at me. “Also, I’m not going to have a one-night stand with your brother.” I looked at the TV screen as my heart raced. I’m not going to lie, I’ve thought about sleeping (and when I say sleeping, I mean anything but sleeping) with Aiden for years. But he’s never seen me as anything more than his little sister’s best friend. And even then I don’t think he really paid much attention to me. Well, technically that’s not really true. There was one night that he saw me as more than ‘silly little Alice.’ There was one night that he saw me as a woman, but I’m not going to talk about that.
“I didn’t think I would have a one-night stand either, but I did and look at me now.” Liv muted the TV and looked at me. I watched as she fluffed her long brown hair and twirled a loose wave around her finger. “Who would have thought Xander and I would be—”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” I said, cutting her off. I really wasn’t in the mood to hear about how wonderful her relationship was with Xander, her boyfriend. Xander James was handsome, sexy, rich, and supposedly really good in bed—and with his tongue. I’d been hearing about Xander James for the last few months, and I just didn’t get how one man could be so perfect. I was so happy for Liv; she was my best friend in the world, after all, but if I was honest, I was a bit envious as well. I wanted a guy who would sweep me off of my feet and fall head-over-heels in love with me. I wanted a guy who would look at me like I was the only woman on Earth. Right now, I got the guys who looked at me like I was a piece of discounted steak or like I was some sort of free entertainment. Hello, I’m not your personal stripper (unless you’re dropping thousands of dollars and don’t expect to be able to touch me), and no, I won’t dress up in my high-school Hooters outfit for you (again). The fact was that Liv had hit the boyfriend lottery with Xander, and I was scraping the bottom of the barrel.
“Am I being annoying?” Liv frowned as she gazed at me, her brown eyes crinkling in concern that she was acting like that friend whom we all love to hate. That friend who finds her man, falls in love and can’t stop going on and on about it. I didn’t mind her going on about it normally. I just didn’t want her to talk about her love life in the same breath as Aiden’s name. Not when he was someone I’d been craving for years.
“No, Liv.” I smiled widely, though inside I was grumbling that yes, she was being annoying. No one wanted to hear about their best friend’s perfect lover every day. Though I suppose I was being unfair, since Xander was really quite far from perfect. I smiled wickedly to myself as I thought about their relationship.
“What are you smiling about?” Liv’s eyes narrowed, and she moved closer to me. “Is there something you’re not telling me, Alice?”
“Maybe.” I grinned and started laughing as she sat there staring at me with a perplexed expression. I started to feel guilty when Liv’s face started to look worried. I knew then that she was starting to feel bad and most probably overthinking everything. That was Liv’s biggest failing and one of the reasons that I loved her. She was way too sensitive. She took on every emotion, and she was always super worried and anxious if she thought she was causing pain to anyone. “I’m just joking, Liv.” I leaned forward to squeeze her arm. “I’m happy for you and Xander. You deserved to find love.”
“I know.” She smiled and then sighed. “But I want you to find love as well. I want you to be as happy as I am.”
“I’ll meet someone soon. I mean, we can even go out tomorrow night if you’re down. I might meet a nice guy.”
“Xander says he doesn’t want me to go to any nightclubs with you anymore.” She bit her lower lip, and I stared at her.
“I know that you aren’t allowing Xander to dictate what you do and don’t do, right?” I frowned. How dare he ban her from going to nightclubs with me, like I was some sort of bad influence?
“Of course not.” She giggled. “We just can’t announce it to him.”
“You’re not going to lie to him, are you?” I made a face. If she lied and he found out, he would hate me.
“No, of course not. I’m just not going to volunteer where we’re going.”
“Really?” I looked at her face carefully and then I saw the glint in her eyes. “You’re such a liar, Liv. You’re going to totally tell Xander, and then you’re going to have him tell Aiden, and it’s going to be all World War III up in the club and we’re going to be banned for life.”
“Just call him, Alice,” she groaned. “Please.”
“No.” I shook my head and stood up. “I’m going to get some ice cream. Do you want anything?”
“No.” She jumped up as well. “Why won’t you call him? You’re just being silly. Explain to him that you didn’t want to kiss Scott.”
“I’m not calling him.” My face reddened as I remembered the look in Aiden’s eyes when I’d kissed his brother a couple of months ago. He’d looked shocked, and I’d felt my stomach drop as our eyes met. It was just my luck. I hadn’t even wanted to kiss Scott, but I’d let him kiss me, just so I could see if there was a spark. I wanted to explain to Aiden that it had been a mistake, but I was too ashamed to tell him anything. Especially given our past history together.
“Alice,” Liv sighed and pursed her lips.
“Don’t ‘Alice’ me, Liv.” I rolled my eyes at her, starting to feel frustrated. “You wouldn’t have called, either.”
“Maybe not.” She shook her head at me, and we both paused and looked down at her pocket as her phone rang.
“Get it.” I walked away from her. “Your obnoxious Prince Charming is waiting for you.”
“He’s not obnoxious,” she protested as she pulled her phone out of her pocket. And then she giggled. “Well, maybe he’s slightly obnoxious,” she admitted and then answered the phone. “Hello,” she said softly in her ‘I’m a princess, come and save me’ voice, and I hurried down the corridor and into my bedroom.
***
I grabbed my laptop, jumped onto my bed and pulled up Facebook. I typed ‘Aiden Taylor’ quickly in search and my heart froze as unfamiliar photos popped onto the screen. Had Aiden unfriended me? I swallowed hard, my heart beating fast as I refreshed the page.
“Oh my God,” I groaned as I realized I’d typed in ‘Tyler’ instead of ‘Taylor.’ I quickly backspaced and deleted and changed it to the correct spelling. I felt a huge rush of relief escape me as Aiden’s familiar photo crossed my screen. I clicked on his photos to see if he had any new pictures, and my heart stopped again when I noticed some girl called Elizabeth Jeffries had left a comment that said, “Can’t wait to see you this weekend.” I clicked on her name, but her profile was private and I couldn’t see anything else.
Who the hell was Elizabeth Jeffries? Was she his girlfriend? Did he love her? Ugh! My head was spinning with questions as my stomach churned. I quickly went to Google and typed her name in and looked to see if I could find anything else about her online. That was what I hated and loved about the internet. It was so easy to stalk—I mean, “research”—people, but the flipside of that was that people could research me, too. I wasn’t happy with the fact that when people typed ‘Alice Waldron’ into Google, a photo I’d submitted to a weight loss competition came up on a weight loss website, along with my goal weight (which I had not reached). I also wasn’t proud of the fact that you could also see my posts on a celebrity gossip blog rating different Hollywood celebrities. I’d contacted Google and asked them to remove those websites from search, but they hadn’t responded.
“Alice, what are you doing?” Liv walked into my room with two different tops in her hands.
“Research,” I mumbled as I looked up at her, debating whether or not I should ask her if she knew who Elizabeth Jeffries was.
“Research for what?” Liv plopped down onto my bed, and I tried to adjust my laptop so that she couldn’t see it. It was one thing to be a stalker, but it was another thing to be caught stalking. Especially when it involves your best friend’s brother.
“Work,” I lied and avoided her thoughtful gaze.
“What do you have to research for work?” she questioned, her voice doubtful. And who could blame her? I was an assistant at a real estate firm. There wasn’t much that I did in the office, let alone had to do from home.
“What are you, an FBI agent?” I snapped, feeling peeved that she was questioning me.
“Okay, so what has Aiden been up to recently?” She laughed and I looked up at her. “I’m not dumb, Alice. I obviously can guess that your research is about my big bro. You’ve never had to do research for work before. Not that you’ve mentioned to me, anyway.”
“Boo to my easy job.” I laughed and handed my laptop over to Liv. “Do you know who Elizabeth Jeffries is, by any chance?”
“Elizabeth who?” she asked in a confused voice.
“I’m guessing that’s a no.” I sighed. “Do you know if Aiden is dating anyone?”
“Not that he’s told me.” She frowned. “Why? Does it say he’s in a relationship on Facebook?”
“Not exactly.” I shook my head. “But this whore Elizabeth is commenting on his wall.”
“What? A prostitute?” Liv’s eyes widened and she looked down at the computer to see what I was talking about. “How do you know she’s a working girl?”
“Oh,” I said meekly, feeling bad for calling my unknown nemesis and enemy a whore. “I don’t know if she’s really a whore, Liv. Keep up.” I rolled my eyes at her.
“What?” She looked up at me. “You’re confusing me. Is my brother dating a whore or not?”
“Oh my gosh, Liv,” I groaned. “I was looking at Aiden’s profile on Facebook and some girl called Elizabeth commented on his wall saying she can’t wait to see him this weekend, and I called her a whore because I’m jealous and I want to see him this weekend,” I explained feebly. “And if you didn’t have your head in the clouds, you would have understood what I was talking about.”
“Oh, I get it.” She giggled. “She’s not a whore, like she’s hooking up for money, but she’s a whore in that she’s a ho because she’s after your man.”
“I prefer my explanation.” I giggled. “Yours makes me sound like a psycho. I can’t call her a ho because she’s after my man because he’s not my man.”
“Alice,” she groaned, “you’re super confusing me.”
“You’re super confusing me.” I made a face. “Now do you know her or not?”
“I’ve never heard of her before in my life,” Liv said and handed me back the laptop. “Do you want me to call Aiden and see what’s up?”
“I don’t know. Do you think that will be obvious?” I asked her as I gazed down at Aiden’s profile again. “Oh shit,” I groaned out loud as I gave Elizabeth’s comment a like. “I just liked her post on his wall. What should I do?”
“Unlike it quickly,” Liv said as she shook her head. “And then like a different post, so if Aiden gets notifications, he will see you have a like somewhere.”
“Ugh, he’s going to know I was Facebook-stalking him.” I sighed. “I’m such a loser.”
“Alice, it’s fine.” She jumped off of the bed. “I’m sure he won’t think anything of it.”
“You think so?”
“I know so. Guys don’t analyze Facebook likes and comments like we do.” She smiled at me encouragingly. “He most probably won’t even notice that you liked anything.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” I nodded hesitantly, my heart racing in fear. Liv was talking as if she knew what she was talking about, and she most probably thought she knew everything about men now that she was dating Xander, but I knew that she didn’t really know that much. I mean, she hadn’t been dating Xander for very long, and I was the one who had given her all her dating advice up until she started dating him. So essentially, Liv was giving me the advice I would have given her, and in all honesty, I had absolutely no idea what I’d been talking about when I was the one giving advice.
***
Have you ever done something you know you shouldn’t do? Like sending a guy a Facebook message in the middle of the night, when you knew you absolutely should not be sending him a message? And doing it sober, no less. Drunk messaging and drunk dialing can be forgiven, but sober messaging is done by fools, like me.
I knew I shouldn’t send Aiden a message. I knew I should wait for him to contact me. That’s what all the rules say, right? If a guy is interested, he’ll contact you. I knew that, but I was worried that he would think I had something for Scott—his brother. He caught me kissing Scott. Well, really he caught Scott kissing me, but ever since that night, Aiden has acted like I’m a leper or invisible. And I don’t even like Scott, which he should know, but you know men. They can be weird and stupid and totally obnoxious and arrogant, and so that was why I sent Aiden a Facebook message at 11 p.m.
Hi Aiden, it’s me, Alice. Hehe, obviously as it’s from my Facebook page. Just wanted to say Hi. So Hi. And then I hit send. And then I fell back on my pillow and groaned. Why oh why had I sent a Facebook message to Aiden? Ugh. Then I heard a small ding and sat up again. Someone had sent me a message. I quickly looked at my Facebook account.
Hi Alice. That was all Aiden had said in his reply, but I felt as giddy as a drunk mouse as I stared at the screen. He had replied to me. He didn’t hate me! I quickly clicked on my profile to see what photo I had up as my profile photo. I groaned as I saw myself grinning like a fool, my medium-length blonde hair looking messy and my blue eyes squinting. This was not the photo I wanted Aiden to be staring at as he typed back to me.
You’re up late, I typed back quickly. I know, I know, I really shouldn’t have sent another message. He hadn’t exactly been enthusiastic in his response, but I didn’t care. The fact that he had responded, period, was good enough for me.
It’s 11pm. Not exactly last call. I rolled my eyes at his response.
I don’t go drinking every night, so I wouldn’t know, I typed back quickly. Asshole.
Just a few times a week? Only when Brock and Jock are available?
Haha. Very Funny. I made a face. Brock and Jock were twins that I had hired to pose as boyfriends for Liv and me in order to make Xander jealous when things hadn’t been going too well for them. It hadn’t worked out very well, and Brock and Jock hadn’t fooled anyone into believing that they were our boyfriends.
What are you doing up so late? Looking to get into trouble? My heart stopped as I read his words. Was he trying to pick me up?
What kind of trouble? I typed back quickly.
You tell me.
What are you asking me, Aiden?
Nothing. I was just joking.
Oh okay. What are you doing?
About to hit the sack. I have a big meeting at work tomorrow.
Oh okay. Disappointment filled me. Tonight wasn’t going to be the night that Aiden Taylor professed his love for me.
Aiden: Sweet Dreams, Alice. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
Alice: That might be hard.
Aiden: I’m well aware of that. :)
Alice: What does that mean?
Aiden: What do you think it means?
Alice: I’m not 16 anymore.
Aiden: I’m glad to hear it.
Alice:It was an honest mistake. I lied. It hadn’t been a mistake at all.
Aiden: I know. You told me.
Alice: I got confused about whose bed was whose.
Aiden: Sure you did.
Alice: What does that mean? Sure you did.
Aiden: Alice, sweet dreams.
Alice: We should talk about this Aiden. I don’t want you thinking anything that you shouldn’t be thinking.
Aiden: That was a long time ago, Alice. I’m over it.
Alice:Fine. Good Night.
I closed my laptop and jumped out of bed, feeling antsy. What did he mean he was over it? Was he still mad at me? Was he angry? Was he trying to tell me that he was over me and letting me know that I had no shot with him? I groaned as I walked to the kitchen and heard Liv and Xander whispering and doing heaven knows what in the living room.
“Get a room, guys!” I shouted into the living room with a snarl, suddenly feeling upset and angry at the both of them.
“Alice?” Liv sounded surprised, and I heard her get up off of the couch and walk into the kitchen. “Everything okay?”
“I’m fine. Just wondering why you guys think it’s okay to make out in our joint living room,” I said churlishly as I opened the fridge. “Isn’t your boyfriend a millionaire or something? Do you guys have to make out in our living room, like some randy teenagers?”
“We weren’t making out,” Liv said simply. “We were watching a movie.”
“So why did I hear whispering and kissing?”
“You heard kissing?” Liv raised an eyebrow at me. “Xander asked me to pass him the popcorn, and I told him to get his own,” she explained and studied my face. “What’s going on, Alice?”
“Nothing.” I bit my lower lip, my face hot with shame. “Sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about.” She continued to stand there. “Are you sad about Aiden?”
“He’s just a jerk,” I groaned again as I pulled out the carton of chocolate milk. “I don’t know why he gets to me so much.”
“Because you like him.” She smiled.
“Yeah, I guess so.” I poured a tall glass and then looked for some cookies. My stomach was in knots and I needed a sugar high to make me feel better.
“It’s fine, Alice,” she continued. “He’s just being an ass. He’ll come around, and he’ll forget that silly little kiss.”
“That’s not everything,” I said softly as I pulled out my purple box of Cadbury Fingers. They were my expensive treat to myself. They were more expensive than regular cookies because they were imported from England, but I loved my sticks of biscuit covered by milk chocolate. They were worth going broke for.
“What do you mean, that’s not everything?” Liv stood behind me and as I turned around, her brown eyes looked cautious. “You didn’t have sex with Scott, did you?”
“What?” My voice rose and my jaw dropped. “Hell no. Of course I didn’t sleep with Scott. How could you think that?”
“Well, you’re acting funny,” she said with a frown. “What else don’t I know, Alice?”
“Ahem.” Xander walked into the kitchen and cleared his throat. “I’ve put the movie on hold, but I’m wondering if I should just leave?” He looked at me and then at Liv. “It seems like you guys need to talk?”
“Thanks.” I nodded and smiled at him weakly.
“No.” Liv frowned and then gave me a look. “You don’t have to leave.”
“Are you sure?” He stood there with a smug smile on his face. “I don’t mind, and it seems like Alice really needs to talk.” He looked at me again, and I stood there with my heart in my throat. I couldn’t look at Liv. I was scared she was going to tell Xander he could stay. Which would mean that she was officially choosing him over me. Which would not be cool. I was her best friend. I had first dibs on her time. If she told him he could stay, I was going to feel very, very sad.
“If you don’t mind,” Liv said and walked over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll make it up to you.” My shoulders relaxed at her words. She wasn’t choosing Xander over me. Yet.
“I’ll hold you to that,” he said in a silky smooth voice, and I looked away as he pulled her mouth to his and kissed her firmly. Oh how I wished Aiden would grab me like that and kiss me possessively. “Feel better, Alice.”
“Thanks.” I nodded and chugged my chocolate milk.
“Alice, I’m going to walk Xander to the door then I’ll be back.” Liv looked at me. “Pour us two glasses of Merlot. I think tonight’s going to be a long night.”
“Okay.” I nodded and smiled. I wasn’t sure how I’d gotten so lucky as to get Liv as a best friend, but I vowed to myself that I would never take her for granted. I looked in the cupboard for some wine glasses and a bottle of wine. I then opened the fridge and took out some French bread and brie that I had not bought, and sliced the bread and put it in the mini toaster oven that we had. A couple of minutes later Liv walked back into the kitchen, and I tensed slightly. I was worried that she was going to be mad at me for making her send Xander home.
“Yummy, you’re toasting the French bread?” She sidled up next to me and grinned.
“Yup, and I took out the brie, too.” I looked over at her. “I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course.” She laughed. “I got chocolate as well.”
“Yay.”
“It’s dark, so it’s good for us.” She pulled out her bar of chocolate from the fridge. It was Lindt dark chocolate with mint, and I grinned. It was the only dark chocolate I liked because it didn’t taste all gritty and bitter. The mint in this bar made the chocolate taste creamy and delicious. Almost as sinful as real milk chocolate.
“I’m sorry I made you send Xander home.” I made a face as I turned the slices of French bread over so that they could be toasted on both sides. Our toaster was poorly made and it never seemed to toast the bread evenly on both sides.
“It’s fine.” She rubbed my shoulder. “I’m not going to just let you suffer; besides, he knows us both well enough to know that I couldn’t just sit there while you were upset. He knows you’re my best friend and—love it or hate it—he has to deal with it.”
“He hates me?” I opened the fridge and pulled the butter out.
“No.” She shook her head and laughed. “I think he hates—well, not hates, more like dislikes the fact that when we’re together we can be a bit immature.”
“Immature?” My jaw dropped. “He thinks I’m immature?”
“He thinks we’re both a bit childish.” She giggled. “I told him he was wrong, but you have to admit we do have a tendency to act like teenagers sometimes.”
“I take offense to that.” I laughed and then shook my head. “And it’s not all the time, it’s just sometimes.”
“That’s what I told him. Everyone is entitled to act young when they want.”
“Exactly, and we’re only twenty-two.” I placed the bread on a plate with the cheese. “I’ll take the food and you can bring the wine and the glasses.”
“Okay.” She nodded in agreement and followed me into the living room. I have to admit I felt bad when I saw the lit candles on the coffee table, with Liv’s favorite cream faux angora wool blanket thrown on the couch. There was also a single red rose on the table next to the candle.
“Oh, man.” I looked back at her with an apologetic look. “I ruined a romantic night.”
“It’s fine.” She smiled at me.
“He gave you a red rose?” My heart had a sudden ache. “That’s so sweet.”
“He said that he’s never given a woman a red rose before,” she said, nodding. “He said that he vowed never to give a woman red roses until he met the woman he loved.”
“Oh my God, that is so sweet.” I sighed. “Argh, why does he have to be so perfect?”
“He told me that he couldn’t believe that he was so lucky,” she squeaked out with a huge grin. “He told me that I made him a believer and that he doesn’t want to spend a day or night without me.”
“Wow, thanks for making me feel even worse,” I groaned. “How sweet is he?” I sighed. “I shouldn’t have made him leave. Call him and tell him to come back. We can talk tomorrow.”
“No, we will talk tonight.” She sat down on the couch and opened the bottle of wine. “I want to know what’s going on, Alice.”
“It’s not important. Call Xander and tell him to come back so that you can have hot sex and tell him you don’t want to spend a night without him either.”
“Alice.” She giggled. “He can go without sex for one night. Might make him miss me even more.”
“You’re silly.” I giggled. “Though, what’s that saying? ‘Treat them mean, keep them keen’?”
“‘Make them wait, get the hate’?” she said with a laugh.
“Or ‘Give them blue balls, get eaten by Jaws,’” I said.
“No, no, I’ve got it!” She laughed. “‘Make them jack off, make them cough.’”
“Cough? Eh?” I started laughing harder. “That makes no sense.”
“Make them cough up a big diamond ring.” She laughed and I watched as her head fell back and her eyes watered up in tears.
“That’s stupid!” I continued laughing and sipped at my wine. “But thanks for making me laugh.”
“Of course.” She grinned and then looked me directly in the eyes. “Now tell me, what haven’t you told me?”
I took another sip of wine, swallowed and took a deep breath. “I lost my virginity to Aiden,” I said softly, and I watched as Liv spat her wine onto her lap in shock.
