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Falling For My Best Friend's Brother(36)

By:J.S. Cooper


Alice: What does that mean?

Aiden: It means that you my dear, Alice have affected me much more than you think.

Alice: Oh? How?

Aiden: You’ll have to wait to find out.

Alice: Okay. I was itching to tell him to just call me now. I wished that he would just call me and be done with it.

Aiden: Have a good day.

Alice: Thanks, you too. Was that it? Argh. I was irritated that he was just going to stop chatting when it was getting good.

Aiden: I’ll see you tomorrow at flag football.

Alice: Ok. Wait, what? Was he calling me tonight or not?

Aiden: I’m glad you’re feeling better.

Alice: Thank you.

Aiden: You need to take better care of yourself.

Alice: I do.

Aiden: Get eight hours of sleep and eat your veggies.

Alice: Yes, Dad.

Aiden: There are better nicknames you can call me.

Alice: Like what?

Aiden: You’ll see.

Alice: Like Sir? I typed and laughed, wondering what his face looked like as he read the message.

Alice: Or Master? I typed again and waited for his response.

Aiden: Whatever you like. :)

Alice: Aiden Taylor!!

Aiden: That works as well! :)

Alice: Fine. Whatever. See you tomorrow.

Aiden: Yes. And we’ll chat after.

Alice: We’ll see, I typed, feeling annoyed.

Aiden: Have a good day, Alice. I know I will. My lips are still tingling from your kisses last night.

Alice: I hope you didn’t catch anything.

Aiden: Is there something you need to tell me?

Oops. I guess my quick-witted diss was really a diss to myself.

Alice: Funny. Not.

Aiden: Call me if you need anything.

Alice: Thanks. I will. I put my phone down on the bed and lay back and stared at the ceiling. All of a sudden I felt better. Confused still, but better. Maybe Aiden really did like me. And maybe I really did have a chance. Maybe, just maybe, I could let him see that he was the one for me and I was the one for him. I just hoped that Elizabeth Jeffries would just disappear, along with my insecurities.





Chapter Eight

Football Is a Dance of Seduction



The best feeling in the world is when a guy you like likes you. The second best feeling in the world is when another guy likes you and makes that guy jealous. The only part that can make these best feelings the worst feelings in the world is if you also like the second guy. There is nothing worse than being attracted to two guys and having them both like you. Trust me, I know. Well, I guess I’m stretching that a bit. I don’t know if they both like me, like me. And I don’t really like like both of them. I really like one of them and the other one just makes me feel good; and that might not even be because he likes me. I don’t really know, if I’m honest. What I do know is that they both act like they kinda like me when I see them on the football field. And yeah, what does that really mean? There are so many men who like to flirt just for flirting’s sake. It doesn’t mean they actually like you.

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“How do you ask a man to dominate you?” I whispered to Liv as we made our way onto the field. “How do you bring that up casually?”

“It seems like he might already know that you want that,” Liv said as she gazed at me with a huge grin.

“Well, I don’t think he does.”

“I wish you would let me tell Xander that I know about Aiden.” She made a face and I squeezed her arm hard.

“No, you can’t tell him that I told you. He’ll never trust me again.”

“Trust you with what?”

“Anything.” I moaned. “I don’t want him to think I have a big mouth.”

“He has to know you’d tell me.” Liv frowned. “I can’t even believe that he wants to keep this a secret from me.”

“He doesn’t want to scar you.”

“I am a big girl. It will take more than finding out my brother is a freak in the bedroom to scar me.”

“He’s not a freak.”

“I don’t mean freak freak.” She laughed. “I meant freaky freak.”

“Haha, so are you going to call me freaky as well?” I questioned her with a smile.

“Why would I call you freaky?”

“If I became Aiden’s sub?”

“Number one, I can’t see you as a sub, but whatever floats your boat. Just don’t wear a choker, please.” She groaned. “No chokers with studs, they look so tacky.”

“What looks tacky?” Henry ran over to us with a big smile and lifted his hand up so I could high-five him.

“Choker necklaces,” Liv said and made a face.

“Oh, I haven’t seen a woman in one of those since …” His voice trailed off and he winked at us. “Well, since a fun night I had a few years ago.”

“What sort of fun night?” I asked curiously and I watched as Henry licked his lips and laughed.