Tricking My Boyfriend’s Brother
I knew he wasn’t my boyfriend. His body was the same, but his eyes were a softer shade of blue.
But if he wanted to get down on one knee and offer me a ring, who was I to call him out?
I didn’t give him time to react, dragging him into the restroom of the closest cafe.
*What, but we can’t,” he spluttered as I lifted my dress and showed him my ass. No…