a’s

am dating Dante. It’s not as if he didn’

ve his right arm to possess her. In addition, he is my childhood crush as well as my best friend. Yes, they are both my friends, and they both cheat on one another, while I am simply me. There is alwa

d you hear what I sa

k, how many times have you be

ose me? Do you believe I should approach him and beg him?

u are marryi

ve no intention of marrying.

seriously, and I know she means it. She

falsehood, I make it appear to be true. I retrieved my car keys and drove home. I need to get a good night’s sleep in order to attend their wedding tomorrow. As I was going to sh

knew he’d be a mess. He wanted to showe

,” I heard

ted me as if I were his younger sister. When I turned 16, I had feelings for him that I couldn’t control, but never crossed the line, since he continued to see me as his little sister rather than a woman. I no longer have those sentiments for him because I am well aware that he will never see me as a woma

lways shared a bed. Since I can recall, whenever he visited, or I visited him, we always shared a bed but never crossed the line. That is the extent of our proximity. W

or an interview, and Dante asked me to conduct the interview. When she learned that I was Dante’s friend, she expressed her desire for him, and we have remained friends ever since. We are both assigned to the same d

o get up.” He moane

you to leav

ed Candice’s arrival, but she was nowhere to be seen. We waited for over an hour and saw nothing. Her phone was switched off. Of course, I knew where she went, but I was unable to inform Dante. It would crush him. I noticed his mother approaching him. Th

t I couldn’t get hold of her,

ht now? This is going to cause the family a great deal of embar

, I can’

the only one who can protect his sorry ass from the media now. I motione

rmed me into a ph

this question.” He approached me from behind and h

matter. That’s the price you pay for bein

to marry a hottie.

ove

my Lolita. Mrs.

e wedding gown in front of me. It was an exquisite wedding gown. I slipped into the wedding gown and was dressed to the nines to resemble an actual bride. The music began. My parents were not present, so his father escorted me down the aisle and we exchanged vows. Which were really

now kiss

at

icious look. I mean, we’ve been sharing a bed for years but h

w

e back of my h

timents I had f

love with my best friend. We stood there, all perplexed. I don’t believe any of us considered th

his feels l

. He snatched the kiss from m

t a kiss,

make-up I was wearing. I was a beetroot. We proceeded with the signing of the marr