Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Winston Moyer, Chris Moyer. I should have noticed the similarity in their last name. I never thought that they were related. I was such a klutz.

"So, you're the brother of a scumbag. I hope two-timing doesn't run in your blood." I walked around him and shook my head disapprovingly.

Winston blushed right away. He wanted to say something, but nothing could be formulated out of his mouth. He could only repeat, "N-No, I'm not like that."

Even the eloquent Winston would find himself stammering one day!

"So, why did you ask me about Zara? Come clean now. If you lie, I'll give you hell."

Winston tensed up. The nonchalance on him disappeared, replaced by seriousness. "Zara is blind. Why would she fall for a douchebag like Chris? I didn't want her to get hurt, that's all." "Really? That's all?" I raised my brows and questioned him.

"Yes, that's all," he nodded and reaffirmed.

"Then why are you blushing?" Winston's face immediately turned even redder.

Back in the room, several students were drunk and cracking drunk jokes among themselves.

"Are you tired?" Colin held my hands and massaged them under the table. His breath was laced with the scent of alcohol as his eyes looked at me fondly.

"I'm a bit sleepy." I yawned.

"We'll head back soon. Just take a nap on my shoulder."

I did what I was told docilely. He had a broad shoulder, and I could smell the pinewood scent on him. It was so relaxing.

I got up before six today and then began moving out. I was tired but not so tired that I wanted to sleep However, Colin's shoulder was so comfortable. I decided to rest a bit. Perhaps I might fall asleep, perhaps I might not.

After the meal, the students who came to help us said they didn't have any class in the afternoon. They then went back to rest up. Colin and I stood by the restaurant's entrance and bade them farewell. He leaned in suddenly and grabbedThis belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

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my dainty waist with his right hand.

In a husky and seductive voice, tinged with his unique brand of sexiness that almost gave me a nosebleed, he uttered, "I want a kiss."

Oh, no. He was drunk. "We're outside now. I'll kiss you back home."

"No, I want a kiss now." Colin threw a tantrum like a kid. He pouted his lips and tried to kiss me.

We were on a busy street! And intimate things like this were not supposed to be done under broad daylight. I quickly shoved his fuzzy head away with both my arms.

It took me a while to calm him down,

hail a cab, and get him into the car. When we arrived home, I had to bring him back too. After the whole ordeal, sat on the couch and

elf

panted like a laborer. Colin, apart from his incessant demands of

Kisses, was quite cooperative for the

most part.

"Kiss me, kiss me."

As soon as I heard that, my head was grabbed by two broad hands, and a grizzly head appeared. Colin pouted and kissed my face while complaining, "Where are your lips? I can't find your lips."

Not again! Exhausted, I couldn't run away anymore. I let him pull me into his arms and kiss me anywhere he wanted.

"Let's go inside and sleep." The six-foot-tall man was squinting his dazed eyes. With a grunt, he carried me in his arms. We then headed toward the bedroom.