My Not So Wicked Stepbrother
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my not so wicked stepbrother. Britain. Budget of her pill narrated by Cassie McClelland Text from unknown number Is this Emma May It depends on who's asking if this is the iris. No, but I paid my taxes. Even though you could really give a single girl a break. I mean Sheesh. I'm sorry. I don't have any dependence to deduct. Now if this is Baskin Robbins Yes. I'm Emma and I love you. I'll take a double scoop of chocolate ice cream with peanut butter sauce. Unknown number. I don't want your money. And I don't have any ice cream. But now that you mention it, I could go for some me. This is very disappointing, stranger. At least tell me you're not a serial killer. Unknown number. I'm a doctor. Me? All that means is you're smart enough to get away with it. Unknown number. I am pretty smart. May. Now you're starting to creep me out. I hope you have the wrong number or texting from a penitentiary. Do they let prisoners have cell phones? Unknown number? I don't think so. Me? Do you know this from personal experience or because you know someone on the inside? unknown number. Neither do you normally have conversations with strangers like this. Me? Not typically, but I'm bored. My team soccer game had been rained out and all the shows I liked were in summary runs. Unknown number. So you're using me for entertainment? May. I'm not sure how entertaining you are. Do you know any good jokes? Unknown number. This is so your king. I set up from my prostrate position on the couch. Me? Ha ha. Jenna, whose phone are you using? This isn't funny. I knew I shouldn't have told my best friend about Sawyer, but she'd had a crush on him like every girl the side of the mountains. That was until she finally figured out that Brad, my other best friend since preschool, was in love with her since he was an embryo. Jenna and Brad fancied themselves jerkers, I guess since they owned a comedy club, they were. But this wasn't funny at all. Not so funny. Best friend Who's Jenna May seriously, Jenna, the joke's over. Sawyer King got among men. Mr. I hold the state high school record for touchdowns and one season isn't going to text me An angel doesn't text he appears in your living room, hopefully wearing something akin to his cousin Cupid. Jenna and I had stopped Sawyer on Facebook. After I talked to my mom, Dr King had grown up just fine, as in he was ridiculously gorgeous. And I'm so embarrassed. My mom tried to set me up with him. How could she possibly think he was meant to father my Children Not that by over east and screamed that they deserve to breathe with someone as beautiful as him? But even they knew it was a pipe dream to punish me for not being able to snag such a catch. My period started early while I was at work without a tampon in my purse. Did I mention I worked with all men? Really not funny. Best friend. You think I'm an angel and I didn't know keep it was related to heavenly beings. My guess is the wings may gin jokes over. Don't you have work to do? I thought tonight was Comedy Sports Night and you and Brad for facing Heidi and Oscar. I need to plug that one stupid hair on much end that acts like it's high own Miracle group. I'm going now. I threw my phone on the couch cushion next to me, wondering if maybe I shall let the Herzen grow out entire beat to it. That could be fun. I could ask my friends what's hanging my phone ring. Before I could fully explore the possibilities of the fun conversations I could have about my chin hair. I picked up a phone to find it. Was Jenna calling from her mystery number? I bet she asked to use some random person's phone at their comedy club High on Left. It was a tribute to Colorado's new marijuana law and all the potheads who now called our state home. Okay, Jen, I forgive you. I'm so glad to hear that. A gravelly, masculine voice replied, uh, bread, Please let it be Brad. He was good at imitating voices. It's me, Sawyer, Mr. 90 touchdowns in the season. No, no, no. I mean, anyone could know that stat, right? I'm sorry. I'm not related to Cupid. No wings and I haven't worn diapers and years almost losing filling everywhere except in my brain, which remembered all the embarrassing things I just said, including plucking my chin hair. Are you there? he asked. Um, yes. Are you calling me? I promised your mama would. Er, Mom, whatever she bribed you with, I'm willing to pay double if you forget our little texting conversation and my number. He laughed. The most fantastically beautiful laugh I've ever had the pleasure of hearing. Are you sure? The price was pretty steep? Oh, my gosh. She had resorted to paying people. I had been joking as in a figurative speech. How much? I internally cringed. Cinnamon rolls every week for a year. Oh, I refused the offer. He said hastily. I thought you said you were smart. Muslim cinnamon rolls are to die for. So why are you contacting me then? He thought for a second. I wanted to see for myself if it was true. What? Well, your mom made it sound as if you could walk on water. Of course she did. You know you can too. What? How if I tell you, Do you promise to never, ever reveal our little discussion even under threat of torture? What if someone is pulling out my fingernails? They grow back. Your harsh extreme measures for extreme possible embarrassment. Walking on water is pretty amazing. knowledge. True, but what if I don't want to forget your number? Uh, why wouldn't he? You don't even know me. That's why I'm calling. He thought for a moment. How about this? In exchange for learning how to walk on water, I will forget everything except your number and that you think I'm godlike. And perhaps I can negotiate how you came to that conclusion and how you know about my football record. I fell to the side of my couch. I think I was literally dying from embarrassment. My heart was beating erratically enough for me to consider dialing 911. On the bright side, it would give me a good excuse to end this coal. And he may even take mercy on me if I ended up in the ER or died either. Auction sounded fantastic right about now. What kind of negotiations are we talking about?