Diary 23: My Best Friend’s Sister
Chapter 111
*Ethan*
My best friend has a sister. And I want to fuck her.
That’s not only a problem, it’s also not my style. I’ve known Lily Bennett since the day she was born. She’s the little sister of my best friend, Derrick, which makes her strictly off-limits.
But she’s not a little girl anymore.
She’s all grown up now and every inch of her is temptation. When I found out she was coming back to New York after a five-year absence, I was anticipating a visit from the girl I remember. The one that wanted to be my sidekick whenever I came over to the house. The girl who used to trail me around like a puppy and make me laugh.
Nope. That’s not who has been dropping by my nightclub the last two weeks.
This girl is quiet, sexy. Her smile could stop traffic and she’s got these eyes. These fucking eyes that see right through me. See every evil intention. She doesn’t have the same adoration shining from those eyes anymore, thank God. She knows I’m a man-whore and has the good sense to stay far away.
Even if she is wearing the tightest little red dresses I’ve ever seen. And those black heels? Forget about it. I can’t.
She comes to my club, orders a drink at the bar and leaves. No small talk. No conversation. Just drinks alone and disappears into the night. I’m dying to know what’s going on in her head, but I’m not going to find out. I need to leave her alone.
Except… my cock isn’t listening. It’s screaming at me to go talk to her. Take her out on the dance floor and grind my dick into her belly. I’m trying to hold out hope that she’ll grow tired of coming here and find somewhere else to spend her Thursday nights. This club is my life. I can’t avoid it. If she’s going to be here every week, there’s no way I’ll be able to keep my hands off her. So come on, Lily. Find another watering hole.
I watch from the upstairs office as she crosses the packed dance floor toward the bar, weaving through the crowd with confidence in her steps, her red dress hugging her sweet little ass, a flirty smile playing on her lips. That smile is so deceptive. Makes a man think she’s naive. Trust me, it couldn’t be more false. Whatever she’s working through, it’s got nothing to do with being innocent.
I’ve been watching her for two weeks and I can see the pain beneath the surface. The tightness around her eyes and mouth when she thinks no one is looking. It makes me want to kill whoever put those lines there. But I have to remember, I’m not the white knight, am I? She deserves better than a scoundrel like me. That’s why I’ve locked myself away upstairs tonight. She doesn’t need me to be an asshole to her on top of whatever she’s dealing with.
But God help me, I’m already aching just watching her, my fists gripping the windowsill. The club is loud downstairs and I can only see a sliver of the bar from up here, but it’s enough to make out her shape. My best friend’s little sister is a bombshell and I’m going to hell.
There’s no way around that now.
I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to keep myself from dragging her into a closet and shoving my tongue down her throat. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I start at the voice behind me. “Jesus Christ, Derek, are you trying to kill me?”
I spin around to face my best friend, propping a shoulder against the wall and crossing his arms. “What’s up, man?”
“Why haven’t you returned my calls? You’ve been dodging me for a week.” He tilts his head and studies me. “Everything okay? You look weird.”
“No, everything is not okay.” I rub my tired eyes and turn back toward the window, my blood heating at the sight of Lily’s glossy ponytail. “It’s your sister.”
“What about her?”
I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with her brother, but it needs to be said. “I want to fuck her.”
Silence descends over the room.
Derrick clears his throat. “I, um, didn’t hear that right. Did you say you want to fuck my sister?”
“Yes, I did.” I swallow hard. “She’s grown up, man. She’s fucking beautiful and she comes to my club every Thursday. It’s taking a lot of willpower not to go downstairs and get in her pants.”
I feel him move up behind me, see his reflection in the glass as he looks out at the dance floor, his shoulders going rigid. “That’s why you’ve been avoiding me? You’re too busy jacking off to thoughts of my sister?”
“I’m not a creep. I would never hurt Lily.” I spin around and level him with a hard look. “But yeah, that’s what I’ve been doing.”
“Oh my God.” He drops his head into his hands. “We need to fix this. We can’t let anything happen between you two. I’ll talk to her, make sure she stops coming to your club.”
“No,” I say immediately, turning back to the window. “Don’t do that.”
He lets loose a string of curses. “You can’t be serious, Ethan. You’re a man-whore. My sister doesn’t deserve to be on your list of hits. She’s too good.”
“Then why is she here alone every Thursday night?” I ask, a streak of irritation passing through me over his assessment. “She’s definitely trying to get over someone. Why can’t I be the one to help her forget?”
Derrick snorts. “Because then she’d have two names on the list. The asshole who broke her heart and you.”
I flinch. “I’m not that bad, am I?”
“Yes, you are.” His tone is even, but there’s a warning in his eyes. “You’ve made a habit of breaking hearts and you won’t get to add my sister’s to your collection.”
“I’m sorry, man,” I mutter. “I didn’t ask for this. She just grew up overnight and now…”
“What? Now what?” he prompts when I don’t finish.
Now I’m in so much fucking trouble because my dick is rock hard at the mere thought of touching her. Now I’m starting to wonder if she wants me, too. And that’s dangerous, because I know the moment she gives me an inch, I’ll take everything. “Nothing.”
“I think you might want to consider selling the club. Or going back to California.” He turns for the door, looking back over his shoulder. “You can’t stay here and hope you don’t act on your impulses.”
I already knew that, but hearing him say it out loud makes me want to throw something out the window. I really don’t want to leave my club or my life here in New York. For the first time, I wish I could be someone else for her, because walking away is impossible.
“Yeah,” I say slowly. “I know.”
And I do. But I’m also a man who is used to getting what he wants. Who is driven by his dick. And what I want is the beautiful brunette in the red dress. How could any man not want her? I watch her order a drink and leave some cash on the bar, then turn to the crowd. Her eyes lift up to the ceiling of the club, as if she knows I’m up here, watching her, waiting for her to give me some kind of signal. A sign that she wants to be brokenhearted, too. When our eyes lock, it’s like the whole club drops away and we’re the only ones in the room. In the world.
Finally, she smiles and winks.
Oh shit.
That’s my signal.