F*ck Buddy

What part of f*ck buddy don't you understand?

It was just supposed to be a quick hook-up. At least that's what I had in mind when I agreed to meet the insanely hot guy on the dating website. The guy with the bedroom eyes (the kind that undress you from across the room), and the killer *I don't ask for what I want, I take it* smile. I wanted to get to know this guy. Or at least sleep with him. Because that's all it was supposed to be.

Except it wasn't.

The last thing I wanted was for stupid ‘girly’ emotions to get involved. Guys can get away with casual sex and hook-ups, so why not us? I was fed up with losers and liars, and determined to just have some fun for the first time in my life. No strings attached. And you never know, maybe let loose and explore my darker side. Nothing as crazy as what Christian Grey might deliver, but something new...something different.

Well, believe me, I got different. It was an absolute sexual awakening. A night unlike any other, and now I'm left wanting more. Much more. F*ck this guy and his impossibly sexy body. Not to mention his ability to make me forget that guys like him will chew up and spit out girls like me.

Don't even let your mind go there, girl. He is not relationship material.

That wasn't the plan. That wasn't what I signed up for.

Damn him... he wasn't supposed to be so intoxicating. So wickedly addictive. So incredibly perfect for me.

Except he isn't. He's the one guy I should never have slept with. He was supposed to be a f*ck buddy, and now he isn’t just the man I can’t stop thinking about – he’s my god damn stepbrother.