βLoneliness is killing me. I need a bro.β A few months after moving for his first real job, Price still hasnβt managed to make friends in his new city. No one here understands his football-playing, beer-drinking ways, and the oppressive solitude drives him to the online personals. Heβs not lookin
Bro'
β Scribed by Blake, Joanna
- Book ID
- 108143226
- Publisher
- CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year
- 2015
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 54 KB
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
I can't stand a BRO'. You know the type. Rich, hot, tan, full of himself. Well, I've got one under my skin and he's driving me insane. The worst part is, he knows it. Clayton Westfield isn't my friend or even just a classmate. He's something even more annoying. My mother Dana works for the Westfield's and we live in their house. Well, above the garage really. Clayton is just a few years older so I've known him all my life. We even went to the same private school. He's rich, he's loud, he's full of himself. He's a BRO' in the worst sense of the word. And I can't take my eyes off of him. He knows it too. He has a lot of fun posing for me by the pool, half naked or worse. But the jokes on him because after freshman year of college, I finally grew boobs. Now it's summer and he's the one who can't keep his eyes off of me. Turn about is fair play, doncha think?
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