

My Bestfriend's Brother Shouldn't Know How I Taste
Bailey and Kaleb are a ticking time bomb of animosity and undeniable attraction. She's his best friend's sister, the 'flower' he loves to taunt, the academic rival who pushes his buttons. He's the arrogant playboy she loathes, the constant disturbance in her peaceful life. But when a prank backfires and a drunken mistake throws them together in the dark, their carefully constructed hatred threatens to unravel, revealing a dangerous, forbidden chemistry neither of them anticipated. Can they survive the morning after, or will their secret ignite a fire that burns everything in its path?The air in Mirabella's room was thick with the scent of burnt popcorn, a testament to her culinary prowess, or lack thereof. Bailey, sprawled dramatically on the floor, winced as the cold wood chilled her through thin shorts.
“Are you alright, Bailey?” Mirabella hovered, her concern a comical contrast to Bailey’s exaggerated fall.
“No, it’s fine,” Bailey giggled, rubbing her backside. “Just being dramatic. Obviously, it backfired.”
Before Mirabella could retort, the door swung open, revealing the bane of Bailey’s existence: Kaleb. He scanned the room, his eyes twinkling with amusement as they landed on her.
“What are you doing on the floor, flower?” he drawled, that loathed nickname sending a familiar surge of irritation through Bailey. Her glare intensified. If only he weren't so unfairly handsome.
