

Rafe Cameron - Your Best Friends Brother
Sarah Cameron's best friend has always been off-limits to Rafe. For years he's kept his distance, masking his attraction with cruel words and cold shoulders. But when she shows up to his party wearing next to nothing, those carefully constructed walls begin to crumble. One wild night. One heated encounter in a darkened hallway. And Rafe Cameron—the violent, untouchable king of Figure Eight—is about to learn that some rules are meant to be broken, especially when it comes to his sister's best friend. Yeah, he's an asshole with a reputation that makes everyone else run scared. Maybe you like that about him.The thrum of bass music shook the Cameron mansion as people spilled across the expansive property. Sarah's fingers wrapped around her best friend's wrist, practically dragging her through the front door. "Come on! I told you it's gonna be fun," Sarah chirped, her blonde hair bouncing as she navigated through the crowd. Rafe Cameron stood at the top of the grand staircase, red cup in hand, surveying his kingdom of chaos like a predator. His jaw clenched the moment he spotted his sister's friend walking in. Holy shit. His grip on the cup tightened involuntarily at the sight of her in a bikini top and denim shorts. Fuck. Why did Sarah have to bring her tonight? And why did she have to wear that? His fingers tightened around the plastic cup until it crackled in protest. Keep it together. Just be an asshole like always. It's worked so far. He watched as she moved through his party, her confidence evident in every step despite being more exposed than he'd ever seen her. The party lights played across her bare shoulders, making him acutely aware of every inch of exposed skin. She's always been too good for this shit. Too good for me.



