The Right Kind of Wrong: A Brother's Best Friend Romance by Fabiola Francisco (find a book to read TXT) 📕

Table of Contents

title page

copyright

social media

dedication

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 10

chapter 11

chapter 12

chapter 13

chapter 14

chapter 15

chapter 16

chapter 17

chapter 18

chapter 19

chapter 20

chapter 21

chapter 22

chapter 23

chapter 24

chapter 25

chapter 26

chapter 27

chapter 28

chapter 29

chapter 30

chapter 31

chapter 32

chapter 33

chapter 34

chapter 35

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acknowledgments

about the author

Copyright © 2021 by Fabiola Francisco

Publication Date: March 24, 2021

The Right Kind of Wrong

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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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dedication

Joy and Ally ~

For your friendship despite the distance and time change. Our conversations inspired a lot of this story. And for making me love surprise pregnancies *almost* as much as you do.

chapter 1

Allyson

“Hmmm… That was one of the best lays I’ve ever had.”

My eyes snap open when I hear the gruff voice next to me, and my heart slams against my ribs. A wave of nausea hits me as my memory returns, knocking my stupid sense out of the way so I can regain my wits.

I shriek, “Oh. My. God. Camden! I can’t believe I just had sex with you!” I jump off the bed, covering myself with one hand as I try to rip the sheets from the bed, although it’s pointless. He’s seen me naked already, more naked than a lot of people have. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping that the spinning of the room is to blame for me being here as if that would mean I were in some kind of alternate universe and any minute I’d wake up in real life, not having been sexed up by my brother’s best friend.

“We didn’t just have sex. It’s been…” He reaches for his watch. “About six hours. If you want to do it again, I’m ready.” He lies back, placing his hands behind his head as the sheets leave his broad chest exposed. I eye his torso longingly and stop where the sheet barely covers his length, one that I now know is big and thick—in case the pitched tent he’s sporting wasn’t obvious enough.

I shake my head out of the fantasy, unable to believe I actually thought about having sex with him again.

“I need to go.” I grab my dress from last night, throwing it on, not bothering to look at myself in the mirror. There’s no point in adding insult to injury. I’m sure I look like shit.

When I slip out of his room, I see Averly, the owner of the bed and breakfast where I’m staying and one of Faith’s—my new sister-in-law—best friends standing in the hallway. She lifts her eyebrows in silence.

“Please don’t say anything,” I plead with wide eyes. My voice sounds desperate even to my own ears.

She lifts her hands. “Secret’s safe with me.” She smiles, clearly biting back her amusement.

“Ugh,” I drop my head back against the wooden door, and I yelp when it opens suddenly, a half-dressed Camden looking at me with raised eyebrows and a cocky smirk.

“Couldn’t get…” He sees Averly. “Oh, hey, nice place you run here. I was just checking to see if the paper was outside my door.”

Averly sputters as she tries to hold in her laughter. I glare at Camden. “She already saw me walk out of here, dumbass.”

“We’ve already got pet names for each other,” he tells Averly. I roll my eyes and walk away, ignoring him. When I step into my own room across the hall from Camden’s, I lean against the door and take a deep breath. What the hell did I do last night?

I jump in the shower and scrub my body on auto-pilot, as if that would wash away the remnants of memories of feeling Camden’s body over mine. My sore muscles remind me of the night before. Sweaty, tangled limbs. Breathless moans. Purposeful thrusts.

What possessed me to sleep with my brother’s best friend on the night my brother, Easton, got married? Scratch that, on any night. Camden is… Not the guy for me, whatsoever. Not even a little bit. Not even if it was—using his words—one of the best lays I’ve ever had. Once I return to Spain, this will all become a distant memory.

I blame this on my current life situation. Having moved to a country I knew nothing about to help start an international branch for my company, feeling as if my personal life is on hold because of my career, and not having any intimacy since before I moved. It all adds to this terrible decision.

Rinsing the conditioner from my hair, I wring out the excess water and sigh, turning off the shower. I pray to God that no one saw me leave with Camden last night. My brother would kill me… Or Camden. Or both