Princess for brother

Alice Bukovskaya Steamy Stories

I am the princess of the Ashley Campbell dynasty, and after the death of my parents, Brother Travis is the only native person, but our relationship is full of poison and pretense. We pretend to hate each other, even though deep down... no, I don't want to think about it. George Smith is Travis' best friend, the epitome of vice and seduction. There are legends about him, his reputation leaves much to be desired: drugs, promiscuous relationships, rumors about "collecting virgins." But for some reason, it is he who awakens strange feelings in me — a mixture of disgust and curiosity, fear and inexplicable attraction. Lately, I've been catching myself thinking more and more that my brother… He's different. There is something deep and sincere hidden under the mask of irritation. He's trying to protect me from George by not letting him get too close to me, as if he's afraid he might hurt me. And he keeps away from me, but his gaze betrays his feelings for me. Every day I get more and more confused in my own thoughts and feelings. "Ashley, you have to make a choice," an inner voice whispers to me. But how do I choose between the one who is most likely to break my heart and the one... something that is condemned by society? Travis suddenly interrupted me, and I flinched. "Are you standing here staring into space again?" It's like the whole world is just a gray shadow for you! "Can't you?" Don't I have the right to my thoughts, to my feelings? Travis has come closer, almost right next to me, and is looking me straight in the eye. — Your feelings… They're like a maze where it's easy to get lost. Sometimes it seems to me that you don't understand what's going on around you at all! Or don't you want to understand… I came even closer, so that our noses touched, my voice trembles treacherously. "Maybe you don't understand me, Travis. We've always been strangers, but... is that really true? We competed for parental approval, but now there's no point in wearing masks. Travis clenches his fists, a struggle of contradictions in his gaze. "We hate each other, and that's a fact. "Then why are you still standing next to me if you hate me so much?" All these years we've just been playing roles, pretending to hate each other.… But what if it's not? What if there's something else underneath that mask of hate? Have you ever thought about it? Travis was silent, staring at me. Our lips were almost touching when the cleaning lady's voice came from downstairs.: — The lady from the kitchen asked me to tell you that breakfast is ready. Travis blushed and pulled away abruptly. "Forget what just happened.

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