My Brother's Billionaire Best Friend - Max Monroe Page 0,63

I get to spend an entire evening with Milo, I kissed him.

If it wasn’t the best kiss of my life, I don’t think I’ll be able to survive the kiss that could top it.

Everything is coming up fucking roses.

After a quick pit stop in the bathroom to pee, brush my teeth, and wash my face, I head into the kitchen and set a fresh pot of Folgers to brew.

Mr. Coffee makes me proud, and it’s not long before one of my favorite smells fills my apartment.

But, seriously. Is there anything better than the smell of fresh coffee in the morning?

Definitely not.

I fill my favorite pink mug to the brim, stir in a little sugar and milk, and plop down onto my sofa, fully prepared to fit in an hour of prerecorded Project Runway before I have to get ready for another boring Saturday shift at the shop.

But I’m barely five minutes into finding out what the next challenge is before my phone pings several times in a row with text message notifications.

What the…? Did somebody die?

I snag my phone off the coffee table and find five messages from Lena.

Lena: GIRL. Tell me everything.

Lena: Wake the fuck up right now before I die from anticipation.

Lena: MAYBE, WAKE UP.

Lena: Seriously, wake up. My nipples are all tingly and when my nipples tingle that means the seventh sun is in the house of fornication.

Lena: REALLY? No response to the house of fornication? That was clever as hell, and I’m disappointed in you.

Lena: Helloooooooooooooooooo?

I grin and type out a response.

Me: Well, good morning to you, too. And for future reference, I track my behaviors on the SIXTH sun. The seventh was just one too many.

Lena: There’s no time for your little jokes, friend. I need to know what happened last night.

My cheeks blush and my lips tingle just thinking about the perfect, almost unbelievable sensation of Milo Ives’s lips on mine.

Me: Well…it was no house of fornication, but I did kiss him.

Lena: YES. YES. YES. I knew it! How was it?

Me: If I were less in control of my emotions, I’d probably cry every time I think about it.

Lena: Holy hell! You may be in control of your emotions, but I am NOT. I feel like a proud momma. I literally might start sobbing.

I laugh.

Me: No need to cry, Yoda. It was just…a really great kiss. No big deal.

Lena: NO BIG DEAL? C’mon, Mayb. You and I both know that wasn’t JUST anything. We’re talking you and MILO. That was a freaking milestone. It was something you’ve been waiting to happen for like a decade now.

More than a decade, actually. But no need to get lost into the logistics.

Me: I know. Honestly, I’m still having a hard time believing it happened.

Lena: It happened, girl. It mother-flipping-fucking-sucking happened. So…after the kiss, how did it end?

I’m still shocked I had the willpower to be the one to end it. It was like I somehow channeled the Hulk and forced myself not to turn into a bumbling, rambling weirdo.

Me: Well…I just kind of ended the kiss and told him good night.

Lena: You did what????

I grimace and bite my lip.

Me: Was that wrong?

Lena: Was that wrong??? Hell no. That was genius, my friend. Fucking genius. And it’s official. I am a proud momma, and I’m going to cry.

Me: LOL. Slow your roll, momma. I need your sage advice on what I’m supposed to do next.

Lena: What do you want to do next?

What do I want to do next? I honestly have no fucking clue.

Me: I’m not really sure yet, but that reminds me of something I overheard when I was at Starbucks the other morning.

Lena: Excuse me? Did you just say Starbucks?

I grin.

Me: Chill out. It wasn’t for me. It was a coffee run for my dad.

Lena: I’ll let it slide. This time. But if I ever hear and/or see you type that name again, I reserve the right to smack you.

Me: HA. Noted.

Lena: So…don’t leave me hanging here. What did you hear at that shitty, overpriced, terrible coffee establishment?

Me: These two girls were chatting about DP. They said it was the most intensely awesome sexual experience they’ve ever had. I think I want to try it…

Lena: Give me a second…currently trying to revive myself. This bout of laughter was officially too much.

Me: What? Why is this funny?

Lena: Do you know what DP is?

Me: No, not really.

But the way those chicks were quietly going on and on about it over Frappuccinos, I’m assuming whatever it is, it’s really