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My Bestie's Boyfriend's Twin Brother
What do you do when your blind date turns out to be your best friend's boyfriend?
Obviously, you slam your hands on the table and splash coffee in his face.
"Hey! You scumbag! Don't you dare run!
"You have a girlfriend and you're still going on blind dates? Have you no shame!
"I'm warning you, I—"
Wait. Hold on. Why is that couple at the next table...
Holy shit! My bestie Chelsea and her boyfriend?
Then who the hell is sitting in front of me?
1
Coffee dripped down Forrest's handsome face.
His pristine white dress shirt was completely ruined.
Forrest looked like he was barely containing his rage. He calmly wiped his face with a napkin, then forced an ugly smile.
"First of all, my name is Forrest.
"I'm your best friend's boyfriend's twin brother.
"Second, Felix, get your ass out here."
If the "first of all" sounded somewhat polite and gentle, the "second" was said through gritted teeth, like he wanted to skin Felix alive.
I stood there frozen, still processing what just happened.
Felix was already hunched over, trying to slink away.
Forrest tapped his index finger slowly on the table.
"Three."
Felix froze mid-step and turned around with agonizing slowness.
"Two."
Felix tried to negotiate. "Uh, bro, look, this whole thing—"
"One."
Felix shot forward like a rocket and appeared in front of Forrest, plastering on an obsequious smile.
"Yes, brother? What can I do for you?"
Forrest gave him a death glare that could've bored holes through his skull.
"Apologize to Miss Song."
I was still standing there with my hands on the table, frozen in embarrassment.
Ha. Felix apologizing to me? That would be like pigs flying!
I'd always thought Felix wasn't good enough for my best friend. I'd trash-talked him behind his back countless times. We'd gotten into fights at least eighty times, if not a hundred.
There was no way he would—
"I'm. So. Sorry. Miss. Song."
I stared in shock at Felix's humiliated expression.
Holy shit, pigs really were flying.
Forrest wasn't satisfied and pinched him. "What kind of attitude is that?"
Felix immediately bowed at a thirty-degree angle, his face breaking into a forced smile.
"Miss Song, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault.
"Please forgive this lowly fool."
The pig wasn't just flying—it was competing in a triathlon! Hahaha!
Nothing like good old-fashioned sibling hierarchy to get results.
While Felix stood obediently being lectured by his brother, my gaze slowly drifted to my best friend.
Chelsea had been looking down at first, but my stare was too intense to ignore. When she realized she couldn't escape, she zipped over to the chair beside me.
Chelsea grabbed my arm tight.
"Sophia, I swear I had no idea!
"Felix was scheming this whole thing.
"He said he wanted to introduce you to a hot, rich guy.
"I thought it was a good opportunity for you!
"I didn't know he'd trick me too!"
I knew Felix, but I knew Chelsea even better. My Chelsea was pure, innocent, and sweet as pie.
I pointed at Felix and laid into him.
"You even lied to Chelsea! You're not even human!
"Today you tell small lies, tomorrow you'll tell big lies, and the day after you'll be cheating on her!
"Break up! You know me—I always vote for breaking up. I—"
Felix immediately switched to combat mode.
"Oh, so that's your game, Sophia!
"If it weren't for—"
He didn't finish because Forrest grabbed his arm, making him yelp and shut up.
Forrest turned to me apologetically.
"My brother didn't think this through and caused this misunderstanding."
I looked at Forrest's wet bangs and his ruined shirt. I felt genuinely bad.
"I should apologize too. I'm really sorry.
"How about I buy you a new shirt?"
Felix sat in front of Forrest and shot me a glare.
"Do you even know how much my brother's shirt costs? You can't afford—"
He didn't finish because Forrest gave him a vicious look, and he went quiet again.
Forrest smiled at me like a perfect gentleman.
"Sure. If I'm lucky enough to go shopping with Miss Song."
2
If I'd known Forrest was taking me to luxury boutiques, I would've died before promising to buy him a shirt.
If I'd known one of his shirts cost thousands of dollars, I would've scrubbed it clean with my bare hands!
But Forrest acted like he desperately needed a new shirt. He tried on one after another in every store we entered, walking up to me each time to show me.
Fine. Setting aside the outrageous prices.
Objectively speaking, Forrest was nothing but hot.
Even though he and Felix looked nearly identical, there were subtle differences when you looked closely.
His eyes were slightly smaller than Felix's, but they had more intensity and presence. His nose was more prominent, giving his face striking definition. Even his lips seemed fuller and more inviting.
Through his thin dress shirt, I could practically see his tight, defined abs. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, great ass, and those particularly muscular thighs.
But how could I ignore the prices!
I couldn't afford one of his shirts even with a month's salary!
Honestly, Forrest should just go shirtless. Save money and give people a view worth seeing.
Maybe my gaze was a little too direct, or maybe my breathless "hot" was a little too sincere, because Forrest proceeded to buy eight nearly identical shirts in one go.
I was about to pass out. I was just planning my bathroom escape when Forrest swiftly swiped his own card and gave the staff a look.
I was immediately ushered to the women's section and handbag area.
Forrest said with perfect gentlemanly consideration:
"Thank you for accompanying me shopping, Miss Song.
"Please pick out whatever you'd like. A small token of my appreciation."
First of all, I wasn't a gold digger.
Second, I wasn't stupid enough to turn down free money.
Third... I forgot.
But since I'd been the one to throw coffee first, I felt a bit guilty. I only symbolically tried on two dresses and three handbags.
Just as I was using my usual deflection of "I'll think about it," Forrest nodded and said, "Sure, let's wrap up everything she just tried on."
What the hell?? What the hell??
Thirty or forty thousand dollars, just like that? As a gift to me?
Nothing in life came this free.
Sitting in Forrest's passenger seat, I checked myself in the mirror. I was hot, sure, but was I worth that much?
Forrest definitely had an agenda.
I glanced at his handsome profile, then let my eyes drift lower. His chest looked pretty built. Speaking of "built," I wondered if—
Whatever. Hot as hell, considerate as hell, and generous as hell. Even if he turned out to be a total disaster, I'd deal with it.
Forrest finally couldn't take my burning stare anymore.
"What's wrong?"
I looked at him seriously.
"If you want to be my sugar daddy, fine.
"But we need to establish some ground rules."
Forrest's expression stiffened. "Is that what you want?"
I nodded. "Yep."
Forrest seemed to sigh. "Alright then."
I held up one finger. "First rule: we can't go public with our relationship."
Forrest looked down, thinking about something. After a long pause, he bit his lip and agreed. "Fine. Anything else?"
I hesitated. "I haven't decided yet. We'll negotiate later."
3
I thought my plan was foolproof.
But the next day, Chelsea told me something interesting.
According to Felix, Forrest had gone home and cried his eyes out last night. He'd clutched a bottle of alcohol and sobbed, asking himself over and over if he had no appeal whatsoever.
I was silent for a moment. "What did Felix say?"
"He told his brother to show you through action.
"You know... like this and that, and so on..."
As soon as I hung up, Forrest texted me.
"I'll pick you up from work at six."
Oh? Was I officially starting my sugar baby duties?
I was sitting at my desk, but my mind was already at a hotel. Pecs, abs, broad shoulders, narrow waist, great ass, and those especially muscular thighs.
Just thinking about it made me excited. After twenty-something years on this planet, was I finally going to get the good stuff? From a walking ATM who threw cash at me?
This unearned, pie-from-the-sky life was amazing!
Even better—I had no work to do all afternoon!
I messaged Chelsea from my cubicle to gossip.
"You've been dating Felix forever. How much do you know about his brother?"
Trust fund baby Chelsea replied instantly with a screen full of voice messages.
"Sophia, this Forrest is seriously, extremely, exceptionally, incredibly impressive!
"Even though he and that pig Felix grew up the same way with the same resources, Forrest was always driven. He worked on company projects while breezing through school as valedictorian.
"He's only thirteen minutes older than Felix, but he keeps that little brat in line.
"According to Felix, Forrest broke double-digit leather belts on his ass growing up.
"But once he turned eighteen, Forrest volunteered to expand their overseas markets. He's been abroad for five years now. I've only met him once or twice—don't know him at all.
"I don't think I've ever heard about him dating anyone. Hold on, let me ask Felix to confirm."
Oh my God, this was straight out of a romance novel—the perfect billionaire CEO!
Next there'd probably be some tragic first love, right? Or at least some dramatic line like "I'll inherit everything, including you, my foolish brother..."
Wait, no. Felix and Chelsea had been together for five years already.
"News! One good, one bad."
I sent a stabby emoji. "Cut the crap."
"Good news: Forrest really hasn't dated anyone or hooked up—clean as a whistle, totally doable, no baggage.
"Bad news: Felix says his brother might've had feelings for a guy once!
"Hahaha, Mr. Fu! Your son is gay!"
Me: ???
4
After Chelsea and I whispered back and forth, we decided to just see how things went.
But at 5:30, my manager called a meeting to assign tasks. I was supposed to gather detailed information on a client's new product and submit it before the end of the day.
Ha! You couldn't mention this earlier or later—had to be right before quitting time, huh?<