A cruel joke
Ari and I had known each other for most of our lives. Ever since we were five and Grayson’s mum became her dad’s housekeeper. Gray and I lived near each other on the Hollowdale estate, plus we were in the same class at school, so we were mates. It was through him I met Ari. Back then, she was a short brunette kid with an attitude, always mouthing off about something. Fighting all the boys, even those bigger than her, if they said something she disagreed with. She hadn’t changed much over the years.
Except her hair was now a pillar box red and she was taller—slightly. Oh, and her body was pretty nice to look at. Okay, understatement. Her body was curvy in all the right places, and she was every guy’s walking wet dream. Plus, she was one of the most beautiful girls I’d ever seen. You know. Minor things…
And now she was my fucking stepsister. What a cruel joke.
Until next time,
