Dared to Kiss His Brother, Now I'm Addicted

My boyfriend lost a dare, and the consequence? I had to kiss his brother. Right there. In front of everyone.

He didn't even ask if I was okay with it, just laughed and clapped Victor on the shoulder.

"Sorry, man. That one's on me. Tough luck."

I stared coldly at James, my boyfriend of three years.

I'd warned him, more than once, that his brother wasn't exactly subtle with his intentions. The way Victor looked at me made my skin crawl.

But James had always brushed it off.

"Come on, don't flatter yourself. Victor's got money, class, he wouldn't be into someone like you."

Right. Because clearly, being his girlfriend for three years didn't make me worth even the benefit of the doubt.

Meanwhile, Victor had been staring at me all night like I was his next meal.

So I clicked my tongue, met James's gaze for a split second, then walked right over to Victor. I slid onto his lap, ignoring the way the room suddenly hushed, and kissed him. Deeply. Deliberately.

Out of the corner of my eye, James was still laughing, chatting it up with some friends, like none of it mattered.

When the party finally wound down, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from an unknown number.

[That was my first kiss. You have to take responsibility.]

Victor. Of course.

I stared at the message, cold and numb.

James had actually made me kiss his brother over a stupid party game. Worse, he hadn't even considered how I might feel. Like I was just some prop for his entertainment.

I tried to push down the fire building inside me. From the moment we walked into that party, Victor had been undressing me with his eyes. And James? Too busy laughing to notice. Or maybe he just didn't care.

That kiss, I didn't enjoy a second of it. But I forced myself to go through with it anyway. I made it long, intense, and unforgettable. Victor trembled. I felt it. But I didn't stop until the five minutes were up.

When I finally pulled away, the room was dead silent. All eyes were on me. And James?

Still laughing.

I left without saying a word.

As I stepped outside, I heard someone nudge James behind me.

"Yo, aren't you mad your girl just kissed your brother?"

His voice followed, cool and careless.

"What's there to be mad about? It wasn't real."

I stopped walking for a second, just one second. Then I kept going, faster this time, trying to outrun the ache in my chest.

When I got home, I locked the door and ignored James's knocking. I just couldn't deal with him.

Then my phone lit up again. Another message.

[That was my first kiss. You have to take responsibility.]

I didn't reply. I didn't even want to think about Victor. I figured if I stayed cold enough, ignored it long enough, maybe it would all just fade away.

But days passed, and James still acted like nothing happened. No apology. No guilt.

By the fifth night, he finally showed up at my door, with bubble tea.

"I'm sorry," he said casually, holding it out to me. "Didn't think it would go that far."

I took the drink but said nothing. The resentment was still burning.

I pulled out my phone and showed him Victor's message.

"I told you he had something for me," I said flatly.

James frowned.