My Brother’s Billionaire Finest Pal (Billionaire Assortment Guide 2)

Mabel “Possibly” Willis died a virgin on the very younger age of twenty-four.
She leaves behind her dad and mom, Betty and Bruce, her brother, Evan, a laptop computer stuffed with one too many Jason Momoa memes, and a Kindle library with extra books than one human being may ever end in a lifetime.
Reason behind loss of life: a textual content message.

Okay. So, I didn’t die.
However I’ll as nicely have.

One minute, I’m a girl looking for her method on the planet, and the following, I’m the sender of six of essentially the most embarrassing textual content messages which have ever been despatched within the historical past of time—or the cellular phone. No matter.

We’re speaking code pink, ship a flipping mayday, the apocalypse is coming form of texts.

And I didn’t simply ship them to some random particular person I’ll by no means see once more.
No. That might be too simple.

I despatched them to Milo Ives.

The person who performed a starring function in all of my teenage fantasies—and my brother’s lifelong finest buddy.
And, boy oh boy, has he grown up.
He’s hard-bodied, blue-eyed, jawline-of-stone good-looking, loopy profitable, and has extra money in his checking account than my mind can fathom.

Deflower me, please? I mentioned.

Yeah. Ship assist.