It's a typical story. Boy (Dallas Bull, in my case, aka the most egotistical, arrogant, charming, sexy … I digress) meets girl's brother. Boy becomes best friends with girl's brother. Girl (Hazel Lopez, in case you weren't following, that would be me) falls for boy. Girl confesses love, but boy believes she's drunk then never mentions it again; a genuine asshole move if you ask me. Girl ignores boy and starts a thriving business; until the recession hit, anyway. Boy saves girl's 'struggling' business- not that girl had asked him to. Boy becomes Co-CEO in said business. Then, in some strange twist of events, girl agrees to a FAKE engagement with boy to land her largest client to date- a fifty million dollar client at that- with the added bonus of scraping Dallas' smug last name off the wall. Fine. So, maybe it's not typical, but it's my pitiful life. Now, if I could simply keep my mind on the task at hand and off my intrusive late-night fantasies of Dallas, this plan would actually make sense. Why on earth did I agree to do this? **To My Brother's Best Friend can be read as a standalone! 18 & up only due to explicit sexual scenes, language, and adult content.**