NICOLE’S POV
It has been hours since Raymond left. I took my bath, wore a bikini, read some books and played with my phone, yet, I couldn't wait for Raymond to return.
I was getting way too impatient and it was getting the best part of me.
With a sigh, I rose from the bed, threw a hoodie and pants on then left the room with my phone.
I might bore myself to death if I didn't leave my room.
Upon getting downstairs, it was as silent as a graveyard. I guess Raymond gave the old woman in charge of the house a few days' break because of the forbidden acts we were about to commit.
She knew Raymond is my foster brother and to her and everyone else. He was my real brother since we grew up together, but only both of us knew what kind of desires sparkled between us.
It wasn't a platonic brothe
