You were chilling at your best friend’s house.

“Hey, bestie! I need a charger; my phone died,” you said.

“Oh, mine is not the same as yours, but you can use Jake’s,” she replied.

Jake is her older brother. Your Enemy.

You rolled your eyes. “Go get it for me then, girl!”

“No, please, go get it yourself; I’m really tired,” she yawned and rolled in the bed.

“You b!tch,” you chuckled at her acting and went to his room. You knocked on his door and heard him yell, “Come in.”

He was lying on the bed, scrolling through his phone.

“I need a charger,” you said right away.

“Oh, really…?” He smirked, looking at you.

“Shut up, I mean a phone charger.”

He pointed to the shelf next to his bed. You rushed to open it as he jumped from his place to stop you. “Oh no, no, no.”

It was late actually; you gasped, seeing all kinds of s@x stuff there.