He’s Mine Not Hers

Rumor has it every girl wants a gay best friend. I am that gay best friend. My mom is that girl. Sounds weird, right? You have no idea how messed up everything is about to be. Being my mom’s gay bestie means we bond over most things...favorite shades of lipstick, best mascara, best places to shop, the jeans that will make our ass pop, and...you guessed it... boys. My mom and I are pretty close, but things are about to get dicey. You see she’s got something that I want. A delicious package of six-feet-two-inches of solid muscle that I’ve been fantasizing about since I was fourteen. Eww, not my Dad. Gross. But her lifelong bestie, her newly engaged fiancé. I have two weeks to convince mom to cut it with the shenanigans because Lucas is mine. I’ve two weeks to convince Lucas he’s been mine since he made my fourteen-year-old heart realize how fabulously gay I am. How can I steal my mom’s fiance without losing my bestie? Because there’s no way I’m calling Lucas Step-Daddy when all I’ve spent the last eight years perfecting the art of calling him, Daddy.