My Boyfriend Smells Her Cheap Drama

My sister was the undisputed bimbo of our family. Gorgeous, fragile, and utterly brainless—or so everyone chose to believe.

Every time I brought a boyfriend home, she had a habit of "forgetting" we had company and changing her clothes with her bedroom door wide open.

That was how my first two relationships ended.

The first guy couldn't keep his eyes off her, turning bright red as he lingered in the hallway. I dumped him on the spot.

The second one pretended he hadn't seen a thing, but by midnight, he was DMing my sister on Instagram, asking if she was cold in that skimpy silk camisole and…