Page 70 of Sexting My Best Friend's Brothers
She holds my gaze, refusing to blink. She doesn’t deny it. “Yes.”
“And you?” I look at Asher. “Did you touch her too? In the stairwell?”
“I kissed her,” Asher admits. “Last week. Tuesday.”
Tuesday.
The night her car broke down. The night I was at the gym, punching a bag until my knuckles bled, trying to get her out of my head.
While I was suffering, they were taking her.
They broke the pact. They broke the Unit.
“Get out,” I say. My voice is low, trembling with rage.
“Ethan—” Owen starts.
“Get. Out.” I point to the door. “Both of you. Now.”
Owen hesitates. He looks at Tessa. “Tess, come with us. I’ll drive you home.”
“No,” I say. “She stays.”
“I’m not leaving her with you when you’re like this,” Owen says, stepping between us.
“I’m not going to hurt her,” I grit out. “I need to speak to my Brand Lead. Alone. Unless you want me to fire her via email tomorrow morning.”
Owen flinches. He knows I would do it. He knows I am ruthless when I’m cornered.
He looks at Tessa again. “Tess?”
Tessa steps out from behind the chair. She looks pale, but her eyes are fierce.
“It’s okay, Owen,” she says softly. “Go. I can handle him.”
Handle me.
The arrogance. The fire.
Owen hesitates for one more second, then nods. “Call me when you’re done. I’ll come get you.”
“I’ll drive her,” Asher says.
They walk out. The door clicks shut.
We are alone.
The silence vibrates.
I turn to the window, staring out at the city lights. I can’t look at her. If I look at her, I’ll lose the last shred of control I’m clinging to.
“You slept with Owen,” I say to the glass.
“Yes.”
“And you kissed Asher.”
“Yes.”
