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He’s scrolling through pictures on his phone. Old ones. Me and him. I look like a complete troll in most of them.
“Those are terrible photos,” I mumble.
“I like them,” he says. “You were a nice friend back then.”
I sigh. “Come on, Finn. I’m sorry.”
He’s quiet for a moment. “Do you have any idea that your clothes are wet?”
“I do. But I’m not letting up until you forgive me.”
“I can’t have you sleeping with my brother, Sloane.”
“It was a one-time thing. I was stressed. He helped me relieve it. That’s it. It’s never happening again.”
I roll off his back so I’m now lying beside him, damping the bed instead.
“Knox is not someone you should be around,” he mutters. “If you want to relieve stress, you can have literally anyone.”
Not everyone, I think. But I don’t say it.
“I know,” I say instead. “He used me. I used him. We both got what we wanted. My needs are satisfied.”
“You don’t know him. He’ll get into your head.”
“Not happening.”
“Are you saying that as a promise?”
I hesitate. Am I? “I… promise.” My Needs Are Satisfied “Prove it.”
I look at him, confused. “How?”
“I’ll only forgive you if you help me win back Delilah. Then I’ll know your bead is where it’s supposed to be. Not in my brother’s balls.”
Seriously? How charming.
“You’re back on the Delilah thing?” I ask.
“I never left it.”
I groan. “Fine. I’ll try my best.”
“That’s not an assurance.”
“I’ll help you, Finn.”
He smiles. “Good. Now come here.”
He pulls me into a hug, wet dress and all. I close my eyes and let him hold me.
But all I can think about is the deal I made earlier today with Knox. The way he looked at me when he said he’d violently pursue me and channel my obsession for Finn toward himself.
If I help Finn, Knox wins.
If I betray Finn, Knox loses-and so do I with Finn.
This trip is going to ruin me. Woke Word For Girlfriend
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I can feel Knox’s hands gripping my waist tightly, eyes fixed on mine in the mirror as he rams into me from behind.
“Let go for me, Kitten,” he says.
And I do.
My whole body trembles like a violin string being pulled taut. His breath is hot on my neck, and my moans echo in the restroom. There’s a knock at the door. A voice. It’s Finn yelling my name, telling metot to do this. I don’t want you screwing my brother, Sloane.’ But I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I-
My eyes snap open.
My head is pounding. My mouth tastes like regret and bourbon. And the sounds from that terrible dream are reverberating inside my skull.
I groan and throw an arm over my eyes.
God, I hate alcohol. I’m also starving. I glance at the nightstand clock. It’s almost eleven. How did I sleep this long? I could have sworn I was just a little bit tipsy last night.
Of all the things my brain could’ve rehashed from last night-the fight, Finn’s anger, my shame-it chose the part where I had sex with Knox.
I roll over, squinting at my phone on the nightstand. The screen blinks with an incoming call: Mom.
Guess that’s what woke me up.
I sigh and answer. “Hi, Mom.”
“Hi, Sloanie-bug! You sound exhausted. Rough weekend?”
“You can say that.”
“Well, at least you’re having fun.”
“Hangovers aren’t fun.”
She laughs, one that’s more of a haha laugh than a real one. “At your age, I had them all the time.”
Right. Because when she was my age, 28, she was stuck in a loveless marriage with my emotionally unavailable father. Whatever alcohol memory she’s clinging to is definitely soaked in bitterness and passive-aggressive dinner table arguments.
“I called you earlier,” she says, “but you must have been dead asleep. So I called your friend, Finn.”
Uh-oh.
“What did you tell Finn?” I ask.
“Sage and I are hosting a little barbecue next weekend. He’s invited his friends, family, some clients… and I’d like you to come. There’ll be a lot of handsome men your age, and one in particular would be perfect for you. He’s an independent artist like Sage, owns his own gallery-“
“Oh my God. Are you trying to matchmake me with your husband’s friends?”
“Of course I am, Sloane. I don’t want you to be alone.”
“You told Finn about this matchmaking circus?”
“I did! He jumped on the idea the second I mentioned it. Even Finn knows you need to put yourself out there. I mean, he’s clearly not breaking up with his girlfriend anytime soon. I know you’ve got that silly little crush on him, but honey-“
“Mom!”
“Don’t come at me. You know I always say the truth.”
Unbelievable. So not only did she plot a blind date barbecue, she roped Finn in? Does he not remember I have pl weekend with my dad? Or is this some twisted punishment for last night? ext
I don’t know what’s weirder, that my mom married a much younger man or the fact that she’s trying to matchmake me with his friends.
“I can’t be there, Mom. It’s Dad’s turn this month. I visited you in June. I already made plans to be at his place next weekend -it’s his kid’s birthday.”
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There’s a pause. “Well… for once, you can go against your forces month rule. I mean, your father has had you the longest. Cut me some slack.”
I groan, leaving the bed and shuffling to the bathroom. My bladder is not playing nice this morning.
“You can’t fault Dad for having me the longest when you left me with him,” I mutter as I drop onto the toilet. Woke Word For Gerifriend
“I was young and figuring out my life. I couldn’t disrupt yours by taking you with me. You were too little to handle both your parents tearing each other apart for custody. I’ve explained this a million times, honey”
“But you took Serena, I was five, Mom.”
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