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“Wow.”
“Actually, you could,” Tye said, shrugging his shoulders. “But you didn’t want to.”
Brandon glared at Tye.
“You! You set me up!” He spat, pointing a finger at Tye.
Tye let out a low chuckle, rolling his eyes.
“I didn’t force your dick to get hard, and I didn’t force you to fuck her. I told you that it wasyour choiceandyour limits.I said I couldn’t say no to Zita.”
I trembled with rage.
“You knew it was possible before you entered that fucking room?” I yelled, bunching my fists together. “Jesus, Brandon!”
Brandon sighed, turning to me.
“Well, what about you? You went in that room with this…” he seemed to be searching his internal dictionary for a word to describe the god Tye, who lifted an eyebrow curiously. “—Dude. Are you telling me you didn't do anything?”
I glared at him, realising it was typical of Brandon to turn this around on me.
“I did, yes. Of course, I fucking did. Look at him.”
Brandon scowled at Tye, who remained expressionless.
“I’ll just wait outside,” Tye muttered, checking that was okay with me before he moved.
His eyes met mine, and he reached out to stroke my cheek. “If that’s alright with you? I can stay if you’d prefer.”
I closed my eyes, my hand cupping his as I sighed, trying to prevent the tears from spilling down my cheek.
“I need to go home,” I said, finally opening my eyes. “You need to pack your things.”
I addressed the last part to Brandon, who laughed.
“Fucking hell, sweet, we can talk about this!”
“No, we can’t.”
I suddenly felt exhausted.
“But—”
“Brandon.” I held my hand up, shaking my head. “I don’t have the upper ground here, but we aren’t right for each other. We need to stop. Right now.”
Brandon opened his mouth to respond, but then he stared at the floor, his jaw clenching.
“I’m not leaving. Nor are you,” Brandon snapped at me.
Tye raised his eyebrows, pushing himself off the wall with his foot.
“What did you just say?” Tye asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “Lizzie can do whatever she wants, Brandon.”
“Why the fuck is he still here?” Brandon spat, squaring up to Tye, which was a suicide mission if I’d ever seen one. “This isn’t your relationship, pal.”
Tye stared at him, and I realised he had to be at least twice the size of Brandon.
“Lizzie?” Tye moved his gaze to me. “I have somewhere you can stay if you need some space.”
