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It’s fucking weird.
My brother finally continues. “You’re family, Dom. We’re all family here. So this plan is going to work for all those reasons. This is your only legitimate shot.”
“Can you disown me so I can date your sister?” Tristan breaks the tension with a stupid joke that is about to backfire.
“Watch it, asshole. Not like you’re even into women,” my brother shoots back, causing Tristan to burst out laughing.
“Do you want proof? Just because I like to be discreet with my affairs does not mean they don’t exist.”
As he winks at me, a rush of warmth spreads across my cheeks.
“You touch her, and I’ll fucking end you,” Aaron seethes.
Not this again. Now I’m pissed.
“I’m a grown-ass woman. I can sleep with whoever I want. So back the hell off, Aaron.”
“Not under my roof you can’t.”
Screw this, I’m out of here.
“Good thing I’m into public play anyway.”
“Careful, Zo!” Aaron says to my back as I storm off to my room.
Who does he think he is? I love him, but what the hell? He doesn’t need to protect me anymore. I’m not some wounded little girl. It’s like he’s trying to make up for all the times he couldn’t protect me from our parents. Too late, Aaron. The damage has been done, and that ship sailed eons ago.
“Where are you going?” Tristan yells.
I wave my hand in the air without turning around, flipping them the bird for a split second before my arm drops.
“But we’re not done talking about this!” Tristan pleads.
“We are for tonight. Email me your terms and conditions. Besides”—I turn at the end of the hallway, facing the three of them—“your friend back there doesn’t seem thrilled about this plan. So why don’t you focus your efforts on him first and then get back to me.”
Just as I turn, I hear Dom’s deep voice caress down my back.
“Ball is in your court, Zoe.”
CHAPTER 26
ZOE
Two days since the fake girlfriend proposal in Aaron’s living room, and I’m still as confused as I was. Not to mention the fact that no one has given me a call or followed up with me. Not even a damn text message.
I had anticipated some sort of communication by now, but nope.
Nothing.
Zilch.
Why are men like this? They say something huge but then go radio silent for days. Meanwhile, I overthink and psychoanalyze everything I do or say. Endlessly torturing myself with the playback loop.
“Ball is in your court, Zoe.”
It doesn’t feel that way.
Even my brother hasn’t bothered to say anything or ask me how I’m feeling about the whole thing. And of course I pretend like it never happened, because I’m not going to be the first one to put effort in. If Dominik needs my help to fix this mess he’s found himself in by sticking his dick in every wet hole, then he can follow up or send me a goddamn text.
