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We’re all silent, only a ragged breath coming from my brother and Chloe.
“I’m good at forgetting insignificant experiences,” she says and flicks a strand of her hair. They slept together, and Chloe slightly trembles, so she lied big time. Meanwhile, my brother’s nostrils flare, his palpable anger flooding the car. It will be a long, long night full of unresolved issues and repressed feelings coming to light. She puts her hand on her chest, her gesture giving the slight hurt away as she’s protecting herself against what will come. My brother smirks, and it looks wrong on him. This isn’t my sweet brother. He’s a man on a mission.
“Was it an invitation, Chloe?”
“Fuck you.”
“Why should I when there are so many willing?”
At this point, I’m sure they are so wrapped up, they forgot they have company and not even the slight throat-clearing of Damien works.
“Then, let me arrange it for you.”
She picks her phone up and dials a number as my brother keeps staring at her daring.
“Hi, Annabelle.”
At her name, my brother’s expression turns to pure rage. He snatches the phone from her and ends the conversation.
“Give it back.”
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“A favor.”
“I don’t need any new fuck buddies.”
“But there’s nothing like screwing the best friend of one, is there, Filip? Why not? I mean, wasn’t she good enough in the long term?”
“Are you buying your own bullshit when we both know who screwed who over?” Her hands shoot to her ears.
“Shut up. You have no idea what you’re talking about, what you did . . .”
“Guess what, the feeling is fucking mutual.”
My heart breaks for them. Her voice, although icy, rings with vulnerability in it, it cracks. Whatever my brother did hurt her like she must have hurt him with the same intensity.
He glances at her almost pleading, it’s distressing. The van falls into complete silence. The driver pulls over, and Sarah hops in wearing an elegant suit. She scrunches her face at the quiet and tension but says nothing as she slides next to Alex.
When we reach our destination, we all exhale in relief.
To describe the club, I need only one word—glamorous. We reach the VIP section, and the drinks follow. I take a sip of the most delectable beverage of them all—a rich, ruby red liquid.
I sway my hips, and I don’t stop for the next hour as Damien’s hands are everywhere, touching me in the music’s rhythm. I’m lost to him and the beats, both mesmerizing me. His eyes, lips, and hands are only on me.
We drop down on the sleek couch, and I get to normalize my heartbeats with a much-needed break. I look around at my friends and family. Sophia gives Alex the show of his life. He focuses on her moves, and he loses any notion of his surroundings. Damien is in a deep conversation with my brother, frowning, and Sarah types on her phone. I grip Chloe’s hand because I need to use the bathroom, and hopefully, we can connect a little more. She takes it without hesitation, almost glad for a reprieve.
“That was awkward,” I say, and she sighs.
“I’m sorry. It’s just your brother who does this to me. It’s like I’m possessed. I didn’t want to come, but then I thought he did enough already.”
“What happened? I don’t want to pry, but I am just honestly concerned for both of you.”
She struggles with either telling me or not, but after a defeated sound escapes her glossed lips, she says, “He was the one I let in, the biggest mistake of my life. When I came back from a photo shoot, he was fucking my roommate and best friend on the couch.” My eyes widen, and my mouth hangs open.
“What?”
It’s worse than I thought. “Your best friend, hmm, that must hurt even worse.” She leans on the wall and closes her eyes for a moment.
