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He leans back further on the couch, legs spread, his eyes on her as he snarls, “She was with this other guy, an older guy. They looked intimate. They were on a boat, Bria. I hate boats now.”
“How do you know it’s true? Have you confronted her?” He stares at me as if I am insane and greets his teeth.
“I have the pictures my friend sent. They are evidence enough.”
He shows me, and I analyze it. It’s true, they seem close. She clings to his arm while he turns her around, an appreciative look etched in his eyes, but there is no compromising position. It could have been a misunderstanding. I lost seven years over one, and I wince.
Chloe peers at us like she senses there is something odd. I snatch the phone from his hands and hold it to her face. My brother shoots upright, grabbing for the phone, but his reaction is sluggish under the influence of alcohol. With trembling hands, she takes the phone and scrolls through the pictures. Tears well up in her eyes, Damien rushes to her, and guilt hits me.
“I’m sorry,” I mouth, and I am for them both. I guess no misunderstanding this time.
“Chloe, you tried, and he never deserved you,” Damien says while she eyes him through wet lashes.
“I look like a pathetic little girl fighting for the attention of her daddy. He eyes me like I’m a bloody needy dog, but one good enough to showcase to his mates.”
My mouth pops open, and Filip’s hand freezes on the glass. He doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe. He stares into nothing. I take Chloe’s hand.
“I’m sorry. I believed it was some kind of misunderstanding.”
“And it is, isn’t it? Well, fuck my sperm donor and fuck you, Filip.”
As if nothing happened, she jumps to her feet, drains one glass of whiskey, and slams the empty glass on the table. Damien and I stare at each other, not believing the dramatic scene unfolding. Filip doesn’t drink anymore; he stares at her, swaying her body to the beat, guilt pinching his features. It’s painful to witness. I let Damien talk with my brother as I post myself next to Alex.
“What was that about?”
“One big and dramatic misunderstanding. Sound familiar?”
“What the fuck, are you cursed or something?”
“That’s a valid question.”
He leans over and whispers, “Are you all right?”
“It’s hard to see someone else going through the process of a broken heart.”
“I witnessed the worst case of all, and you survived it. They will find a way, together or separate. Not everyone is meant to be together.”
“I miss you,” I say.
“I miss you, too, sweetheart.” I place my hand on his arm and tilt my head to him.
“Let’s hang out from time to time, just the two of us. I need some Alex and me time,” I say, and he smiles, relief passing through his eyes.
I love him, and it will never subside. Nothing and no one could ever come between us. He answers by kissing me on my temple. Sophia waves her hand in our faces, concern transforming her features and points to my brother and then to Chloe in full seductress mode dancing and grinding on another guy.
One moment, Filip sits, and the next, his fist collides with the guy’s face. The scene unfolds from slow motion to light speed. I shriek as the stranger drops to the floor. Chloe yells insult after insult at him, slamming Filip’s chest.
“Time to go.”
I hope no one caught that on camera. We can break, but never in public.
We shoot up and leave through the back of the club. We hop in the van while Damien takes care of the bill and excuses us for the incident, for sure. Both wobble on their feet, drunk, and in full-on arguing mode, the perfect recipe for disaster. Sophia tries to wiggle between them, but Alex puts her on his lap instead, shielding her, and Sarah takes the seat next to me. Damien hops in, and the car speeds off, and the screams go on in round number two.
“You prick, why did you do that? You had no right. None.”
She slurs more of her words, but it seems the drunken ones decode each other with no problem whatsoever.
“You should fucking thank me for saving your self-respect,” he counters and yanks the first button of his shirt.
