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A sinking feeling envelops my gut. He's right, and I knew it all along, even before I sent that ridiculous text to Georgina.
I’d gotten all I needed from her. I couldstring her along for the next few weeks, up until the elections are over. And then we could part amicably.
There’s no need to think of having sex with her again.
“I’m not going to keep messing with her,” I tell him now. “But I’m allowed to feel a little guilty.”
“You’re not,” Theo says frankly. “Not when the youwho started this game wanted to squash her.” He stares at me. “Get me my brother back, will you?”
I swallow hard and say nothing as he strolls to the kitchen.
If I could get that careless version of me back, I would.
But I have no idea howto do it.
CHAPTER12
GIGI
“You’re staring at your phone again, Gigi,” Andrea says as she enters my living room. “Bran?”
I sigh and toss my phone on the sofa, feeling more foolish than I’ve ever felt in my life. I hate to admit it, but Andrea is right.
I'm eagerly waiting for a text from Bran. It's been four days since we had sex in his office, four nights since he gave me the best night of my life, and since then, his name has been etched in my head. I haven't been able to keep him out of my thoughts for a single second.
The past four days have been confusing. The moment I woke up in my bed the next day, I wanted nothing more than for Bran to ask me to meet him again. And the first text he’d sent me feltlike he was going to do just that.
However, when I replied, he cut the conversation short. The next day, he started another text chain that was completely pleasant but somewhat formal, and the same thing happened the day after that. Today marks the fourth day of pining for him. Feeling desperate, I hinted at a meetup. But now, the text has been unread for three hours, and I feel silly for even trying.
As I look up at Andrea, I feel absurd for being so drawn to Bran. He was as charming as ever, but something was just...off. It was like he was not as enamored with me as he used to be. Even though I'd spent the past few weeks feeling uncomfortable with how forward he was being, that's exactly what I'm craving from him now.
I am a complete fool.
Howdid I go from hating Bran and wanting to ruin him to…this?
I’m so ashamed I can’t even face Andrea.
“Not Bran,” I tell Andrea. “Work.”
Andrea smiles as she drops onto my couch. “Seriously, Gigi. Come off it. What’s going on?”
I hadn't told Andrea about my evening with Brandon yet. Even though she is the least judgmental friend I have and would be happy for me, I couldn't let her analyze my feelings for Brandon before I had a chance to figure them out myself.
“Nothing,” I say before standing up from the couch and heading to the kitchen to grab a can of soda. When I return, Andrea has the TV turned on, tuned to Theodore's campaign. A sharp pain tugs at my heart when I spot Bran in the small crowd surrounding him, dressed in a navy-blue suit, the lips that devoured me so recently pursed in a thin line. I force myself to look away from him.
“Theodore’s campaign seems to be going smoothly,” Andrea says. “He’s rising in the polls, and even you haven’t written anything about the Stawarskis lately.”
“I’ve got nothing else to write about.” My anger against Bran was spent. Especially with what happened four days ago.
Andrea gives me a smile. “I’m sure there’s a lot to write about, but I’m glad you don’t want to anymore.”
I am grateful that she doesn’t try to tease me. “Yeah, maybe,” I say. “Brandon is a better person than I thought.”
Andrea grins from ear to ear, and I immediately regret my statement.
“I didn't stop writing because of you or your husband, or even Brandon,” I clarify quickly. “I like to think that I've moved on.”
“Whatever,” Andrea says dismissively. “As long as it's behind you, and you don't feel the need to keep trying to ruin their election.”
