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God, she will be devastated.
He swings the door open, his pants pulled up but not buttoned.
“If you say one fucking thing to her, you’re out of the wedding and our friendship is over!”
Promise?What a piece of shit.
“Hey, it’s none of my business.” I avert my gaze. If I look him in the eyes, I’ll punch him. “But Jordana’s alone down there, so I’m going back to sit with her until you two get your shit together. Don’t leave at the same time.”
Kandii’s eyes are wide, and her jaw is on the floor.
“We gotta go.”
Thankfully, she nods, understanding that tonight isn’t happening.
I can’t believe he’s fucking her best friend.Her best friend.Veronica’s helping Jordana with all this wedding shit while fucking her fiancé at the bachelorette party she probably helped plan. Is this why he wanted to combine parties?
Jordana’s likely still sitting at the VIP table—because she didn’t want to abandon Veronica.Ugh.
The Bryan I knew would never do something so abhorrent to a woman he loves. The worst part is, I could tell it isn’t the first time. This isn’t some drunken accident. They seemed way too familiar with each other. How long has the affair been going on?
The whole way down the elevator, my head is spinning. You could hear a pin drop until she breaks the silence.
“You’re gonna tell her, right?”
It’ll cost me my friendship, but if he’s threatening to “unfriend” me over his fuck-up, then our friendship wasn’t strong to begin with. How could he toss aside a woman like Jordana—who looks like a total fucking smokeshow, by the way—and fuck her best friend? How the hell could he not appreciate how good he has it?
“Yeah . . . I think I have to.”
Kandii nods. “She seemed sweet, and that guy’s a dick. He doesn’t deserve her.” When the elevator doors open, she steps out and throws her thumb over her shoulder. “So, I’m gonna go back and find my friends.”
“Sorry about tonight.”
“No worries. Good luck with everything.” She cringes. Yeah, I wouldn’t want to be in my position either. Shit, this sucks.
“Thanks.”
When I return to the club and our table comes into view, Jordana is sitting with some of the other bridesmaids. They’re allhiscousins. I didn’t notice it earlier, but how doesn’t she have any other friends in that group? It’s weird.
The bouncer nods to me and unlatches the rope for me to pass.
Jordana stands up. “He’s not there?”
I motion for her to step to the side with me, out of earshot from the other women. She swallows hard and absently rubs her forearm. I’m suddenly paranoid about the rest of the wedding party. Did they know? Doesshe?
“He was in the hotel suite.”
Her eyes are so big and dark, they’re haunting. I suck in a breath. I don’t want to hurt her. Fuck Bryan for makingme do this. My mouth opens to speak but no words come out.
“Okay . . . So, is he coming down?”
I exhale and stare into those dark pools that seem to have me hypnotized.Tell her.
“He wasn’t alone, Jordana.”
She crosses her arms. “What do you mean?”
“I think you know what I mean.”
