“Tessa,” he warned in a familiar tone.
He’d use it on me often, and I hated that he was now using it on her.
It was mine.
He was mine. Right?
At first it was like a movie, and the anticipation of knowing what was coming was stronger than the ability to stop it.
She caressed the side of his face with the back of her fingers, softly expressing, “Is it so wrong that I want to share and celebrate our news?”
I tried to act unfazed. The last thing I wanted was for Jax to realize there was more going on between me and his best friend. I wasn’t just his client’s little sister. I was more than that…
At least I thought I was.
With the intensity of her question, the entire room became heightened by some sort of cosmic energy. An alternate universe where my worst nightmare was becoming my reality. Right before my eyes, a spinning web of lies.
Did I mean anything to him? Had I ever? What was she doing with him?
I couldn’t hold back any longer, trying to swallow the lump in my throat before I asked, “What news?”
Our gazes connected again. However, this trance between us was different than anything I’d ever felt with Caleb. We’d been doing this dance with our eyes for as long as I could remember.
As soon as she wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning into the side of his chest, I was almost certain he sent me a sad smile, but I might have imagined it.
Hoped for it.
I knew the second the words fell from her lips that would be it. The end of us. I just never thought it would only lead to the beginning of them.
Everything happened so fast, yet it felt like it played out in slow motion.
My heart beat out of my chest as she flung her left hand out in front of us, declaring, “We’re getting married!”
BAM.
This was what getting hit by a freight train felt like. I stood there motionless, unable to speak, to do anything but feel the weight of her statement falling on top of my head.
Married? What the fuck was happening?
I couldn’t tell you what happened next. My mind protected my heart from shattering into a million pieces for Jax to see. All I could focus on was the truth staring me right in the face.
I would forever remember this day as the day the man I thought I loved was getting married to the woman I least expected…
My roommate.
Caleb
Evie wouldn’t look at me.
Talk to me.
Nothing.
Not that I could blame her. This was all my fucking fault. I didn’t sleep for shit last night. She consumed my thoughts. Tessa wasn’t supposed to say anything to anyone because we’d only just gotten engaged.
After debating what was right or wrong, I jumped in my car and drove to their apartment. I needed to see Evie, now more than ever.
Call it intuition.
A sixth sense.
Or maybe we just had this connection that was fucking unbreakable. Whatever it was, she knew when she opened her door I would be standing there.
Inhaling a deep breath, I steadied my mind for what was to come. This wouldn’t end well. Nothing between us ever did. As soon as she opened the door, there she was…
Fucking breathtaking.
She was wearing a clingy dress that accentuated all the curves of her body. It reminded me what she felt like riding my cock—moaning, panting, screaming my name. Exactly what I craved. It didn’t matter how many women I had slept with. Evie was simply the best. Her pussy was made for me.
Her heart wasn’t supposed to be mine, but I stole it anyway.
Despite the fact I could tell she’d been crying, everything about her was stunning like always. Her bright green eyes bared into mine in a way I’d never experienced before.
She wasn’t just upset—she was broken.
I’d done that.
No one else but me.
Evie didn’t hesitate, not that I expected her to.
She instantly bit, “If you’re here to see your fiancée, she’s not home.”
“I know. I’m here to see you.”
“So it’s true?”
There was nothing I could say to make this better for her.
For me.
For us.
Instead of trying to comfort her, I blatantly replied, “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.”
She shook her head and then slammed the door in my face. But she wasn’t fast enough. I caught it and quickly slipped inside her place, closing the door behind me.
“You asshole!” she seethed, standing her ground. “What do you think you’re doing? You think you can string me along all these years—”
“Let’s get one thing straight, sweetheart. I’ve always been crystal fucking clear about who I am—”
“Yeah! The guy who doesn’t do relationships! But here you are! Fucking engaged!” She shoved me. “To my roommate!”
“Evie, I’m sor—”
“Screw you and your apologies, Caleb! That’s how I find out you’re getting married?! At my birthday party?!”