"How did you know I like my eggs sunny side up?"
I allow my lips to quirk. "Lucky guess?"
"Hmm." She narrows her gaze on me. "And why are you dressed like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like… so casually. I’ve never seen you in jeans before today," she says in an accusing tone.
"I’m not going into work today."
"You’re not?" She blinks. "What are you going to do instead?"
"As I said, I’m going to get to know you better, Lena."
She glances from me to Isaac, who’s digging into his own breakfast. "You have nothing to say about this?"
He pauses with his fork halfway to his mouth. "Me? Why would I have something to say about this?"
"Isaac, the three of us just—" She bites down on her lower lip and my cock twitches. "We, you know—"
"Fucked?" I interject.
Her cheeks pinken. She dips her chin so her hair falls over her face. "Yes, exactly."
"It’s not going to happen again," I state.
"Eh?" She whips her head in my direction. "You mean—"
"It was one time. One night. It won’t happen again."
She glances at Isaac. "And you’re okay with this?"
Isaac places his fork and knife in his plate, then wipes his mouth with his napkin. "I’m not into pity fucks, Lena."
She pales. "It was more than that, and you know it."
"A goodbye fuck then?"
"That’s not fair, Isaac." She grips her mug between her palms. "I didn’t want you to feel—"
"Left out? Lonely? A third wheel?" He smiles gently. "I’m a grown man, Lena. It’s time for me to take on my responsibilities and behave like one. What happened last night… I don’t regret it, but I also know there’s no future for the two of us."
She turns to me. "This is your doing. You’re the one who’s upset him—"
"No, I’m not upset. And I take full responsibility for my actions." Isaac reaches over and places his hand on Lena’s. "Thanks to you, I have a channel of communication open with my father. I owe you for that, Lena."
I can’t take my gaze off of where his fingers are curled around her wrist. Anger thrums at my nerve endings.How dare he touch her? Last night he had his dick inside of her… but that was with my permission. And that was then. A moment in time which has now passed. This is now. When she’s mine.
I must make some noise, for Isaac raises his gaze to my face. "Look at him, Lena," he murmurs. "Look at JJ."
Lena turns toward me. She surveys my features and her brow furrows. "Why do you look like you’re about to murder someone?"
"He’s pissed at me," Isaac explains.
"Eh? And you were just saying the two of you understand each other better now."
"Oh, we do, thanks to you. And now, I understand that he can’t bear the fact that I have my hand on you." Isaac pulls back his arm. The tension in my shoulders drains somewhat.