Chapter 106

Chapter 106

Brooklyn

Jolie gasps as I stumble into the house.

"Brooklyn!" she cries, her hands immediately on my arms, steadying me. "Are you alright? What's-"

But as soon as I turn my tear-stained face up to hers, she wraps me in a hug and holds me close. "Oh, baby," she coddles, "don't cry! It's okay! What's wrong?"

I don't say anything for a while, just letting my sister hold me tight while I cry my heart out.

She obliges, shushing me softly and making comfortable noises until I'm finished.

When my tears start to lessen, she gently peels me off her, crouching down to look in my face.

"Brooklyn," she whispers, shaking her head at me in wonder. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

I sniff, wiping at my nose and looking around the house. "Is Dad home?"

She shakes her head. "No, he went out with his buddies. He won't be back for a while."

"Good," I say. "I don't want him to know."

"Know what?" Jolie begs, her eyes going wider with wonder. I can tell she's as intrigued as she is worried. "Come on," I say, taking her hand and nodding towards the couch. "I'll tell you everything-"

"Nooo," she says, digging in her feet and not letting me pull her into the living room. "With tears like that, we're having this talk over vodka.

nod, heading into the living room while she goes to the freezer and pulls out a

vodka simply, with a twist of lemon, but she adds a little orange juice to mine, knowing I need something sweet to

corner of our old couch, taking a deep breath and looking down at the crumpled contract

on the other side of the couch, her back against the

"Well?" she asks.

toss the crumpled paper at her so that it lands in her lap. "What's this?"

her, my voice dead and expressionless. She looks up at

against my dad and towards him. In exchange, you're getting this house. And a

eagerly wide. But I just purse my lips and glare at her, reminding her

your fake engagement to your gay ex ended. I was really rooting for

her a little. "Can you

on her face. "I'm sorry. I know you weren't pumped about that engagement, so what's the

eyes with my hand. "I was fine

through the contract to the end.

I say plainly, trying to keep my voice even

quirks her head to the side, looking at me. "That's the NDA he wants me to sign.

open into an exaggerated O as she stares

of my seat when

the contract flapping as she waves it around. "I knew

gasp. "He has not been into

and giving me a pitying took. "You don't get carried out of strip clubs on someone's shoulder just because they think

cross my arms defensively across my

But...damn it.

know it too!" She grabs her drink off the table

I inhale deeply through my nose as I glare at her and grab my

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