Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

PART 2 CHAPTER 124

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PART 2 - CHAPTER 124

JESS

I stared at my phone, willing it to buzz again. Come on, Luke. My fingers drummed nervously on the handle of my suitcase as people streamed past me.

The screen stayed stubbornly blank, and the knot in my stomach tightened. What if he forgot?

What if this weekend was as much of a mess as everything else had been lately?

Bzzzzz. My heart leaped, but when I glanced down, my

excitement fizzled. It wasn't Luke-it was an unknown number. I hesitated, biting my lip. Who could it be? Another wave of anxiety washed over me. With a sigh, I hit accept, resting the phone against my ear, my stomach churning. "Hello?"

"Hi Jessica, this is Jocelyn. Luke wanted me to tell you that I've arranged a car to pick you up because he had a last-minute meeting to attend."

My grip tightened on the phone, veins pulsing in my temples. Jocelyn. Of course, it was her. I didn't know whether to laugh or

scream.

"The driver should be there in the next one to two hours," she continued, her voice annoyingly sweet, like she thought she was doing me a favor. "So sorry about that, but traffic is a bit rough."

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was

hours? Last-minute meeting? This supposed to be our weekend-the one we'd been planning

but instead, I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to focus. "What's the address?" I asked, my voice steadied by sheer will, even as my hands shook. Jocelyn rattled off the address like she was reading a menu. I hurriedly typed it into my phone, my fingers moving faster than my brain could process.

she could say anything else. I

down at my phone, mind racing. There was no way I was

Screw Luke's last-minute meeting and Jocelyn's stupid

on my phone.

on anything but the disappointment gnawing at my chest. I should've been

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1281 Wouch

Another buzz.

rolled my eyes-it wasn't from the

waiting for him, aren't

my phone across the airport terminal. Aiden was the last person I

too angry. The city blurred past like a watercolor painting as my irritation twisted tighter in my chest. Luke's

echoed in my mind, Jocelyn's voice lingering like a

of a

Deep breaths.

toward the front desk, where

greeted me with a professional smile. "Where

name and his apartment number. What type