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

PART 2 CHAPTER 124

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PART 2 - CHAPTER 124

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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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This supposed to be our weekend-the one we'd been planning together. Why the hell couldn't

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

muttered, cutting the call before she could say anything else. I didn't even bother pretending to

mind racing. There was no way I was waiting for another two

a car. Screw Luke's last-minute meeting and Jocelyn's stupid delay. I didn't need

few minutes later, the confirmation buzzed on my phone. My ride would be here

anything but the disappointment gnawing at my chest. I should've been excited to see Luke and to spend time together. Instead,

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Another buzz.

rolled my eyes-it wasn't from the ride-sharing app this time. It was

"Still waiting for

out a low groan, tempted to throw my phone across the airport terminal.

I was too angry. The city blurred past like a watercolor painting

in my mind, Jocelyn's voice lingering

towering high-rise-Luke's building. It stretched toward the sky, all sleek glass and steel, a statement of a lifestyle

Deep breaths.

rolled my suitcase toward the front desk, where a woman in a crisp uniform

there," she greeted me with a professional

name and his apartment number. What type of apartment building