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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weekend-the one we'd been planning together. Why the hell couldn't

I asked, my voice steadied by sheer will, even as my hands shook. Jocelyn rattled off the address like she was reading a menu.

before she could say

mind racing. There was no way I was waiting for

I pulled up the ride-sharing app and booked a car. Screw Luke's

on my phone. My ride would

suitcase beside me, trying to focus on anything but the disappointment gnawing at my chest. I should've been excited to see Luke and to spend time together. Instead, I wanted to get

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Another buzz.

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

"Still waiting for him, aren't

low groan, tempted to throw my phone across the airport terminal. Aiden was the last

getting a panic attack. I was too angry. The city blurred past like a watercolor painting as my irritation twisted tighter in my chest.

Jocelyn's voice lingering like a

all sleek glass and steel, a statement of a lifestyle I didn't feel I belonged to. I grabbed my suitcase, thanked

Deep breaths.

rolled my suitcase toward the front desk, where a woman

me with a professional smile. "Where are

his apartment number. What type of apartment building has a