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

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. Why didn't Luke care

she could say anything else. I didn't even bother pretending to

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

booked a car. Screw Luke's last-minute meeting and Jocelyn's stupid delay. I

buzzed on my phone. My ride would be here in

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

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Another buzz.

not again. I rolled my eyes-it wasn't from the

for him, aren't

out a low groan, tempted to throw my phone across the airport terminal. Aiden was the last person I wanted to deal with

was too angry. The city blurred past like a watercolor painting as my irritation

in my mind, Jocelyn's voice lingering like

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

Deep breaths.

desk, where a

a professional smile. "Where are

apartment number. What type of apartment building has