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

PART 3 - CHAPTER 155 JESS

The hum of the engine filled the silence as I stared out the passenger window, watching the blurred scenery of the city slowly give way to the sprawling suburbs. My stomach was in knots, but I tried to focus on the trees, the occasional jogger, anything to distract myself. It wasn't working. The closer we got to my parents' house, the tighter the tension wound in my chest.

I had told Aiden-repeatedly-that I should go alone. This was my family, and today was Josh's birthday. Aiden and Josh aren't exactly the best of friends. Luke probably poisoned that well.

But trying to tell Aiden that felt like yelling into the wind. He didn't listen. He just showed up, packed himself into the car, and said, "I'm coming," in that final tone of his.

So I let it go.

Fighting with him was exhausting, but he always made it up to me afterward. Multiple times, multiple orgasms or presents.

Aiden glanced at me, his profile sharp in the sunlight as he steered with one hand. "How many miles this week?"

I sighed, knowing where this was going. "Forty-five.

He raised an eyebrow, a disapproving look crossing his face. "Forty-five? You should've hit fifty by now, Jess. What happened?"

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this right now, not on the way to Josh's birthday, not with all the other things rattling around in my head.

continued, his voice sharper now. "If you want to stay at the top,

his words

my social media had

Aiden didn't see it that

turned my gaze out the window, watching the trees blur past. "I'm not slacking," I muttered, more to

hard edge, making me feel like I was walking on

trying to keep the

better than this. I push you because I care about you. Don't

thoughts were tangled. Yes, Aiden had pushed me

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hadn't dreamed of before. I was financially free, living in a condo by the beach, my face plastered on the cover of magazines. But I didn't want that. The more

or the money. I ran

didn't see that. To him, it was about performance. Progress. Always pushing further, faster, harder. He made it sound like he wanted the best for me, but sometimes it felt like he just

I whispered, my voice barely audible over the hum of

hand again, his thumb rubbing small circles over my knuckles. It should've

"Because I see how great you can be, Jess. You're not just some girl running

knot in my stomach twisted tighter. I didn't want to argue. I didn't have the energy to explain, to make him see the part of me that just wanted to run because I Toved it, not because I