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

PART 4-CHAPTER 180 LUKE

The apartment felt like a cage, and I was trapped inside it, pacing back and forth, running a hand through my hair, tugging at the roots just to feel something other than the chaos eating. me alive. My phone buzzed on the counter, the screen lighting up for a second, but it wasn't what I wanted-no update, no call from Josh.

"Fuck!" I swore under my breath, snatching the phone and dialing his number for the hundredth time tonight.

It rang.

Once. Twice.

Voicemail.

"Dammit, Josh!" I shouted, throwing the phone onto the couch. The empty sound of the dial tone cut off as the screen dimmed again, and all I could hear was the slow, deliberate tapping of Francesca's nail file. Tap. Tap. Tap.

She sat on the couch, legs folded under her, casually filing her nails as if the world wasn't crumbling around me. Her glossy red toes were spread apart, drying as she painted them

meticulously, her focus on anything but me. She didn't get it.

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She never got it.

worried about her," Francesca said, not looking up from her nails. Her voice was calm

weather or some stupid reality show she liked. "She's your ex,

want to punch a hole in the wall. She wasn't just my ex. Jess was... she was everything, even if she didn't know it anymore. Even if she couldn't remember

turned to face Francesca, and for the first time in hours, I really Mooked at her.

of girl who turned heads when she walked into a room and made men divorce their wives for a chance at getting

didn't matter right

it, do you?" I said, voice

threatened to break free. "She's not just my ex.

cut me off, raising an eyebrow as she set the nail file down and folded her arms across her chest. "You're with me now, Luke. You need to stop obsessing over her. If you can't, then maybe we've got

right now.

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what? Pretend like it doesn't matter? Like she doesn't matter?" My voice was rising, the words coming out sharper

Not anymore.

what you two had. So why are you acting like you're still in love with her? What about us, huh? What abou I froze, her words hanging in the air like a dark cloud. What about us? That was the problem.

about, the girl I could never really move on from. The girl I was still in love with, even

my face, and that was all she needed. She stood up, crossing the room toward me, her eyes cold and calculating. "You need to make

I didn't want this. I didn't want Francesca. This was a one-night stand that turned into something out of convenience. A good fuck when I was frustrated. I was the asshole that