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.

don't understand why you're so worried about her," Francesca said, not looking

stupid reality show she liked. "She's your ex, Luke. Why are you calling Josh every five minutes?

my muscles tensed, and my jaw clenched so tight it hurt. Ex. The word made me want to punch a hole in the wall. She wasn't just my ex. Jess was... she was everything, even if she didn't

for the first time in hours, I really Mooked at her. She was

a room and made men divorce their wives for

didn't

do you?" I said, voice low,

of emotions that threatened to break free. "She's not just my ex. Jess-she's more than that.

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. Or worse. She's

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

Not anymore.

rising to match mine. "She doesn't even remember you! Hell, she doesn't even remember 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.

from. The girl

make a choice, Luke," she said, her voice like steel. "Either you stop

heart pounded in my chest. But in that moment, the answer was clear. 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 made her believe