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.

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

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

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 know it anymore. Even if she

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

girl who turned heads when she walked into a room and made

didn't matter

do you?" I said, voice low,

"She's not just my ex. Jess-she's more than that.

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 a bigger problem here."

could be dead right now. Or

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to just... what? Pretend like it doesn't matter? Like she doesn't matter?" My voice was rising, the words coming out sharper than I intended, but I

Not anymore.

narrowed, her voice 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. There was no "us." There was just

the girl I could never really move on from. The girl

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

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