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.

Francesca said, not looking up from her nails. Her voice was calm and

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

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 know it anymore. Even if she couldn't remember

first time in hours, I really

walked into a room and made men divorce

that didn't

don't get it, do you?" I said, voice low, barely holding

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

me now, Luke. You need to stop obsessing over her. If you can't,

Jess could be dead right now. Or worse.

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Like she doesn't matter?" My

Not anymore.

it matter so much, Luke?" Francesca's eyes 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?

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

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.

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