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

PART 5-CHAPTER 187 LUKE

The hum of the blender filled the kitchen as I forced myself to focus on my morning ritual. Protein powder, frozen berries, almond milk-simple, mindless, efficient. The blender whirred louder, drowning out Francesca's high- pitched voice as she chatted animatedly with someone on her phone nearby.

She'd somehow moved in when I wasn't paying attention- maybe it was one of those nights I came back too tired

to argue, or maybe during the hours I was on the field, grinding through practice. Now, I had purple throw pillows on my black leather couch, as if my place was her personal showroom. I had less closet space, and the entire apartment smelled like her perfume- sickly sweet, the scent lingering like it had seeped into every fiber of my life.

"God, the way I'm blowing up, you'd think I was already five months along, not five weeks, or was it 6 weeks? Doesn't matter..." she whined into the phone, sounding more irritated than anything else. "I mean, when's the last time I even touched a burger? At least I can get me look too big in those photos..."

I clenched my jaw, wishing I could tune her out. The rest of her conversation drifted into the usual spiel: brands, designers, clothes, each detail as shallow as the next. Every word was like nails on a chalkboard, especially at seven in the morning. "But hey, guess what?" Francesca said, her voice brightening. "I

talked to Lucas from the agency, and he swears they'll keep me on with at least three designers. Just need to bounce back fast, lose the

baby weight, and I'll be golden." She laughed, a light, almost forced sound that only grated on me more. "They'd be lucky to have me back with my pre-baby body."

The blender clicked off, leaving an unbearable silence. I poured my smoothie into a shaker, listening to the ice cubes clink as I screwed on the lid, keeping my head down, not wanting to

engage.

that easily. Francesca lowered her phone and looked at me, voice dripping with sugar-coated excitement. "Are

like she was already posing. "We could

biting down on the frustrated sigh clawing at my throat. I barely managed a nod, just wanting to get out of there. Was this really my life? I took a long sip from my smoothie, hoping it'd help numb the gnawing

going to be a father. And as much as Francesca tested my patience, this wasn't about me. It was about the child

a better life, even if that meant swallowing down the urge to walk

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talk, her words filtered back to me again, like an itch I couldn't scratch. "Yeah, I know," she said, her voice. lower and serious. I had to choose, and this was

the doorway, frowning. There was an edge to her tone I couldn't quite place,

back to honeyed. sweetness as she looked over her shoulder at me, tilting her head, her phone still clutched in her manicured hand. I spun around, doing my best to

smiled, that same calculated grin she used on the camera, and leaned forward. "Would you wear that dark blue shirt I got you? You know, the Marc Jacobs one? You'd look killer in it, babe. It'll match my

escape. "Whatever you want..." I mumbled, glancing up at the ceiling as if it might help me find some

halfway down the hallway, smoothie in hand when Francesca's voice drifted toward me again. "Oh, don't worry, babe, I'll get it. Probably a delivery for me anyway," she

and I'd almost shrugged it off as another designer bag or some new shipment of