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

PART 6-CHAPTER 197 LUKE

The second I was out of the locker room, I grabbed my phone and scrolled to Josh's number. My fingers were shaking, a leftover from everything that had just unfolded, and it took a second longer than I wanted to hit call. I could still hear Michael's pathetic pleading echoing no, needed-was to find Jess.

The line rang. Once. Twice. I almost hung up and called back, but then Josh picked up, his voice groggy and disinterested. "Yeah?"

"Where is Jess?" I demanded, cutting straight through the tired haze in his voice. My tone left no room for hesitation. "I need to know where she is right now."

There was a pause, then a deep sigh. "What the hell, Luke? What's going on? You need to let Jess go, man. I love you like a brother, but you can't keep giving her hope. She needs a chance to move on,"

I clenched my jaw, my hand squeezing the phone so tightly I could feel the plastic straining. "Josh. Listen. I just ended things with Francesca. She's been cheating on me with some rookie-Michael-and there's no baby. It's not mine. I ended it. It's over."

Silence. I could almost hear the gears turning in his head as he processed that. "Wait. You're serious? You could have led with that, you know, asshole!"

"Completely," I said, my voice a low growl. I didn't have the patience to explain the humiliating details, not right now. "Now, tell me where Jess

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1. is. I have to see her, Josh. I need to fix this."

was a pause, and then he breathed

exhaling

spark of excitement I hadn't heard in a while. "Meet you

just upended my entire life. It didn't

blur, my mind racing over every single thing I'd done wrong in the last few months. Jess's face, her smile,

I'd walked away, buried in denial and distracts that led me nowhere but here. Josh didn't talk much, and I was grateful. We didn't need words to know we

number. He paced back and forth, muttering

glanced over at me,

really expect anything, but the second I hit call,

finally picked up, she didn't sound as surprised as I'd

I asked, keeping my voice steady, though it took everything to keep my impatience in check. "We're here in Paris. I need to

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Can you just tell

the line, then she sighed. "She's... busy, Luke. It's been a lot for her, and I

I intended. "Please. I'm not

replied, her voice cool and firm. "I can't help

line clicked off, leaving me staring at the phone,

was here somewhere; Laura had just confirmed it by the very fact she'd tried to stonewall me. We kept moving up and down the narrow street, my gaze combing the windows and shop signs, barely noticing the bustling crowd and