Torn Between The Carter Brothers

Addison

He narrowed his gaze a little. “Oh, no. To ruin their wedding wasn’t my plan at all.” He breathed out and I slowly nodded. I never got the slightest vibe from him like he was trying to do that anyway.

But I was still curious as hell as to what his goal was. But it doesn’t seem like he was gonna spill anything.

“What led to your fallout between yourself and Marco?” I asked next and this time, his eyes got clouded with darkness, making me swallow emptily.

“I don’t actually know, aside from hin believing I fucked his first girlfriend on purpose.” He sighed out then he threw his drink back in a single go.

“It seems like the hatred you both have for each other is more than that,” I pointed out tentatively, not wanting to cross a line but also feeling so damn guilty.

“Well, I guess that’s just a normal thing between brothers.”

I scoffed. “I have two brothers and they don’t fight.” I informed him and he fondly leveled me with an exasperated expression.

“We came here to have fun, why are we suddenly talking about my brother? I thought you are really gonna try to move on from him?” He asked and I flushed before ducking my head, cause even though I hadn’t ask those questions solely because of my obsession with Marco, that was just how it was gonna seem like.

That had nothing to do with this.” I finally sighed as I shot him a glare. “And… why did you leave this morning without informing me? You coming along with me on this trip was mainly for the actual wedding day, and you bailed out on me without any warning.”

He downed another glass of his drink before he sighed. “An emergency came up. You were asleep, I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“You’re impossible. You could have texted, you know?”

forgot.” He responded and I rolled my eyes, feeling annoyed as I got

arched a brow

asked and

on my nerves and I want to be away from you for now.”

“Why are you laughing?”

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2:25 pm

Chapter 45

“Cause you

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pinned on me as he spoke, and I flushed all the way to my roots, while

shortest dresses I’ve ever worn. It was one of the dresses Zane got me, and it was when I was packing up that I realized he got me more stuff than I realized. And right now, the thin pink dress I had on was starting to feel

to have gotten darker as he drawled. “Have I

my throat. “You got the dress, so.,,” I mumbled but he shook his head as his eyes rested on my exposed thighs. It was a thin pink dress that was body con, and didn’t reveal any cleavage at all, but it was very

tonight, and your curves in

mouth go dry as I

“Oh… uh, thank you.”

lips twitched and he nodded towards the dance floor. “You said

throat, awkwardly sliding my hands down the dress as I spoke. “Of course, I’m going off to do that right now.” I muttered, while my heart accelerated because I had just said that I was going off to dance before I could think my words over. I was a very shy person, and dancing

a step out of our VIP booth, Zane was sliding off, his leather jacket gleaming in

“Let’s go then.”