Page 4 of My Ex's Best Friend
Instead of answering him, he finishes my drink.
His frown deepens. “Chris didn’t tell me you were coming.”
“That’s because he doesn’t know.
I came here to surprise his cheating, lying ass.” I’m practically screaming at this point, but I don’t care.
“Kiera,” Jake says softly.
“Don’t you fucking dare pity me.”
“That’s the last thing on my mind.”
He takes my hand, to my surprise, and leads me away from the crowd.
“Where are we going?” I shout over the music.
“Somewhere, you can’t get your hands on a drink anymore.”
“I’m not a kid,” I say, beating my hands against his back so he has no choice but to stop.
He slightly turns his body toward me, and I almost run into him. My breasts brush against his bicep, and he jerks away as if I’ve touched him with a live current wire.
His face has a weird expression.
Is he attracted to me?
I walk closer to him, trying to make sense of this feeling.
“Don’t come any nearer,” he growls under his breath.
“Why?” I loop my arms around his shoulder.
“You’re drunk.” His face is sad.
He was lying when he said he didn’t pity me.
I don’t want his pity. I want… I don’t know what I want from him right now, but I know one thing. I want to forget. Forget what I saw, forget how I feel.
I came here with a purpose. And this is Jake. I can trust him with my life.
So, I make a decision. This is happening. Tonight
I take his hand and start to drag him upstairs.
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JAKE
This is insanity. This is pure fucking insanity.
And yet, I can’t find my voice to stop her as Kiera leads me upstairs. Maybe it’s all the alcohol that I’ve had all evening finally kicking in.
Henry and I had been at the bar before I spotted Kiera.
“You might want to slow down there, dude,” he had told me.
I had glared at him. “Why?”
