Page 93 of My Fiancé's Brother
“Don’t lie to me, Emily. You have the hots for Jackson. Admit it.”
I stood there in dismay. “This has been blown out of proportion.”
“Admit it,” he snarled.
“I'm not the one who left the party and fooled around with some stranger.”
He looked at the ceiling. “How did I know that you would never be able to let that go.”
“It’s the truth. And I don’t think you should get mad about something so stupid when you did worse.”
He gave me a sick smile. “It wasn’t a stranger.”
I shook my head. I didn’t want to hear what he had to say. “Matt.”
“It was Julie, and it wasn’t just once either. This has been going on for a while.”
I gasped.
“Oh don’t give me that look. Is there any difference between you harboring all these secret lustful feelings for Jackson and me doing something with your best friend?”
He had a point. I tried to think my way through this situation. “I didn’t act on my feelings. That’s the difference.”
He laughed. “I don’t have feelings for Julie. She was just some warm body that meant absolutely nothing to me. But you have feelings for Jackson. In my books, that’s way worse.”
I crossed my arms over my stomach. “It’s not like Jackson has feelings back. We haven’t crossed any lines.”
Except he kissed me. Twice. And almost kissed me a third time.
“You haven’t crossed any lines,” he laughed. “That’s rich. Like someone like Jackson would ever want to come within a hundred feet of your line.”
I knew he was right. On all accounts. He was fucking mean about it, but it was the truth. My crush, my stupid feelings, it was a worse betrayal than anything else. “I'm sorry.”
“Too fucking late.” He picked up his keys.
“Where are you going?” I started to feel panicked. “Please Matt, don’t leave.”
“Don’t fucking touch me,” he said, holding his hands up.
“Don’t do this. We need to talk."
He turned around and paused for a fraction of a second and then he started laughing. “Oh, this is fucking rich.”
I turned around. Jackson was standing in the doorway, holdingmy leftover birthday cake. I wanted to bury my face in my hands. Matt walked out, and as he passed Jackson, he said, “I don’t fucking want her. Even all her money doesn’t make this worth it.”
Jackson stood staring at Matt.
Matt tossed his keys up in the air. “She’s all yours. Not that you fucking want her.”
My shame was complete.
CHAPTER 32
We both listenedto the sound of Matt's car roar to a start. Jackson looked at me. I cleared my throat, trying to assess just how awkward this was going to be.
“How much of that fight did you hear?”
“Enough,” he said. I watched as he walked towards me and then set the cake on the counter. Mortified doesn’t even begin to cover how I felt. My mortification level was so high, that I could barely breathe.
