AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“No, it’s okay, say it,” Marcela replies, giving her the go-ahead.
“I’m not saying you can’t be upset, because you have every right to be. I just want to say, fuck both of them. You don’t need a friend like that, and as for Hunter, I hope he—”
“Wait, how did you know that was my boyfriend’s name?”
Jasmine’s lips form an O. “Well, you see…”
“Theo has a big mouth, okay?” Aurora explains. I mean, he was the reason Jasmine’s dad even found out about her and Elio.
Marcela shakes her head, but I don’t miss the small smile his name brought on her face. “I know in time I’ll realize I’m better off, but I found out a few minutes ago and it just hurts so much,” she sniffles.
“Jasmine’s offer still stands. Actually, no. From here on out, you just gained three new besties.” I pretend to slam a gavel for the full effect.
“I’m not in town much anymore, but I’ll give you my number,” Aurora adds.
Marcela looks overwhelmed, her honey-brown eyes pooling with appreciation. “Why are you all being so nice to me? I don’t get it.”
“Because girls have to have each other’s backs. I’m sorry you’ve maybe grown up not believing that, but in this friend group, we’d go to the ends of the earth for each other. And now you’re included in that.” I nudge her shoulder with mine, earning myself a small smile.
“Thank you all so much.” She blows out a breath. “My mind feels like such a mess.”
“Understandable. You’ve been through a lot in the last few minutes. Do you want to get out of here? We’re all going back to my apartment, and we have an extra room if you want to spend the night,” Jasmine says.
“Oh no, that’s okay,” she begins to protest, but Aurora is having none of that.
“You don’t need to sleep over, but I refuse to let you go back to work in this state of mind. I’ll go talk to the manager tonight, which so happens to be my brother, and you’ll be good to go.”
That’s how we all end up piling into Aurora’s car, heading toward the luxurious apartment building Jasmine and I call home. But it’s funny because even as we say hello to the doorman, Colin, and enter the elevator, it still doesn’t feel like home.
It’s not until we enter Jasmine’s place and my eyes lock with dark blue ones that I feel it. He may not be where I’m from, but he’s the only thing that’s felt like home in a long time. And that right there is a big freaking issue when all we’re supposed to be is fuck buddies… who have yet to even have sex.
Despite knowing that, my soul recognizes his for whatever reason, categorizing him as my safe place, even though I’m almost certain he’s going to break my heart when all of this is over.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ryker
When Theo asked me to hang out tonight, I thought he meant just the two of us. I’d agreed because truthfully, I’ve missed him since baseball season was gearing up, and soon, I won’t see much of him anymore.
It also helped that Camille was out with her friends, which meant I needed something to do tonight other than hope that she wanted to come over. We haven’t seen each other since the day I taught her how to hit a ball because we’ve both been busy, but I’m going to fucking combust soon if I can’t see her.
The number of times I’ve replayed eating her sweet pussy while I’ve jacked off is concerning.
I try to keep my mind off of her and pay attention to what the boys are saying. On our way back from getting dinner, Theo made a pit stop, and by pit stop, I mean he dragged me up to Elio fucking Mazzo’s apartment. The guy’s a retired hockey legend and also happens to be dating Jasmine Park, a friend of Camille’s.
Cameron also happened to be here, who I guess will be my stepbrother too if he marries Aurora one day. Which reminds me that Aurora’s dad and my mom are getting married this summer. Great.
We’re now all sitting in the apartment’s open space living room with Theo, Elio, and Cameron, and I hate to admit it’s not that bad.
“I’m just saying, there’s strong, and then there’s country boy strong,” Theo argues.
“Dude, you’re not stronger than Elio. Drop it.” Cameron tries to reason with Theo, but he’s not having it.
“Listen, I know you’re a legend and an ex-professional athlete, but manual labor creates muscles in places you don’t even know about,” Theo counters, pointing a finger at Elio.
“You want to bet?” Elio raises a brow in challenge. “Let’s arm wrestle, right here, right now.”
“Are you two seriously going to arm wrestle like a bunch of teenagers?” I scoff.
