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What the fuck?
She has a fiancé?
Brynn's sleepy eyes open as she looks behind her at her phone sitting on the bedside table where she put it before we fell asleep last night.
I can see the moment her eyes widen and then her eyes flash back over at me.
She knows I just read her text.
I watch as the blood drains from her face. She's now the ghostly gray color she was when I opened the door to find her trying to access my house four days ago, instead of the flush cheeks she just had after the orgasms I just gave her.
"You have a fiancé?" I ask, demanding the answer.
"It's not what it looks like," she says in a panic.
She sits up quickly to grab at her phone. I take the opportunity to pull my arm back from her and step out of bed in my boxers. Turns out that putting on underwear wasn't as bad of an idea as I thought.
Now I'm hovering over the queen-sized guest bed, wondering how the hell I didn't see this coming.
"Who the hell is that? When were you planning on telling me? Over pancakes and eggs the morning after I fucked you all night?"
My hands pinch at my hips, trying to keep myself calm.
"Seven, I'm sorry…" she starts.
Jesus, that's not a good start.
"It's sort of complicated," she says.
Is that the best excuse she's got?
"It's complicated? Your "fiancé" is texting you while you're naked in bed with me. What's so complicated about that?"
Not that any excuse right now would make a difference. I've heard them all from Josslin and my family. They thought they could reason with me about why I should have been okay with Josslin and Eli's betrayal.
"I'm not cheating on him. We're allowed to see other people," she says, naked and scrambling to get closer to me.
I take another step back away from the bed and she reads the situation perfectly now.
Don't come near me.
"Maybe I was wrong to step in between you and that asshole groom and his friends? Maybe that's closer to your type. I'm sorry if I got in the way."
I usually go silent when bad shit happens.
I'd rather internalize it all until I suffocate it to death so it has no air to survive, and then I move on. If you tell people about your problems, they can live somewhere else and come back whenever they choose to bite you in the ass again, but I can't stay silent this time.
"We're not engaged anymore. I swear I'm not a cheater. He's sleeping with someone in an apartment in Australia right now. Please believe me."
It would be easier if he wasn't in her phone– listed as fiancé.
"I'd believe you if you were telling me the truth, but that explanation doesn't sound complicated at all. And by the looks of your contact information, you're still engaged. So what part of the story are you leaving out?"
She lets out a sigh and slumps back into the bed, pulling the blanket up to her chest to cover herself.
"Daniel and I agreed to take a break while he went to Australia to help open a new law firm. He thinks that going on this trip will help him make partner, and we thought that doing long distance would be too stressful on our relationship. The agreement is that we get back together when he gets home after eight months apart, which is three weeks from now," she turns to look at me again. "But we're not together right now, and he's been dating this entire time."
She's right; this shit is complicated and sounds like the kind of unnecessary drama I try to stay miles away from. Unfortunately, a little over an hour ago, I had my cock buried deep inside of her and my tongue down her throat. I'm a little more invested in this situation than I'd like to be.
