Page 100 of Filthy Rich Brother's Best Friends

“It was in the laundry,” she says, adjusting the camera angle and staring at herself in the screen. “Which makes it fair game.”

My jaw ticks. “It was under my pillow, Gigi, and you fucking know it.”

“That’s weird,” she says, still not looking up. “Maybe unpack that with your therapist.”

“Gigi, you do not want to fuck with me right now. Take. It. Off.”

“It’s. Not. Yours.”

“It is actually. Since it wasin my room.”

She laughs and I have never wanted to throat punch someone more. “It’s my house. Technically, all the rooms are mine.”

My mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

She turns back to the camera like that’s the end of it.

I can literally feel my blood start to boil. “That’s not how it fucking works and you know it. Take it off before I take it off for you.”

Gigi sighs, all faux-exasperation. “God, relax. I needed something cozy. It’s not like he’s yours.”

“Excuse me?” I ask.

“You’re acting territorial,” she says, eyes on her screen again. “It’s weird. We all know what’s going on is just casual.”

“We’re not talking about Reid.” I take a step toward her.

She starts adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves. “Aren’t we? You’re getting really possessive over a temporary toy and it’s pathetic.”

“I’m asking you one more time—take the shirt off.”

She finally looks at me again. “You don’t get to dictate what I wear in my own house.”

“It’s not your shirt.”

“And he’s not your boyfriend.”

I’m about to go completely ballistic on her when Blaire’s voice cuts in. “Is there a problem?”

“She’s losing it over a shirt,” Gigi says, stepping into the glow of the ring light again.

Blaire takes one look at me and sighs. “Lo. Come on.”

I turn to her, eyes wide. “Are you serious?”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“It is actually. Because she went into my room, looked through my things, and then stole my boyfriend’s shirt.”

“Not your boyfriend,” Gigi sing-songs.

Blaire shrugs. “Then maybe you should’ve done your laundry.”

I see red.

“You think this is about laundry?”

“It’s a shirt, Lo,” she says, folding her arms. “You’re making it a whole thing when it doesn’t have to be.”