Page 22 of Secret Baby for My Brother's Best Friends

Jenna gives me a droll look. “Yeah, well, it’s not like she was a stranger either. She was your friend too. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a thousand times worse. He’s trash and deserves to die in the very bowels of hell, but she’s not off the hook. Sleeping with your boyfriend and then blocking you…not even so much an apology after all the years of friendship? Just all around weirdo behavior from her.” She waves her hand. “Anyway, enough changing the subject. I know you. Just tell me his name."

"There's no name," I laugh nervously. Jenna isn't convinced and keeps asking.

I stick by my pretenses, not spilling the beans even though I really want to talk to someone about it. And I will. Just not now.

This merger is important to my brother, and I want to focus all my time on it, without thinking about the three men I fucked.

At least that's the plan. But then I walk into my brother’s conference room the next day, ready for a meeting, and there they are.

8

JAKE

We all perk up when the conference room door opens again, ready to welcome the final person so the meeting can proceed.

But when I see who it is, it's like a slap of cold water in the face.

I stare, unable to believe it.

Am I seeing things?

It wouldn’t be the first time.

I can’t tell you how many times I was walking down the street and thought I saw her, only for me to be mistaken and the mirage to clear once I got close.

I’ll tell you that it’s happened an embarrassing number of times. It’s strange. I usually don’t crave people that much. I rarely miss anyone thanks to training my brain to lack object permanence. Out of sight, out of mind has always rung true for me, so I don’t know why it’s not happening with her.

I mean, yeah. We had a wild night. An extremely fun, wild night, and I was addicted to watching her responses to the things wedid. I don’t think she’s as experienced as she led us to believe because of how shy she'd been when I started eating her pussy and how she tried to suppress how hard orgasms were.

She came in my face several times through the night, and I could tell from her stunned expression that she hadn’t been expecting it.

Sure, I love eating pussy, and I'm great at it, if I do say so myself.

But there was just something so unpracticed about her reaction that led me to believe that there’s more to her than meets the eye.

And it turned out I was right, but not the way I wanted it to be.

When James had said to wait, that one more person would be joining us at this four person meeting, I didn’t expect it to be her.

I expected his assistant or any of the marketing people I’ve seen already.

Not her.

If it’s any consolation, she’s pretty shocked to see us, too. Her pretty eyes widen like saucers, and her face pales.

"Have you guys met?” James asks.

“We’re well acquainted." I can’t lie, after what Adam told me, I’m enjoying watching her squirm just a little bit. It's the least I can do after what she did.

I’ve unknowingly slept with James’ girlfriend before, and it sucked then, too. Almost destroyed our friendship entirely, and it took a while to rebuild that trust, which is not entirely back to what it used to be.

It's also not the only time a girl has pretended to be single to get me in bed with them.

Contrary to popular belief, I don’t enjoy being used like that. None of the women ever told me that they were previously attached to others, and if I’d known, I probably wouldn't have fucked them. I may not be in a relationship myself, but I value commitments like that, which is why I've never made one.

I didn't expect that from her. She'd seemed so honest the day we met.

The fact that she'd lied and jeopardized my friendship kinda steams me up, so I want to make her suffer a little for it.