Page 56 of Her Three Tech Bros

But this is just a cruel twist of fate. The sickest part? Even though there’s an easy way out of it, I don’t want it in the least. I want Jade in whatever way I can have her.

I would rather share her with my two best friends than have her end things with us and go find some motherfucker that doesn’t deserve her. There’s absolutely no way I’m accepting that. And I tell Ryan as much.

“You won’t be able to handle it if she finds someone else. None of us would.”

“Yeah, but at this point, I don’t think we’ll be able to talk it out with Logan.”

“You really think he won’t come around eventually?”

“He made his decision. I won’t betray him or disrespect his boundaries.” He pauses again before sighing. “Listen, man, I have to go. We’ll talk later.”

“Sure. Later.”

The call cuts off, and I’m left to make a decision of my own. I’m still unsure what Ryan’s going to do, but if Logan’s not up to it, our own feelings won’t matter. It’s a lose-lose situation.

Eventually, my small glass of whiskey becomes the entire bottle. I lose the taste of it and keep drinking more.

I thought calling Ryan would bring more clarity, but it did the opposite.

“Nothing’s strong enough.” I put the bottle down, realizing I’m going nowhere by getting drunk.

I just wish that Logan hadn’t gotten so upset and ruined this whole thing. We could’ve talked it out without dragging Jade into it. Then she wouldn’t have been confused about our relationship. I’m not even sure there still is a relationship at this point.

I stare at the wall, letting my mind slip to a dangerous place. A place where I remember exactly what it is about Jade that has me in such a chokehold. Her laugh. Her voice. Her beautiful, brown skin and long, curly hair. But above all, her personality.

I’ve never met anyone quite like her. And I’m not willing to lose her.

25

LOGAN

“God, what the fuck is it now?”

My phone vibrates for the eighth time today. I don't even bother checking, knowing that it’s either Ethan or Ryan.

I sit up on the couch, feeling the grogginess of yesterday’s drinking fest. All it did was knock me out and give me a massive headache. But that’s not stopping me from doing it again. Even though it won’t make me feel any better than yesterday.

It’s been, what, three days already? Or is it going to be a week? I lost count since I first locked myself in my place and shut everyone out. I don’t care if it makes me look like a spiteful and brooding man. All I want is to be alone for a while.

My phone vibrates again. This time, I grab it and throw it to the other side of the living room.

“Shut the fuck up and leave me the fuck alone already!”

Then again, what if it’s Jade? Maybe she wanted to see how things are between us.

I get up from the couch to go get my phone, but the little voice inside my head stops me, saying that it’s those guys. That Jade will never pick just me.

I groan and make my way towards the kitchen. The oven light is the only thing turned on in the entire house. That's all I need, anyway.

I look around the counters and cabinets. “What the fuck did I come here for?”

There’s nothing I want to eat. The thought of food makes me nauseous right now.

The only way to get rid of a hangover is to keep drinking, so I look for a new bottle in the liquor cabinet. There has to be something stronger than whiskey or bourbon in here.

At the very back of the cabinet, I find moonshine cherries.

“Where did these come from?” I think out loud as I look at the label.

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