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Connor: Did you fuck her?

Elijah: None of your concern. You got her number?

Connor: You might wanna think twice about this one.

Elijah: Since when do you question my moves? Tell me. What’s her deal?

Connor: Alright, alright. Didn’t realize you were into fucking your best friend’s little sister. That’s cold, even for you.

I pause, taking in this new information. She’s Bash’s sister? Well, isn’t that an interesting development?

Elijah: Tell me about her.

Connor: Gemma Barron, 28 years old. Just moved back here. She worked in the fashion industry but stopped working shortly after marrying. Now, fresh off a nasty divorce. Real sweet girl, from what I know. Not your usual type.

Elijah: Perhaps I need something different. The usual types are getting old. What’s her number?

Connor: You’re serious about this? Don’t say I didn’t warn you when Bash finds out you’re banging his baby sis.

Elijah: Bash doesn’t control who I sleep with. Now, are you going to give me her number or not?

Connor: Fine. But when this explodes in your face, remember, I objected.

Elijah: Just do it. Bash doesn’t need to know anything for now.

A few seconds later, Gemma’s contact details appear.

Elijah: Appreciate you, cuz.

Connor: Be careful, Eli. You know how protective Bash is of her.

Elijah: Please, I can handle Bash. I know he’ll be happy to have me as his brother-in-law.

Connor: Yeah, yeah. If you need any other intel on your new conquest, don’t ask me, and try not to corrupt Bash’s innocent little sister completely.

Elijah: You seem to be in a bad mood.

Connor: You think?

Elijah: Didn’t go well with your little obsession?

Connor: Fuck you.

Elijah: You have something good, so tell me how I can help you.

Connor: Later.

I place my phone down. Bash’s little sister. That does complicate things. Bash might be pissed when he finds out. He’s one of my best friends, but that won’t stop me from getting what I want. I always get what I want, and right now, I want her.

And I have a feeling innocent little Gemma will turn out to be full of surprises. Her passion rivals my own. I need to draw it out again. And when I’m through with her, she’ll never want to leave again.

Downing the last of my coffee, I rise from my chair. Time to get some work done before meeting my future wife tonight.

With the date approaching, I rifle through my closet, selecting a charcoal gray suit for tonight. A crisp white shirt and deep burgundy tie. With a last glance in the mirror, I straighten my jacket and head out the door.

At the restaurant, a waiter leads me to the table I reserved.

“Right this way, Mr. Milton.”

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