Page 102 of Myself

His eyes widen, and they find their way back to me. “Why are you not dressed?” he shouts at her.

“Why do you keep entering my apartment like you own it?” she demands, her voice rising with every word. “Get out!”

“What the fuck is going on, B?” he demands. His eyes find mine once again, and he points over at her. “You’ve been fucking my sister,” he shouts, and I flinch.

“Ryder, I—”

“What and who I do is none of your business,” Becca interrupts me.

He points at me and looks at her wide-eyed. “How long has this been going on?” he demands.

She crosses her arms over her chest; it just makes her tits look even better, and my mouth begins to water. “Again, none of your business.”

“Becca,” he growls.

“What?” She arches a brow. “Don’t like being kept in the dark?”

He takes a step toward her. “What does that fucking mean?” he snaps.

She smiles at him, and I think she’s enjoying this way too much. “Why are you here, Ryder?”

He runs a hand through his hair as he looks her over again. Then his eyes quickly go to the floor. “I came to talk to Ashlyn,” he says through clenched teeth.

“She’s on a date.”

His eyes snap up at hers, and my brows rise. She is? Is she just fucking with him? Then I remember that guy who had texted her later Saturday night Sunday morning. “With Bradley?” he demands. “Because she told me that was over.”

She snorts. “It is. Some new guy she met at the club Saturday night.”

He fists his hands down by his side. “Where did they go?”

She takes a step toward him and holds out her right hand. “I want your key,” she declares. He grinds his teeth. “Is she worth the key?” she asks, and he growls.

Reaching into his pocket, he removes his key and tosses it onto the kitchen counter. It slides across it and hits the floor by my feet. “Where is she?” he demands.

“At the Chinese Kitchen,” she says happily.

He spins around and goes to the open door, but he stops and looks at me over his shoulder. His green eyes bore into mine with hatred. And I deserve it. I chose a woman over him. I told Becca with love comes picking sides. And when it comes to her, the choice it easy. “I’m going to call you in thirty minutes, and I expect you to answer.” He looks back over at Becca. “And you’re going to go along with whatever I say.” I arch a brow in question because he isn’t making any sense. “You owe me that much.” Then he walks out, slamming the door behind him.

I walk over to her, and her green eyes are on fire. Her nostrils flared and her lips thin. “I’m sorry. He didn’t tell me that he was going to come here and talk to her.”

“He is such a dick,” she shouts. “He just barges in here like he owns it.”

I sigh ‘cause I’m not sure what to say. I couldn’t have stopped that from happening.

“Say it,” she growls.

“Say what?” I ask, frowning.

She looks up at me. “Tell me I told you so, Becca. You should have told him.”

“I’m not gonna say that,” I say truthfully.

“But you were thinking it,” she adds.

“No,” I say, and she lets out a huff before spinning around and giving me her back.

I grab her arm and stop her. “Hey. This isn’t about who is wrong or right,” I tell her.

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